"Get out of class is over!" Kayson cheered after hearing the bell, and disappeared with a buzz.
Hermione, who was holding the tools that came with the alchemy classroom and assembling a semi-finished robotic arm, twitched her mouth. She seemed to know how History of Magic Professor Binns felt when she saw them running away after class.
Is there something wrong with this character?
When I arrived at the office, Kayson didn't hear the inner thoughts of the little wizards. It was just the basic respect for people to get off work. After all, it was not so likable to say...
૮₍ɵ̷ɵ̷̥̥᷅₎აThe little wizards in the fourth grade are no longer cute, but I still like them. When they were in the first or third grade, they looked soft.
It's a pity that my course is not a compulsory course, otherwise I would still be able to give lessons to the first-year wizards.
Snape: The first-year little wizard is worse than a pig!
"Eh?"
Kayson suddenly exclaimed, he always felt that he seemed to have forgotten something... Forget it, never mind, there will be a third-grade class later, and it's time to let them help him install the guide rails!
In the blink of an eye, it was the end of October, and Kayson was slumped on the sofa in his office.
"Durmstrang and Beauxbatons are here, why do you need me, a little Alchemy Professor, to be present? Shouldn't this kind of love go to the principal and the four big Head of House... At best, there is another Grindelwald to let the little wizards Durmstrang see how outstanding they are as alumni."
Kayson was talking nonchalantly, but the central idea was one, even if the sky fell, I wouldn't want to stand outside in this cold weather.
And when Dumbledore called him Kayson Snape, he was speechless. He now seemed to be really envious of Kayson's mental state was filled with envy. In his heart, it was better to welcome other schools than to study in the office for the new formula of Potions.
However, as Slytherin Head of House, he will probably be arranged by Dumbledore to receive Durmstrang students. After all, the ratio of Muggle-born wizard on both sides is very low, so maybe we can have a chat.
It doesn't matter how you fight life or death inside Hogwarts, but if you throw shame outside Hogwarts, then you will have no dignity.
For example, if Durmstrang and Gryffindor sit at the same table, most of the time they will be immersed in eating, but Kayson has not come yet. Before you can swallow it, your skin will die. A certain Gryffindor little wizard and the unsmiling little Durmstrang little wizard can form a small and medium-sized relationship.
This all has historical origins. According to unofficial records, Voldemort used the Muggle public toilet because there was no toilet paper. The Muggle on the left handed him a piece of sandpaper, and the Muggle on the right handed him a piece of rhododendron leaf. In the end, Lord Voldemort was smart and did not choose either. He stood up with his pants up. Then he was discovered by a passing muscle brother who wanted to forcefully play with the hook, but finally found that he had not wiped it...
Of course... unofficial history... this is all unofficial history!
And ordinary public restrooms Muggle can make such a big mess, so match the students Gryffindor little wizards according to their ability, and let them sit next to Durmstrang. If they don't make enemies, they will not be Gryffindor.
"Then you go to the Great Hall." Snape gave another option in a concise and concise manner.
Kayson looked at the Tian-based dragon-slaying cannon. Yes, going to the Great Hall is nothing more than sitting for a while, and if he waits for a while, The little wizards Durmstrang and Beauxbatons all went to the Great Hall after the Great Hall sat down, giving people a rude feeling.
"You are still thoughtful, Snape!" Kayson said, giving Snape a thumbs up.
Snape had a question mark. He didn't know what happened to him and was given a thoughtful card, but he didn't think much about it. One by one Ender teleportation turned into black smoke and left the office.
Kayson arrived at an empty place, Great Hall sat down happily in his seat, propped his chin with one hand and waited for the professors to come back first. When the time came, he would be fishing in troubled waters, and Dumbledore couldn't even say anything about himself.
Then the door of the Great Hall opened. Dumbledore was followed by professors, as well as principals Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. They were standing very close to the front, and Great Hall and High Table were facing the door of the Great Hall.
Kayson, who was caught fishing passively, showed an awkward but polite smile, and stretched out his other free hand like a cat to stretch his fingers.
"Hello."
Dumbledore looked embarrassed, Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.
In the end, the matter was dropped. After all, what's there to say about this kind of thing? It's embarrassing to say too much or too little, so it's best to deal with it coldly.
Kayson took full advantage of his big face. He sat there with his chin propped up on one hand without even changing his movements.
After Hogwarts's professors and little wizards were all seated, Kayson discovered that Durmstrang and Beauxbatons were still standing outside.
There is also their principal.
Kayson frowned, pulled Snape's sleeve aside and whispered, "What are they doing, standing outside motionless? Are you going to give us a show of strength or give me a show of strength? Will Dumbledore take me out later to appease the anger of friends?"
Snape's brows twitched uncontrollably. "It's probably just a special way of entering the arena. You need to show off your skills no matter what when you come to an unfamiliar environment. If you look at it from the perspective of ours, it can also be called a bad move."
"I want to know the second half of my question."
Snape took a deep breath. Being a friend only has a special filter when you keep a distance. "No."
"Then do we need to give them a blow?" Kayson then asked.
"You should ask Dumbledore about this."
Before Kayson had time to watch Dumbledore, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons entered the stage and the performance began. They came from the sports school and the art school. There were a lot of white-skinned sports students and dance seniors.
The little wizards and wizards of Hogwarts...
Kayson once again looked at Dumbledore, who shrugged helplessly. "Although I don't particularly want to admit it... but what kind of bicycle does a vocational and technical school need?"
"..."
I admit, this salty egg's eyes are a little twitchy