"Transfiguration spells—master them, and you can transform in countless ways, wielding blades, spears, swords, and halberds with unstoppable force," Kayson said as he sat calmly on the sofa.
"Professor McGonagall said my Transfiguration had already reached its peak. It would be difficult to improve much more in a short time," Cedric said, shaking his head.
"Charms—master them, and magic's great power returns to yourself; speak, and the spell is cast," Kayson continued.
"Professor Flitwick said I'd already learned every spell someone my age could learn. The rest are Dark Magic and forbidden spells that drain your magical power and life. No way, I'm not learning those."
Kayson smacked his lips. "You foolish child, you won't learn this... and you won't learn that either..."
"Professor, you're talking kind of strangely today," Cedric remarked dryly.
Having struck an awkward pose only to be interrupted halfway through, Kayson sighed and sat up straight. "So, what do you plan to learn?"
"Professor, something like your mechanical arm or mantis blades would do," Cedric said excitedly, finally revealing his true intentions.
"That would be difficult. Setting aside how hard it is and how you'd control it, once you had that mechanical arm installed, you would no longer be an ordinary person. Other wizards might look at you differently," Kayson said quietly.
"Professor, I'm not afraid!"
"You still need to ask your parents. You're only seventeen; you can't take full responsibility for your own body yet... Besides, this kind of alchemical modification of mine really is dangerous." Kayson made his expression serious.
"Mm... I'll go back and write them a letter... If only they were Gryffindors..." Cedric pondered for a while before squeezing out those words.
"Mm-hmm. I hope your parents agree to your request," Kayson said with a nod.
Cedric said goodbye and was about