I Confessed

"You mean Snape got bitten because he wanted to get the thing the three-headed dog was guarding?"

"Yeah, judging by the size, it was probably that three-headed dog, but it wasn't deep enough. Maybe his pants were thick?"

"Uh... it's also possible it was Protego," Neville added.

"Oh... is that so?" Harry felt a bit awkward.

"But I remember Professor Kayson saying before that he knocked out that three-headed dog. Maybe that trapdoor was just a coincidence?" Hermione frowned.

"Perhaps Professor Kayson was also one of the guardians of that thing. Was he checking it at the time?" Neville said.

"...Why don't we just go ask Professor Kayson directly? What do you guys think?"

"Is that why you're here?"

Kayson poured black tea for the four young wizards in front of him.

Because the green tea earlier was indeed a bit bitter.

"Yes, that Snape definitely has a problem!" Harry said seriously.

"Don't worry, he's fine, and, uh, show some respect. Professor Snape, saying it like that."

"Alright, Professor Snape definitely has a problem."

"...Just because of that wound? I can explain. The mechanisms guarding that thing are a series of them. Many professors, including myself, Snape, and Professor McGonagall, were all involved. At that time, Snape and I designed a mechanism together, and he accidentally got bitten by the three-headed dog while we were adjusting it."

"It wasn't the conspiracy theories you're talking about."

The four children fell silent. Soon, Harry found a new clue: "Then, Professor, who put the protective magic on the Quidditch ball and our brooms?"

"I know, but I can't say. Because if that guy knows you're investigating him, he'll really kill you."

"He, first of all, he's male, and Professor Kayson also said it wasn't Snape... This is easy to guess, as there aren't many people involved." Hermione took a sip of black tea and complained.

"Because this whole thing was a spur-of-the-moment idea from that Dumbledore fellow. Honestly, I've always disagreed with such absurdities... Anyway... forget it, Dumbledore..."

"It's Dumbledore!" x4

"Ah... ah? No, where did you guys get that idea?" Kayson's eyes were strange.

"Oh, that's good then."

"I wasn't talking about Dumbledore, but rather my extreme anger at Dumbledore for not doing anything about a Dark Wizard within Hogwarts. So I complained."

"As for the real Dark Wizard, honestly, rather than you guys investigating blindly, it's better if I just tell you directly so you can stay away from him."

Kayson said this, but he also knew that for these daring Gryffindor youngsters, it was impossible for them to stay away from the Dark Wizard as he told them to.

They would only investigate more frantically.

However, since the so-called Headmaster, Dumbledore, had spoken, saying that justice would ultimately triumph over evil, and that Harry was destined to kill Voldemort, and that Harry was bound to confront Quirrell or Voldemort, then he might as well give them a little heads-up in advance.

At least it would prevent them from having no leads in the end and helplessly going to Quirrell to ask: "Professor Quirrell, there's a Dark Wizard in Hogwarts, do you know who it is?"

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That's ridiculous, isn't it?

Damn prophecy, what is this nonsense!

"Quirinus Quirrell." He said.

"Professor Quirrell? The one who stutters when he lectures and smells of garlic?" Ron was the first to express disbelief.

"Uh-huh, I'm very sorry to tell you, but it's him." Kayson shrugged.

"But, Professor Quirrell, he's already... like that?" Hermione frowned. "Professor, are you sure you're not just making this up to distract us?"

"Do bad guys have 'bad guy' written on their faces? Like me, if I didn't tell you, would you know that I have to eat four young wizards every day to maintain my youthful appearance?"

"...Okay, I know that joke is terrible."

"Uh, actually, it's quite funny, Professor. It's very funny when you say it," Harry said, twitching his mouth.

"Don't mind the joke. All you need to know is that Quirrell is not a good person, so stay far away from him."

"But... but I still don't understand. What bad things could Professor Quirrell do looking like that?" Ron frowned.

"There are plenty? For example, the troll during the Halloween feast, who do you think let it in?" Kayson said, raising an eyebrow.

"So Quirrell did it?"

"Uh-huh. Now that I've clarified this matter for you, I also ask you to promise me that this matter is currently under Dumbledore's control, and it doesn't require the intervention of you first-year little sprouts. So I sincerely request you, stay away from Quirrell when you're not in class!" Kayson lectured earnestly.

"But... but I still don't understand. Anyone in Hogwarts is more likely than Quirrell, even that old Filch. At least his tone really has the hatred to strangle me," Ron said, looking at the dark oak ceiling, somewhat confused.

"You can ask your brothers about the specifics, the Weasley twins. You can ask them what Professor Quirrell was like before and what he's like now, and why he changed from being an optimistic wizard to this... strange appearance." Kayson offered them a line of thought.

"We will, Professor," Neville said.

"Whether you will or not, I hope you will," Kayson sighed.

After seeing the four little ones off, Kayson sat on the sofa for a while, drank the remaining tea from the teapot, and then left the office, heading straight for the Headmaster's Office.

"Lemon Drop."

The two statues outside the Headmaster's Office parted, and Dumbledore had already prepared two cups of green tea.

After all, Dumbledore knew Kayson didn't like sweet things, and he always couldn't help but add sugar when he brewed black tea.

"Thank you for considering my preferences," Kayson said, taking a sip of green tea.

"Mm-hmm, what's on your mind?"

"It's about Harry and the other three. They found out there's a Dark Wizard inside Hogwarts. After they asked me about it, I confessed to them to prevent them from doing anything unnecessary that might put them in danger."

"Confessed?"

"I spilled the beans about Quirrell," Kayson admitted frankly.

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