Dumbledore sat in the Headmaster's Office, watching the chaos in the Alchemy office through the crystal ball with a meaningful smile.
Why else would one say that Kayson truly had no talent for putting on an act or lying...
Dumbledore casually took a few bites of sweets at his desk. When the time was about right, an owl flew in through the window carrying a letter—the death certificate he had asked his friend at St Mungo's to issue for Kayson.
He checked the clock on the wall again. Seeing that the time had come, he rummaged through a cabinet and pulled out an ornate coffin. With a casual Levitation Charm, he floated the coffin behind him and headed for the Alchemy office.
In the Alchemy office, Kayson kept his eyes tightly shut. Listening to the chattering voices of the young wizards around him, sweat unconsciously seeped onto his forehead.
This time, he had really screwed up. Seriously.
But soon, the noisy voices around him gradually died down, and then he heard Dumbledore's voice.
"The deceased should be left in peace. Let Professor Kayson rest quietly..."
Kayson: "???"
What did he mean, the deceased?
When had he died? This was obviously just a very serious illness. Even if it was fake, that didn't mean he should just die outright, did it?
Before he could finish thinking, he felt many hands lift him up... It really wasn't easy for them to lift him.
The lifting suddenly paused, and Neville's voice reached his ears. "But Professor's chest is still moving?"
"That is because Professor Kayson modified his lungs. Mechanical lungs naturally rise and fall a little," Dumbledore explained.
*I was just bragging! Neville, don't believe him! If you all just wailed a little more, I could go along with it and come back