After returning to the Black family manor, the Order of the Phoenix headquarters, there probably wouldn't be anything else important for the rest of the holiday. All that remained was... enjoying life.
It was undoubtedly very pleasant.
Moreover, now that the Ministry of Magic's Aurors had gained deeper control over all wizarding strongholds, the Black family manor, which housed three wizarding families and a large number of scattered wizards, naturally became one such stronghold and received Auror patrol protection.
On top of that, the unemployed Longbottom family and the Weasley family often gathered in Grimmauld Place... oh, and Grindelwald would often buy a Muggle newspaper and sit on a bench in the square, basking in the sun for most of the day.
Nearly a week into the holiday, the young wizards confined to the Black family manor finally saw daylight again, though their range of movement was still limited to Grimmauld Place—a space that was neither especially small nor especially large.
But compared to the pitifully limited space inside the Black family manor, it was already more than good enough.
Meanwhile...
Kayson had no interest in sunbathing or wandering around. At that moment, he was in the Weasley twins' shop, looking over their wildly imaginative renovation blueprints and making calculations.
It wasn't that Kayson lacked the ability. He was simply curious how the two of them had drawn such bizarre designs without Elixir to Induce Euphoria, other magical chemical concoctions... or even strange herbal plants at the Black family manor.
"This simply isn't something a three-dimensional human could imagine," Kayson remarked as he looked at the blueprints in his hands.
"So? Professor, can you do it?" The Weasley twins hurriedly asked after hearing Kayson describe it in such an unrestrained way.
"Do it? Of course I can. I'm still your