Voldemort looked down at the hole in his chest. The next moment, his entire lower body felt a sharp pain, followed by his waist... his back... his neck... his limbs... and finally his head.
A huge Obsidian board appeared on Voldemort's entire back, while Kayson walked towards Voldemort step by step.
With every step he took, Voldemort felt more and more pressure. The pressure was like a magnet, and finally it got bigger and bigger. He seemed to hear a squeezing sound that made people feel sour.
The final bang... was like a watermelon exploding from the inside out.
Voldemort was overwhelmed by the magic he released with his own hands.
"Huh... This time Voldemort is surprisingly easy to kill, this idiot." Kayson looked at the pile of squeezed and exploded meat in front of him and nodded with satisfaction.
After a violent sound of flames, Dumbledore appeared behind him.
"I did pretty well." Kayson looked at Dumbledore with his head full of praise.
Dumbledore nodded generously. "Of course it's good, but Kayson, we still can't let go. His soul has escaped from the sky, and one day he will come back."
"When do you think he will appear next?" Kayson asked.
"Tom has gathered his minions, so I remain pessimistic about this issue. It may be tomorrow or next semester." Dumbledore said helplessly.
"At least I can have a good night's sleep... Of course, it would be better if I knew where those Death Eaters are hiding. It's a pity that my search device doesn't have the ability to find people." Kayson teleported to the office helplessly and went to sleep.
Dumbledore looked helplessly at the Tom-chan on the ground. He waved the wand in his hand and controlled the soil to swallow the Tom-chan on the ground.
Yeah, it's used as fertilizer.
The next day...
Kayson still didn't wake up from the bed, but the whole Hogwarts changed slightly.
Well, actually not much has changed.
That is, Steve kept his promise... he really removed his head and put it at Gryffindor Tower's door, and Gryffindor's little wizard naturally couldn't really kick Steve's head like a ball.
Of course, it could also be because I was afraid of breaking my foot.
But this is not what I want.
The important thing is that Steve himself had already made preparations to hang in the air for 24 hours and 12 hours, but the little wizards didn't do that, and they seriously moved him to a complete mess.
Not only that, he also followed Neville to experience how he spent a day as a little wizard in Hogwarts.
Of course, it would be a perfect day if Neville had to be taken to the toilet as well as Steve.
On the other side... Professor Kayson, who had been sleeping for nearly ten hours, woke up at noon. When he came to the Great Hall for lunch, his sharp eyes spotted the head of Steve placed on the long table of Gryffindor. At this moment, he was being fed by a lot of people.
Everyone who looks at Kayson feels a little bit envious, but of course, not now.
Because Dumbledore had sneaked him into the office, Kayson guessed that it was most likely that Snape had given Dumbledore some strange information, which led to some strange tasks that were about to fall on him.
"So? What's the matter? And if there's anything, can't you wait until we've all finished eating?" Kayson sat in front of Dumbledore, speechless.
"We can also have lunch here." Dumbledore just snapped his fingers, and lunch for two appeared on the desk.
"Oh... Okay, I reluctantly forgive you." Kayson Ji naturally picked up the tableware and started eating. "Now you can tell me what bad tasks I need to do, if I can do it."
"Actually, it's not that difficult. You eat first, and you just listen while you eat."
Dumbledore didn't eat his own portion, but pushed it to Kayson. The latter nodded with satisfaction and started eating the second portion after finishing one portion.
Dumbledore also spoke slowly, "What kind of person do you think Voldemort is?"
"A narrow-minded and brainless bloodist." Kayson answered without thinking.
"Well, it's quite right, but it's not entirely right. For example, you and I both know Voldemort. Anyway, I still prefer to call him Tom. Tom himself is not Pure-blood, he is a Half-blood."
"However, he still despises Muggle and Muggle-born wizard. At first glance, he does look like a Pure-blood ist, right..." Dumbledore paused here.
Kayson, who was eating, was a little helpless. "Didn't you say that I can just eat without talking... Okay, okay, let me guess what you're saying, that's not the case?"
Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, that's not the case. Half-blood wizards and Pure-blood wizard were killed by Tom. There are definitely not a few of them, so I have seen his character clearly from the early days. He does not belong to any position."
"He does not belong to Muggle, does not belong to Muggle-born wizard, does not belong to Half-blood wizard, nor does he belong to Pure-blood wizard. He has never regarded himself as an equal existence with anyone from the beginning, so when I think about it, he probably regards himself as a god."
"Now he has become the symbol of Pure-blood wizard, just because the power of Pure-blood wizard in Wizarding World is strong enough. The sign of Pure-blood wizard and even Pure-blood has always been just It's one of his chess pieces. If Muggle-born wizard is powerful, he is the representative of Muggle-born wizard. If Half-blood wizard is powerful, he is the representative of Half-blood wizard." Dumbledore rambled on.
"Dumbledore, how about you get into the topic?" Kayson pursed his lips and urged you.
"What I want to say is that you can't think too narrowly about Tom, thinking that he will only accept the addition of Pure-blood Dark Wizard and Half-blood Dark Wizard. His brain... at least in this aspect? He is quite flexible."