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Hospital Wing.

It had been a month since Kayson's little stunt in the office, when he controlled a Wither Skeleton Skull to fly toward his own feet and blew himself into the Hospital Wing.

Of course, if it had only been the explosion, Madam Pomfrey could have healed him with ease. The real problem was that the power of withering had somehow invaded his body.

Put nicely, he had suffered a backlash from Dark Magic. Put simply, he had entered a Wither state and was continuously losing health.

Unfortunately, he had yet to obtain a Milk Block, and ordinary milk did not seem to do much for him.

He had not merely lain around during this month in the Hospital Wing. He had done a few things to improve himself, such as making his spellcasting look more like that of a wizard.

Although he could not use wizards' magic, he could rely on the various properties of MC Blocks to cosplay as a wizard.

And now, he could use a wand as well.

The difference was that when he cast spells, he directly used the wand he had DIYed from Rose Vine and a Phoenix Tail Feather. It was not something he used often, but it still felt handy whenever he did.

"Professor Heath, after a whole morning of diagnosis, I can confirm that you may now be discharged."

Madam Pomfrey first knocked on the doorframe, then pulled back the curtain and leaned halfway inside as she spoke.

"Thank you. May magic bless you, madam." Kayson instantly came back to life at full health. After quickly getting dressed, he snapped his fingers and summoned a pixelated carnation.

Madam Pomfrey's favorability +10

"What I mean is, even if you gave me this flower, I still will not forgive you. Because of your dangerous magical experiment, my two-month vacation was reduced to one month." Madam Pomfrey accepted the flower with great satisfaction, but still spoke sternly.

"Yes, I am deeply sorry. If I were not afraid you would find it vulgar, I would have given you one cubic meter of gold ingots. Now I can only hope this single carnation can somewhat express my admiration for you. There is no other meaning behind it."

Only after Kayson had left and Madam Pomfrey was alone in the Hospital Wing did the hand holding the carnation begin to tremble.

A sentence caught in her throat.

"I am exactly that kind of vulgar person! Give me back my cubic meter of gold ingots!"

But in the end, she still did not say it aloud.

Just as teachers always returned to school before the students did.

The professors of Hogwarts were the same, either preparing lesson plans in advance or inspecting every aspect of the school.

Professor McGonagall, for example.

"Kayson!"

Kayson froze when he heard Professor McGonagall's voice behind him, then immediately quickened his pace.

"Kayson! Professor Kayson!"

Hearing the voice behind him rise to just one decibel short of a roar, Kayson wisely stopped and turned around with a bright smile.

"Professor McGonagall, what is it?"

"I seem to recall asking you for a lesson plan for third through sixth years, as well as the advanced class, for this term..." Professor McGonagall crossed her arms and stared at Kayson with a stern face, as though reprimanding a student.

Kayson then made a foolish decision. "I had already written it, but it was destroyed in my magical experiment. You remember, the Wither Skeleton incident?"

To Professor McGonagall, this excuse was practically on par with saying, "I finished my homework, but I forgot to bring it."

Having devoted herself to education for many years, Professor McGonagall naturally saw through such a petty trick. She refused to give an inch.

"You can tell me verbally. I only need to know the general direction."

"..."

"Do not tell me you spent a month lying in a hospital bed without preparing anything?"

"..."

"What about the students' textbooks?"

"Their original ones will do," Kayson said, silently adding, They make no difference to me anyway. I can't understand them either.

"...Kayson..."

In the end, under Professor McGonagall's overwhelming pressure, he helped her move a statue that had been standing guard in the corridor out of the castle.

Well, it could not exactly be called moving it. Over the past month, he had learned some basic magic and could imitate similar effects, such as the Levitation Charm.

He could control tiny blocks to lift heavy objects, achieving the same effect as the Levitation Charm.

After the two placed the statue beside the Black Lake, Professor McGonagall took out her wand, rested it against the statue's forehead, and chanted softly for a while. The statue moved as if it had come to life, standing guard on the spot.

"Create one of your Iron Knights. As professors of Hogwarts, we have an obligation to protect Hogwarts, including upgrading its defensive system," Professor McGonagall finally revealed her true purpose.

"Okay." Kayson shrugged, took out his wand, and casually waved it. Iron Blocks formed a T shape, and after he placed a pumpkin skull on top, an Iron Golem was created.

He stroked his chin, feeling that something was still missing. After thinking for a moment, he created two Iron Blocks and a log block, assembling them into a massive Greatsword.

The Iron Golem obediently took the sword and planted it in the ground, remaining motionless.

"Make them fight," Professor McGonagall said, looking at the Iron Golem before turning to Kayson.

"Okay."

Professor McGonagall also took out her wand and controlled the statue to attack the Iron Golem with its weapon. With a clang, it was obvious that it had failed to break through its defenses.

The Iron Golem lowered its head and glanced at the statue, then raised its Greatsword and swept it across.

Stone fragments scattered everywhere.

Professor McGonagall's satisfaction +10

Professor McGonagall's trust +10

The gleam in Professor McGonagall's eyes grew even brighter. The next moment, she grabbed Kayson and headed for the Headmaster's Office. It looked as though she was determined to convince Dumbledore to comprehensively upgrade Hogwarts' defense system today.

By then, she could already imagine herself waving her wand as a tide of steel marched out of Hogwarts in neat steps, crushing every enemy like the heavens collapsing and the earth splitting apart.

She did not even know how happy that would make her.

"Hey, hey, hey, wait, wait, wait." Kayson hurriedly slowed down and tapped the Iron Golem and Greatsword with his wand. They instantly shattered into blocks and vanished into the void.

"Kayson, I can only say that you are being far too wasteful," Professor McGonagall said helplessly, hands on her hips.

"That thing was already hit once. I'm a perfectionist."

"Yes, a perfectionist who does not write lesson plans, right?"

"At the same time, I'm also a libertarian."

The two arrived at Dumbledore's office. He seemed to have been waiting there for quite some time, with three freshly brewed cups of black tea on the table.

"When did he become so healthy? Usually, his drinks have to be paired with insulin," Professor McGonagall remarked sharply.

"Huh?"

"I was merely using an exaggerated figure of speech."

"Oh."

Professor McGonagall calmly sat down, picked up a cup of black tea, and took a sip.

Then Dumbledore, who had arrived late, said, "McGonagall, Fudge took a sip from your cup of black tea just now."

Pfft!!!