It's a brand new day again, Draco opened the door of Alchemy office, obviously the corners of his mouth couldn't be pressed down no matter how hard he pressed it while driving the boat, but he still pursed his lips seriously.
"There is no one else here, you can laugh loudly." Kayson said Draco as he gradually approached.
"I will do it next time." Draco nodded, and then took out something like an exquisite ten-meter envelope from his pocket.
"Professor, I would like to invite you to the Malfoy Manor to visit Christmas."
Kayson shook his head crazily after hearing what Draco said.
"No, no, it's nothing else. I'm really not used to going to other people's houses for Christmas. Other things include going to other people's houses to eat and sleep."
"Would you mind telling me why? Professor?" Draco asked.
"This is due to my personal personality and has nothing to do with anything else. I am a person with a very strong sense of boundaries." After Kayson finished speaking, he quickly added in his mind [in front of unfamiliar people.]
"Oh... then what's going on during your vacation?" Draco then asked.
"No."
"Then my father would like to invite you to visit my home and discuss alchemy. Although I think there should be some exquisite alchemy device that I would like you to repair."
Sometimes life is so casual. It is obviously the same thing, but just change the way of saying it.
Kayson naturally turned the holiday into work in his heart. Compared with going to Malfoy family to spend time with Christmas during the holidays, of course it was easier for him to work overtime and visit Malfoy family's house during the holidays to repair the alchemy device.
After all, I only need to finish what I need to do and say what I need to say, without even eating. I will still have time to order a Christmas pizza when I get home at noon.
Beautiful.
"Then professor, will you continue to join me when the time comes?" Draco asked.
"When the time comes, you make an appointment with Mr. Lucius and let me know. I can just go there myself." Kayson said.
"That's good."
Kayson looked at Draco who left and took a drink of water. It has been a while since the beginning of the new semester. Slytherin also observed many of the little wizards.
Some young wizards may have a good family atmosphere because their families are not large, and they are not much different from normal young wizards. On the other side are the young wizards from large Pure-blood Slytherin families.
Those wizarding families basically have nothing to do with love. The purpose of procreation is to inherit the family's glory and wealth.
And the little wizards who grew up in it have naturally become family-centered. Of course, that's not to say that this is wrong. Equivalent Exchange, the little wizards have accepted the favorable conditions of their family since they were young, and it is reasonable for them to assume family responsibilities.
But that kind of AI machine that seems to have wiped out its own personality and finally turned into a flesh and blood is a bit extreme.
But I am just a professor, so I can't disturb their family affairs rashly.
I can only find those wizard families who are not extreme and the little wizards who want to catch me in a reasonable position, and give me a gentle push from behind. As for how far this little wizard can go, that is his business.
After all, you can't do anything extreme just for the so-called freedom of a little wizard.
For example, for example, a person is the heir of a big family, and he has been surrounded by sweetness and love since he was a child. The only requirement that he has for him is to learn knowledge and etiquette and find a well-matched partner to get married.
Then a psychotic professor came and loudly talked about free will and money can't buy love. Then he used the supreme magic power to crush his family's property, and at the same time turned his father into a man.
At this time, the crazy professor said, "Although you have lost your money, your rights, your name and fame, your well-matched wife has left you, and your father has changed, but it doesn't matter because you are free now! Pursue the things you really love."
Afterwards, the psychotic professor patted his butt and left, leaving him alone sitting on the ruins with a confused look on his face.
What will he think at this time?
"You're crazy!"
Kayson took another sip of water. Draco Although this child is a bitch, it is normal for an adolescent child at this age.
And it's not too bad. Just push it with a little effort, that's all.
After finishing the story about Draco, he thought of Lucius Malfoy again. He didn't meet him often. The few times he met him, except for the first time, the atmosphere was not particularly peaceful.
Therefore, he also needs to protect himself a little to prevent Lucius Malfoy from giving him a Hongmen Banquet.
After all, are there really people who go to a banquet without explosives under their clothes?
What's the difference between not bringing a gun to a meeting or not bringing a gun to a rainy night?
Just eat it?
Although he really didn't think that Lucius would have the strength to leave him there, he still had to make the necessary preparations, which was called... the sense of ceremony.
Unknowingly, Kayson finished teaching some more classes, and Merlin in the sky also found 0D white lace socks from under the press box of his wardrobe. Snow couldn't help but fall in the sky. There was an endless stream of little wizards from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade Station, and Draco also sent home visits early.
Besides that, Sirius put a big bag of gold Galleons on the desk with a smile.
"Lupin Christmas is visiting relatives, so I can only find you." Sirius said with a smile.
"You have something to say." Kayson said.
"I want to buy a broomstick for Harry. I have already chosen it, this is Firebolt." Sirius said, taking out a flyer and putting it on the desk.
"Oh... The maximum speed is two hundred and ten pounds per hour... It's quite a stretch on the crotch. I gave Harry a bigger one before." Kayson explained.
"How fast is yours?"
"That's more than twice that of Firebolt, more than seven hundred miles per hour, the kind that can fly sonic booms." Kayson said proudly.
"... Sonic boom? What is that?" Sirius asked in confusion.
"... Oh, I forgot you were illiterate."
[Please give me a gift, and please be gentle about the sonic boom. I failed in physics in high school... and in junior high school...]
The scrawled stick figures are back for a limited time. This picture shows how the magic power moves the sonic boom from the front to the rear of the broom, so as not to harm the little wizard.
[So am I the only one who likes big sister?]