"It's obvious you didn't have lunch in the Great Hall." Kayson stood up and wiped his hands on Clay's head. "Is there something wrong?"
Clay calmly used the Wandless Charm to clean his hair, then took a small cloth bag out of his pocket.
"Of course it's news. I've almost finished writing that book, all that's left is for you to sign it, Professor." Clay pulled the bag open wide and then pulled out a corner of the book.
"Professor, please hold it back," Clay said.
"Hmm, no problem." Kayson grabbed the corner of the book with both hands, and with a slight push on the other side, the book was pulled out of the pocket with a click.
"Wow, your pocket has a pretty good capacity," Kayson exclaimed.
"Of course, this pocket of mine is relatively vacuum-sealed and at sub-zero temperatures... I made it last year to store midnight snacks. The weather at Hogwarts was humid and hot during that time, and food spoiled very quickly."
The two chatted casually for a while, and soon entered the castle and arrived at the door of Kayson's office.
"Are you planning to go in directly or teleport in with me?" Kayson asked.
"The latter."
The next moment, the person appeared on the desk, Kayson took out a quill pen and wrote his name in the author's section on the cover.
He then handed the quill to Clay: "The proofreading is yours."
Clay held the quill pen somewhat awkwardly. "Actually, I don't really want to sign this. The magical world isn't safe right now, and the Muggle world is too. If I'm too outspoken, I'll easily attract the attention of the Dark Lord."
"If you have no fame at all, they only need one Killing Curse to kill you. But if you are very famous, it will be very troublesome for them to kill you. They don't care about the feelings of ordinary low-level wizards, but they always want to avoid the feelings of talented wizards who might feel sorry for them," Kayson explained.
"If they want to kill me, it's as easy as crushing an ant; they just need to find a Diadem reason." Clay sighed cryptically.
"They don't even need to come up with a reason before you sign this name, and I think your name has already been heard by Voldemort. Someone who can use spatial magic despite the End Prohibition and Hogwarts' prohibition... and is also the boyfriend of a Pure-blood witch."
"As far as I know, Pure-blood witch plus Muggle-born wizard, or even just Muggle, might be enough to give Voldemort PTSD," Kayson said, raising an eyebrow.
"So you're saying I'm actually in quite a danger, but if that day really comes, I can always run away." Clay signed his name and surname on the cover.
"If there are no other children, please bring Ron and Neville here. They are sixth-year students in Gryffindor."
Clay nodded. "No problem."
Kayson was left alone in the office again. He looked at the class schedule and, for some reason, old Dumbledore had finally moved up his class time.
Old people, don't know martial ethics!
Two weeks later...
Voldemort was engrossed in reading the Kayson's Complete Book, published by Kayson, in the study of a luxurious Pure-blood manor.
"You pathetic fools, not one of you subscribed to the Alchemy journal Alchemy journal. Now, with your current status, it's even more difficult for you to buy one," Voldemort said, turning the pages of his book.
"If only those servants knew alchemy, that would be enough." Bellatrix felt a pang of resentment at the thought of being called a fool by Voldemort for not buying a magazine related to the enemy. In short, she felt a sour taste in her mouth. Why couldn't Master Voldemort insult me alone?
"You were all waiting for my return in Azkaban, so I don't blame you. But Bellatrix, you shouldn't have made those strange noises," Voldemort said quietly.
"I'm so sorry, Master!" Bellatrix quickly knelt down, but her thoughts were quite different. She wasn't even worthy of being scolded! Why should those other traitors who didn't enter Azkaban be able to hear Voldemort's profound teachings!
"If you had been able to collect all of Professor Kayson's alchemical techniques for me as early as possible, how could I have suffered such a great loss at his hands?"
"Enjoying a life of luxury and wealth, yet discarding the knowledge of the world's first true alchemist as worthless, I am terrified. If I do not step forward to lead you, perhaps in ten or twenty years, your family will crumble... trampled underfoot by those Mudblood who have learned the knowledge, and they will build even more magnificent palaces on the ruins of your manor."
"And what about you then? Perhaps you'll rush into the pawnshop with something of value passed down from your ancestors, so that you can spend your last moments in blissful debauchery." Dumbledore carefully placed the book on his desk, clipping it to the book with a delicate silver bookmark.
He then stood up and paced around the spacious study, which was filled with many people, including Bellatrix, Barty Crouch, who made Kayson exclaim in surprise, "I used so much force, how come you're still alive?", and a middle-aged wizard with slightly graying Barty Crouch Jr..
Voldemort strolled leisurely up to the wizard and said slowly, "It seems you haven't taken my words to heart."
The wizard instantly broke out in a cold sweat, as if a water pipe was hidden in his hair, but he still stared intently ahead, eventually meeting Voldemort's eerie, snake-like eyes.
In an instant, he felt as if he had been seen through; the words "Legilimency " exploded in the wizard's mind.
"Let me guess what you're thinking," Voldemort said quietly. "You look down on me. You think I can't lead Pure-blood to real progress. You think I'll only lead Pure-blood to destruction."
"You think everything I just said is bullshit? You think that so-called Pure-blood family will be destroyed if they continue to be so radical? You even really like your daughter's Mudblood boyfriend?" Voldemort said slowly.
"So ungrateful, Master, let me do it for you..." Bellatrix subconsciously pulled out her wand to give the wizard an Avada Kedavra, but Voldemort stopped her with a cold snort.
"How can you be so rude to our landlord?" Voldemort said, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm sorry, Dark Lord," the wizard said softly.
"You don't need me to apologize. I think the person you really need to apologize to is your daughter, because you didn't stop her from dating that Mudblood Boy... So now... write her a letter, how about that?"