In the end... all I could say was... Kayson and Dumbledore had made a very dirty deal. That was the only reason they had successfully brought Hogwarts's Headmaster's Office tower back to life.
Rebuilding the Headmaster's Office had not been difficult in the slightest.
After all, Hogwarts mainly used very classic building materials—nothing more than stone bricks, logs, carpets, and furniture. At most, Kayson used little blocks to make some artistic windows for it.
As for the glass... naturally, it was ordinary glass. Even the Alchemy classroom used ordinary glass. What kind of glass did the Headmaster's Office think it deserved?
...Mosaic?
Don't misunderstand. Mosaic glass.
But it was not only the reconstruction of the Headmaster's Office that was hard to handle. What was truly hard to handle was that old man Dumbledore riding a broomstick beside Kayson, touching this and poking that, even giving orders.
Wasn't this just a complete amateur directing a professional?
Until Dumbledore once again said something that made Kayson want to lose it: "Could you leave me a pipe from the Headmaster's Office to the kitchen? I could have the House-elves use magic to send candy up through it."
Kayson took a deep breath, then abruptly turned and glared at Dumbledore. "Headmaster, seriously, if you keep saying this kind of nonsense, I'm throwing you into the Black Lake."
Dumbledore rode away on his broomstick in disgrace. "Actually, a Honeydukes pipe wouldn't be impossible either."
With Dumbledore gone, Kayson finally found himself a quiet work environment. Gradually, he entered that state of flow that belonged to construction work.
By the time he emerged from that state, night had already fallen, and the Headmaster's Office tower had been fully rebuilt. Inside and out, there was not even a flaw in the gaps between the bricks.
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