Gryffindor... Oh, Gryffindor!

"Wow! I was wrong! I'll never spout off in the newspaper again, I swear!"

Rita Skeeter, who had nearly suffocated to death in the mud, lay crying and howling in the muddy water. Kayson, meanwhile, put away his shovel and, in the blink of an eye, left the quiet little grove.

Anyway, Skeeter didn't get a clear look at his face when her head was blown off by a Quaffle bat. She probably wouldn't report him to the Ministry of Magic...

Probably...

Returning to Hogwarts, Kayson shook the rain off his raincoat and went to Dumbledore's office, where he casually placed the office expansion application form he had prepared long ago on Dumbledore's desk.

"That Rita Skeeter?"

"She should be quiet for quite some time, at least."

"Mm." Dumbledore nodded and signed the form.

"Do you need me to find a construction crew for you?"

"No, I can handle it myself," Kayson said.

"Right, the building you expand needs to match Hogwarts' style, with black brick walls."

"Don't worry about that, I'm a professional."

"That's for the best."

Back in his own office, Kayson hummed a tune and took out parchment to start designing his new office. Perhaps he could...

Knock knock knock...

"Come in!"

"Professor? Your office?" Neville entered first, followed by Harry and the others.

Kayson put away the parchment he had just sketched and took out the teapot instead.

Neville was wearing the Memory Bracelet he had given him, and Ron, who had already sat on the sofa and was stuffing his face with snacks, was wearing his new robes.

However, Neville looked at Kayson with a hint of grievance.

First of all, Kayson hadn't worn the wizard robe Neville had given him. And he had said at Longbottom Manor that he would expand his office...

Well... at least he hadn't seen the office expand by even one square meter.

A feeling called grievance suddenly choked his throat.

"Uh... Neville, what are you thinking about? Your little face is all scrunched up."

"Professor, didn't you say you were going to expand your office during the summer holidays?"

"I'm very sorry, I have a bit of procrastination. It's still in the sketch phase." Kayson looked at the sensitive young wizard in front of him and quickly pulled out his design sketch and placed it on the desk.

"Then the new robe I gave you..."

"I just went out. It's still raining outside. You can't expect me to get that new robe all dirty, can you?"

It took Kayson a good while of linguistic artistry to finally convince Neville that he didn't dislike the robe he gave him, nor did he not want to stay at Longbottom Manor for a night.

Of course, he genuinely disliked sleeping in a place that wasn't his own, it always felt a bit strange, but he couldn't say that. What if Neville started crying?

He'd just have to comfort him.

"Alright, tell me, what's up with you four little ones?" Kayson asked.

"Professor, do you know Nicolas Flamel?" Hermione asked.

"Nicolas Flamel? I remember my textbook didn't have that name?" Kayson scratched his head. It was true that the textbook he gave Hermione was just an introductory one.

It only contained basic theories and a few interesting little Alchemy experiments.

It wasn't time for the great Nicolas Flamel to make an appearance yet.

"I didn't see it in that book." Hermione shook her head.

"I should have asked everything at once next time. Where did you see this name?" Kayson sighed.

The four children exchanged glances: "We heard it from Hagrid."

"Hagrid, oh right, did you go to Hagrid's new house? How was it? Do you know who made that house for him? Never mind, you probably can't guess. It was me. Before I became a Hogwarts professor, I was a very excellent custom whole-house interior designer, you know, renovation..."

"Professor, please don't change the subject." Hermione sighed. Looking at the professor in front of her who was so clumsy at changing the subject, she didn't know why, but she suddenly felt like he was an eleven-year-old first-year student.

And in her opinion, Professor Kayson's ability to change the subject and lie wasn't as skillful as Harry's, who could expertly deceive Professor McGonagall with "My essay is really finished, I just forgot to bring it."

"Alright, Nicolas Flamel is a very powerful alchemist. He created the only Philosopher's Stone in the world. He also used this Philosopher's Stone to make the Elixir of Life. It's said that he has lived for over six hundred years, almost seven hundred years... Don't you guys collect Chocolate Frog cards?"

Kayson leaned back in his chair, hands clasped on his stomach, and said somewhat resignedly.

"If that's the case, then what's hidden under the trapdoor must be this so-called Philosopher's Stone," Hermione said seriously, which made Kayson want to laugh.

How should he politely tell them that the so-called Philosopher's Stone was actually Redstone, and that he had given each of them one?

However, compared to this small thought, there were more important matters.

For example...

"Are you still investigating that trapdoor? Or are you still investigating that Quirrell?"

"Uh..."

"Mmm..."

"What about..."

"Professor, do you have any black tea?"

"Alright, where did we leave off?" Kayson asked, letting out a sigh.

"When we went to have tea with Hagrid earlier, we accidentally let slip that Quirrell is a Dark Wizard. Hagrid didn't believe it, and Harry got worked up, saying that not only is Quirrell a Dark Wizard, but he's also trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone on the fourth floor corridor."

"Then Hagrid said a lot, and in his panic, he rushed us out. While he was flustered, he also mentioned Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel's plan, and then... uh-huh, Nicolas Flamel." Hermione said, shrugging with a rather speechless expression.

"Hagrid... And then what? Do you know what's hidden in there now? Are there any other plans?" Kayson sighed.

"Why would you listen to our plan?"

"I'll listen to your plan, then formulate a corresponding plan, or conversely, disrupt your plan."

"Is that right?" Hermione asked, her expression starting to crumble.

"Then will you tell me?"

The four children exchanged glances and simultaneously shook their heads.

"No."

"Eh..."

The four children exchanged glances again. After some private murmuring amongst themselves, they all stood up in unison.

"Goodbye, Professor Kayson!"

Kayson's mouth twitched as he watched them leave his office one by one.

"Gryffindor... Gryffindor indeed...!"

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