Meanwhile, after returning to the castle, Cedric chose not to report back to the alchemy office. Instead, he went to the library to study by himself for a while.
After all, he had boldly altered his teacher's orders. If he went straight back like that, how big would his heart have to be?
By now, Kayson had stopped teaching halfway through the lesson and told the students to study on their own. He sat in the corner of the classroom, quietly drinking a cup of oolong tea by himself.
Like him, it was not just Kayson who had lost interest in continuing the lesson. The young wizards below were the same, because once this class ended, the Triwizard Tournament would truly begin.
"Professor, who do you think will win in the end?" one of the young wizards suddenly raised a hand and asked.
"Glory belongs to Hogwarts," Kayson replied casually.
"...Shouldn't we get fired up right now?" another young wizard suddenly said.
"No, no, no. That would be too silly. Let's just leave it at that."
The lesson ended quickly. Kayson barely lingered in the classroom for a second before heading to the Great Hall to wait for lunch.
The Triwizard Tournament would begin after lunch.
In Kayson's eyes, Quidditch was less interesting than grilled sausages sold by the roadside, but the Triwizard Tournament was different. Was it more interesting to watch a few brooms flying around in the sky, or to watch beasts fight?
Obviously, the latter.
So this time, Kayson erupted with a level of enthusiasm that someone like him normally should not have possessed, waiting excitedly for the Triwizard Tournament to begin.
Lunch arrived soon enough.
The main course was boiled lamb chops with chive flowers, which Kayson loved. He had no idea whether proper old England