The Evening Party

This is the modpack I'm playing, and this is his crafting table recipe list. Hmm, there's something I don't know if I should say.

"If that's the case, then let them be."

Kayson left the Headmaster's Office, and that statement was Dumbledore's reply.

In response, he subtly gave Dumbledore a slowly raised middle finger.

Let them be, it really sounds like Dumbledore's personality, go with the flow. He had no objections to this.

No objections, but he also had his own little idea, a small plan.

Dumbledore controlled the overall strategy, and he respected his wisdom of over a hundred years, not arguing.

But he should also allow himself to make some harmless small moves within a certain range.

And it could add stumbling blocks to Quirrell's troublemaking. Why not?

Dumbledore couldn't stop this kind of thing!

Last time, he used physical attacks, causing devastating damage to Quirrell. Under Madam Pomfrey's care, Quirrell was successfully discharged from the hospital in just one week.

This time, he decided to do something fancy.

But unfortunately, not now.

Because he was busy organizing a banquet for his seventh-year students to attend the European Alchemy Exchange Association. Their research on Iron Golems had yielded results earlier than the fourth-year students' research on Enchanting Tables.

All wizards who had their names on the papers were invited to tonight's party, which was, of course, an awards ceremony for them.

By the Black Lake in the evening, Kayson was wearing a water-blue wizard robe that truly shimmered with rippling magical fluctuations like the surface of water.

He was meticulously inspecting the more than ten seventh-year young wizards in front of him, even though they were no longer young.

"Cassidy, where is your brooch? And your sleeve, there's a loose thread. Please pull that thread down! After this banquet, you will take a group photo with me. This photo will be published in the next issue of the Alchemy journal and the Daily Prophet. Please pay attention to it."

As Kayson spoke, he handed Cassidy a delicate and elegant brooch that had appeared in his hand at some point.

"Ah, Professor!" Cassidy quickly pulled down the loose thread and took the brooch with both hands, pinning it to her chest.

"Mars, your leather shoes, look at your leather shoes, they're dull and lifeless. Is that appropriate?"

"...The collar, Wright, if you feel uncomfortable with your collar like that, you can just turn it out. Your shirt jacket can indeed be paired that way. Haven't people seen you before?"

After adjusting the attire of many young wizards, he glanced at his watch and then continued.

"It's a shame you're already in your seventh year. If your time wasn't so tight, I would have had you research some more substantial topics, but you don't have enough time."

"I can only offer alchemical creations like the Iron Golem as a gift for your seventh year. And the names you personally signed on this paper may make your future even brighter."

"Since I can only teach you for one year, I can only compensate you in this way. Now, take a deep breath. In one minute, you will be heading to the Ministry of Magic's banquet hall, where the leading scholars of Alchemy, reporters from the Daily Prophet, and high-ranking officials from the Ministry of Magic will all be waiting for you."

"Cheer up, ladies and gentlemen, for your own future," Kayson said in a deep voice.

"We will, Professor." I don't know which sentimental wizard it was, perhaps hearing Kayson's dedication to their future, or perhaps complaining why they only met such a professor in their seventh year.

In short, the voice of this young wizard was unusually tinged with a hint of crying.

"Cassidy, please control your emotions. Do you need to touch up your makeup to make a good impression on them later?" Kayson walked up to the witch named Cassidy and handed her a handkerchief.

Cassidy shook her head, wiped away her tears, and discreetly tucked the handkerchief into her pocket.

"...As long as you're happy." Kayson shrugged helplessly as he witnessed this scene.

Soon, the time came. Kayson took out a pocket, which contained a stack of keys that had been mailed to him earlier.

"One for each of you. Everyone, pay attention to your demeanor. This semester is coming to an end, and I can't give you any more. However, I can still help you at this party, um... escort you, perhaps that's the way to put it."

Kayson distributed the keys one by one, handing them to Cassidy. The sentimental young witch took the key and then suddenly froze, giving Kayson a hug.

"Alright, alright, I hope this makes you happy," Kayson said, patting the young witch's back to comfort her.

"I will, Professor."

Soon, after handing out all the keys to everyone, as the time reached the designated moment, all of them, including Kayson, felt a strange spatial force pulling them.

It brought them into a huge, luxurious venue.

Kayson had previously enchanted himself with the power of the Ender Pearl. In those few minutes, he had teleported more times in his office than most people did in a lifetime, so after appearing in the venue, he almost instantly regained his composure.

The students who followed him didn't have his self-control, but they all remembered Kayson's words.

Maintain your bearing, maintain your elegance.

Fortunately, none of them made a fool of themselves; they all looked good.

Soon, Kayson noticed several reporters with magical cameras hanging around their chests walking towards them. He naturally beckoned to the students standing behind him.

Soon, a neat group photo appeared in one of the reporters' cameras.

"Superb photography skills." Kayson looked at the dynamic photo taken by the reporter, confirming that everyone maintained their composure and there were no small actions like eyes closed, yawning, or looking groggy. He sincerely extended his hand and shook hands with the reporter.

"Professor, what should we do next?" a student appeared to Kayson's right rear and asked in a low voice.

"Stay calm, observe the situation, and watch as your teacher subdues them!"

The next day...

Kayson looked at the headline in the new issue of the Daily Prophet. His photo with his students was clearly displayed on it.

The headline used neat, elegant language to praise himself and the students.

The words, which did not spare any praise, made Kayson blush.

"Eh... this is a bit embarrassing."