I took the fifteenth off. My apologies to everyone.
Penelope nodded. "No problem, Professor. I'll handle it right away." With that, she sat back down in the little boat and zipped away.
"These little wizards really are a headache." Kayson leaned back in his chair and let out a weary breath. After thinking it over, he sent Professor Flitwick another letter.
He had no experience resolving conflicts between young witches, so he could not handle them as smoothly as he did disputes between Neville, Draco, and the others. He could only trust Professor Flitwick's extensive teaching experience.
Ding-dong...
The crystal ball on the desk flickered. Seeing this, Kayson casually picked up a huge, thick book and tossed it over.
Very soon, Hagrid appeared before Kayson, looking like a burly man riding in a baby stroller.
"Oh... maybe I should get you an extra-large boat."
Hagrid waved his hand. "No, no. When it comes to flexibility, if I say I'm first at Hogwarts, no one would dare claim second."
Kayson looked at Hagrid, who was drenched in sweat from steering the boat, and nodded seriously. "Mm, you're really something."
"Of course. Kayson, I came to ask you for a favor." Hagrid said awkwardly.
"If there's something, just say it. Sit down. I'll pour you a drink." As Kayson spoke, he took out two wineglasses, poured two glasses of strong liquor, and handed one to Hagrid.
"Thanks. You might feel like giving me a good scolding after hearing this, but honestly, I still have to say it."
"...Well, go on?"
"Ahem. First, take a look at my lesson plan for the first class. I've prepared it for a long time. Professor McGonagall deliberately pushed my class back so I could prepare more, but she obviously doesn't think much of my lesson plan."