It had been some time since Dumbledore and Lupin had last suffered a blow to their reputations.
Kayson lounged on the sofa, basking in the sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Watching Sirius working hard not far away, he felt that life had become exceptionally blissful.
A job he enjoyed, harmonious relationships with his colleagues, adorable young wizards, and although his boss liked to manipulate people when bored, the pay was generous. On top of that, someone had even volunteered to help with the farm work he had taken on himself.
"This is great!"
Ring, ring, ring...
As the crystal ball on the desk lit up, Kayson did not move a muscle. A force field spread out from him and pressed the crystal ball down.
Before long, the four little ones rowed over from the doorway and arrived in front of him.
"Professor, guess what we've been tinkering with all this time, since we haven't come to see you during breaks?" Harry asked with a shy smile.
"Take them out and let me see. There's tea in the cabinet—still green tea." Kayson sat up straighter and watched the young wizards place four small boxes on the coffee table one after another.
As for what was inside the boxes, he could have guessed it with his knees. They had to contain Wither Charms, or these little wizards would never have come to claim credit from him.
Actually, he should not have said several little wizards. It was really Hermione alone. Compared to the unreliable trio of Harry, Neville, and Ron, Hermione had some pride and could not bring herself to do anything too shameless.
Kayson looked over the four Wither Charms. The miniature Withers inside were silently roaring. Although the shells were not particularly well made, at least the core Withers