"It seems that you are doing it very easily." Dumbledore said with a smile.
"It's obvious that Voldemort came prepared. He prepared Demuran and his wife as hostages, and he also used another strange magic power, like the power of occultism." Kayson frowned and said.
"He is still dead." Dumbledore said the second half of the sentence for Kayson.
"That's right, bitch, do you have any plans?" After Kayson finished speaking, he looked at Demuran and his wife. Vivian still hugged them, making them unable to move.
"Perhaps we should go abroad for a while to avoid the limelight." Mr. Demuran said word by word, showing that he was still frightened by the solid death just now.
But soon he realized another thing. He tremblingly took off his ring and cast a small spell with his wand. The next moment, the ring became a small brass key, and then solemnly handed it to Kayson with both hands.
The latter suddenly made a serious face. "You are insulting me."
Mr. Demuran waved his hand quickly. "This vault is not full of money, but I secretly came to Gringotts behind my wife's back to create a small vault, which contains all kinds of wine that I collected."
At this time, Kayson changed into a face with a different cut. Looking at Mr. Demuran's face was like looking at a biological brother. "You still understand me!"
Dumbledore was a little helpless, looking at the hopelessness of Kayson, and unconsciously drooled over his disappointment.
This Kayson has always moved his wine cabinet as if it were his own home. Now that Kayson has become popular, isn't it time for him to take care of himself?
Well...
"Vivian, Clay, what are you two planning to do?" Mrs. Demuran looked at the two little wizards and said.
"Other places are not as safe as Hogwarts." Clay said.
"This is true for the little wizard. When Christmas is on holiday, I will mail Portkey directly to you. After leaving Hogwarts Express, you can choose to use Portkey directly to leave the London train station." Mrs. Demuran nodded.
"Why am I still here?" Clay asked in confusion.
"The Dark Lord already knows about your existence. This time we will go abroad with your parents. We won't wait until the Dark Lord recovers from his injuries...Professor Kayson, how will you beat the Dark Lord?" Mrs. Demuran said, half looking at Kayson.
"I beat him to death because of my soul. It's only a matter of time before he comes back." Kaisen replied.
"Dead... dead?" Everyone in the office except Dumbledore showed confused expressions.
The fact that Kayson was able to escape completely in front of Voldemort and even give Voldemort some defeat is no secret in the eyes of decent people like Wizarding World. It is not easy to be able to tie with Voldemort in this century, let alone be able to overpower Voldemort.
Now... no, what did they hear just now?
Kayson... Kill Voldemort to...?
The whole England Wizarding World was darkened intermittently for more than ten years. Voldemort was killed so hastily?
At this time, Mr. Demuran couldn't help but look at the number Professor Kayson in front of him again. This is no longer a situation where it is expected to become Dumbledore if it continues to grow.
This is a situation where there is no hope for the future as Merlin No. 2. Even the Kayson tattoo on the back of Merlin is not without that possibility.
"That's it, we have to hurry up." Mr. Demuran also said.
"Um... you two?" Kayson waved his hands at the dull faces of Demuran and his wife in surprise, before they regained consciousness. "Where did we just talk about...?"
"You said you planned to leave England with Clay's mother." Kayson recalled helpfully.
"Yes, that's it..." Mr. Demuran still looked at Kayson as if he were looking at Merlin, and nodded dully.
"Okay, then let me see you off." Kayson stood up. "Of course, what else do you have to say?"
"It said the same thing in the letter." Mr. Demuran's dull expression faded slightly, and he responded with a sad expression. It was obvious that he was about to leave England, and leaving his old home made him haggard.
"Clay, where is your home?" Kayson then asked.
"I'm here at Manchester. Professor, I'll write you the address."
Jie Kuai Kayson got the home address of Clay. Then he wrapped Demuran and his wife with Enderman field, and the next moment the three of them had disappeared.
After regaining their vision, Demuran and his wife appeared in front of a strange street and a strange house.
"Do you need me to accompany you to the entrance?" Kayson asked.
"No, we've met more than once before. Just tell them how awesome they are." Mrs. Demuran responded.
"Well, then I'm leaving... If possible, you'd better go abroad privately or use Muggle's method. I'm sure Ministry of Magic has Voldemort's spies who can deliver the news for him, and I'll give you this."
Kayson said, taking out four beacon pendants and giving them to Mrs. Demuran: "This thing can isolate the tracking magic, or the tracking method of the mysterious test. I will also give it to Vivian and Clay, don't worry."
"Thank you Professor, I'm sorry that we didn't get to know you earlier." Mr. Demuran said with his face still pale.
"I understand, I know I may look scary in your eyes."
"Then see you later."
"Uh-huh."
Kayson, who returned to Hogwarts, looked at Vivian, who had regained his composure, and Clay, who was looking up at the space-based dragon-slaying cannon with a curious look on his face, and threw out two more beacon pendants to them.
"This thing can prevent you from being tracked. Now you two have a number in Voldemort's head. Be careful."
After hearing this, the two of them quickly put the pendants on themselves. The main thing was to obey the advice and be good.
"Next..." Kayson sat in his seat and rubbed his eyebrows. Just when Clay and Vivian thought that Kayson was thinking of some grand plan to fight against Voldemort...
Kayson spoke up, "It's time to see what Mr. Demuran's private wine cellar looks like!"