Kayson's mind still wasn't very clear. He slowly sat down in the chair and slowly got his brain working...
"Wait... final exams!!!"
Kayson instantly let out a piercing shriek and teleported directly to the classroom two floors below.
At that moment, Dumbledore, who seemed to have aged considerably, was standing at the podium proctoring the exam in Kayson's place.
However, upon hearing Kayson's Ender teleportation, he sighed helplessly. "Weasley twins, stop playing with your Ender Pearls! Just how many extra lives did Kayson leave you?"
Yet no one in the classroom answered him. He opened his eyes in confusion, only to find every young wizard taking the exam staring blankly behind him.
Dumbledore turned around as well.
"Oh... you're back... that's wonderful. You take over proctoring for now. Come to my office after it's over." Dumbledore said with a relieved smile.
After watching Dumbledore leave, Kayson looked at the young wizards below the podium. "How long was I gone?"
"About half a month, Professor," Cedric hurriedly answered.
"What happened during those two weeks?" Kayson continued.
The young wizards looked at one another and all shook their heads. "Nothing happened."
"That's good... keep answering your questions." Kayson said as he relaxed into his chair.
Very soon... about half an hour later, the final young wizard put down their quill as the bell rang.
Kayson, seated in his chair, pursed his lips. Although he was dressed in filthy, tattered clothes and covered in soot, he still cleared his throat with great ceremony.
"As a professor... I think there are three groups of young wizards who matter most to an elective professor. Of course, for professors who studied at Hogwarts, perhaps there are four."
"But for me, there are only three. Your year is one of them. You were the first students I