Harry... Gets It!

"What do you mean?" Madam Hooch asked.

"I just took a look at the magic circuit remaining on the balls. They're very solid, impossible for some mischievous little wizard to have erased."

"So?"

"Then it can only be a professor with high magical power. There are people with ulterior motives at Hogwarts," Kayson explained.

"Will this... affect the start of the Quidditch Cup?"

"...Uh..."

"That's how it is. Because Madam Hooch is really too unreliable, I found Dumbledore and asked him to let me come over to inspect all your broomsticks before the Quidditch Cup match begins, and of course the match balls too."

"Although most broomsticks have magic circuits to prevent curses, that person could tamper with the Quidditch balls, and it's possible they could tamper with your broomsticks as well."

Kayson explained to Harry beside him while holding an Enchanting Table and re-enchanting the Golden Snitch in his hand.

"Mr. Wood, Golden Snitch." After re-enchanting this last ball, he said to Oliver Wood.

"Oh, thank you, Professor."

"You're welcome. Bring all your broomsticks over. I need to inspect each one, and perhaps re-enchant them."

Kayson took out a quill and rewrote the unique defensive runes for broomsticks on the book.

Then, the broomsticks, as if lining up, swept past the Enchanting Table, and the broomsticks, shimmering with purple light, returned to their owners' hands.

"Slytherin students, please come over to have your broomsticks inspected."

The Slytherin team members also gathered around.

"Professor Kayson, I am Marcus Flint, from the Flint family." Slytherin's captain, Marcus, extended his hand to Kayson.

"It's nice to meet you, Marcus." Kayson shook Flint's hand: "Your broomsticks."

"Uh, Professor Kayson, there's no need for ours, is there?"

"In my eyes, you are all wizards whose lives are fragile. I regret that I cannot take this risk, and I don't want you all to consider yourselves reserves for Dark Wizards. Don't think that Dark Wizards will show you leniency," Kayson said firmly, shaking his head.

Kayson took a broomstick, placed it on the Enchanting Table, and started lecturing again.

"Honestly, I never thought you Slytherins were the so-called reserves for Dark Wizards, and I don't want you to think of yourselves that way out of self-abandonment."

"In other words, I don't want you to develop some kind of strange sense of identification with those Dark Wizards just because they were Slytherins when they were at Hogwarts. You might identify with them, but they won't identify with you."

Kayson finished enchanting the Slytherin students' broomsticks while lecturing, then picked up the Enchanting Table, shrunk it, and put it in his pocket.

"Play well."

After saying that, with a roar, he disappeared from the spot and appeared on the professors' stands.

"You've helped me a great deal, Kayson," Dumbledore said with a smile.

"It's nothing, just a small effort. I just hope that malicious fellow is careful and doesn't get caught by me," Kayson said with a grim expression, his gaze drifting unintentionally towards Quirrell sitting in front.

"Don't be like that, Kayson. Perhaps you should relax. How does that saying go? Hogwarts is the safest place in the world," Professor Flitwick comforted him.

"Oh, I hope so."

The Quidditch match ended smoothly. The normal match concluded without a hitch. As for the winner, the referee declared Gryffindor the winner, but how they won specifically...

"Forgive me, I couldn't tell, really, Dumbledore. A bunch of people flying around on broomsticks in the sky, you can't even see them clearly. Is it really that enjoyable?" Kayson complained helplessly as he followed Dumbledore away from the stands.

"That's the unique fun of Quidditch. Go borrow some books from Madam Pince later, and you'll find the fun contained within them."

"...I still prefer building," Kayson grumbled.

"You will. I'll say it again, the trouble starts with my office."

"Uh-huh, when I have time."

Walking down from the stands, Kayson finally returned to his usual pace. He never liked walking too fast.

He preferred to stroll leisurely on the road, savoring the rhythm of a slow life.

Oh, right, and his companion who also liked a slow pace.

Well, it seemed they weren't companions.

"Severus, is your leg still not healed?" Kayson asked in a low voice, looking at Snape walking with a limp.

"After all, it's a wound tainted by Dark Magic."

"Perhaps I can make you a cane. If you don't like a wheelchair, a walking stick is also an option, a must-have for an English gentleman, or even a scepter."

Kayson casually slung an arm around Snape's shoulder and then lifted him, making it look like they were arm-in-arm from behind.

For example...

"I really can't believe Professor Kayson's relationship with Snape is this good?" the four youngsters followed Kayson and Snape from a distance, and Ron looked astonished.

"Professor Kayson has a good relationship with everyone, but why is it like this with Snape too..." Harry muttered unhappily.

"Wow, Harry just won the match, why does he seem in such a bad mood?" Ron said, looking confused.

"Of course, because Professor Kayson was deceived by a Dark Wizard!"

"What do you mean?"

"Remember when I went to the library to borrow a book? I ran into Snape. Back then, he was rolling up his trouser leg on the stairs and pouring a bottle of red potion onto it. The wound looked like it was from a beast's bite," Harry said vividly.

"Are you trying to say that the wound was from a three-headed dog? But that doesn't mean he's a Dark Wizard, does it?" Hermione said.

"Of course I have my evidence. Remember that day, in the room where the three-headed dog was kept, do you guys remember what was under the three-headed dog?" Harry looked at his three companions.

Neville shook his head, "My memory isn't very good."

"There was something under the three-headed dog?" Ron, as usual, was slow on the uptake.

"...A trapdoor?" Hermione recalled.

"It was that trapdoor. Combined with the fact that the three-headed dog was kept there, it proves that something was hidden beneath the trapdoor, and that something must have been hidden by Dumbledore, with the three-headed dog guarding it." Harry said earnestly, with a look of understanding.