The Weasley twins exchanged a glance, put on their monocles from opposite sides, then looked at each other again.
"Sometimes I'm really speechless... and for some reason, I kind of want to laugh." They looked at each other, barely holding it together as they spoke.
"Mm-hmm, probably because you're speechless," Kayson quipped.
"Then we'll be going, Professor."
"Go on. Come back whenever you feel you've accumulated enough source essence," Kayson said, seeing them off.
"Got it!"
Kayson had just finished teaching the fifth-years that day and was about to make a run for it after class when four Gryffindor little brats blocked his path.
"So? What happened?" Kayson looked blankly at Harry and the others, who had blocked the only route back to his office.
The four looked at one another. In the end, Ron and Neville both shoved Harry forward at the same time. Harry stepped out awkwardly. "Professor, um... er... do you think I have talent for learning alchemy?"
The moment Harry said that, the other three all looked at him helplessly.
Kayson tilted his head. "Your grades are quite good."
"No, Professor, I mean... um... Neville learned runes and Redstone circuits from you, Cedric learned those mechanical arms from you, and George and Fred learned that mysterious subject from you. So, could I learn some kind of magic from you..." Harry said, his face bright red and his words tumbling out at top speed.
"Emmm..." Kayson looked at the blushing Harry, then at the other three, whose half-lidded stares were nearly identical. His instincts told him that this was absolutely not what Harry really wanted to say. Still, he shrugged. "If I find any new magic that suits you, I'll definitely teach it to you."
Harry immediately looked as if a great burden had been lifted. He