Poor Professor Kayson

Kayson and the young wizards left the Alchemy classroom covered in dust. Although the process had been a bit bumpy, at least they had all seen the star of the lower realm within the Beacon.

Before leaving the classroom, he had also given each of the young wizards a small Beacon, enchanted so that it would only work for them. If given to anyone else, the Beacon would petrify and turn into a useless stone.

This was considered a small gift, something they could use as a small pendant to enhance themselves.

In the evening, Kayson, now clean again, arrived at the Great Hall. Seeing Quirrell's seat still empty, he let out a comfortable hum.

Hmph~ [Villager accent]

After dinner, Kayson didn't immediately return to his office. Instead, under Hagrid's shifty gaze and his clumsy, yet seemingly cautious, movements, Kayson decisively followed him.

"I'm guessing you found some good wine," Kayson said.

"It's not good wine, but something even better than fine wine... You'll know when you get there."

Arriving at Hagrid's newly decorated hut, it had become very... lived-in, thanks to Hagrid's personal touch.

Although it didn't quite match the hut's original style, as the saying goes, happiness is what matters most.

After entering the hut, the two sat down on the sofa by the fireplace. It was then that Kayson understood why Hagrid had invited him over.

"Is your dragon egg about to hatch? Forgive me, I don't know anything about magical creatures."

"Pretty much. This is the first time I've witnessed the birth of such a wonderful little life..."

Hagrid was about to say more when he was interrupted by an untimely knock on the door.

Opening the door, Hagrid wasn't surprised to see the familiar four people.

"Hello, Hagrid."

"Hello, but I must say in advance, I hope you're not here today to convince me that Quirrell is a Dark Wizard," Hagrid said as he welcomed the young wizards in.

"No, no, we're here to apologize for my shouting last time," Harry said somewhat awkwardly.

"You really don't have to. Honestly, if you hadn't reminded me, I would have forgotten. It's not a big deal," Hagrid said, waving his hand.

After reaching the living room, they sat on the small sofas arranged around the fireplace. It was then that they noticed someone else sitting there.

"Hello there. I was wondering how long it would take you to notice someone sitting here... But not bad, you reacted quite quickly," Kayson said with a smile.

"It's probably because your clothes contrast too much with the sofa," Ron quipped.

"What can I do? Hagrid loves pink sofas."

Pfft!

"Don't laugh, there's nothing embarrassing about it."

"Oh, yes, yes, we're not laughing."

"We just remembered something happy."

"What happy thing?" Hagrid asked.

"Once upon a time, there was a giant, and then he... Hahahahahahahah!!!!"

Kayson and Hagrid exchanged a look, seeing the helplessness in each other's eyes.

After the four youngsters finished laughing, Hagrid brought out a plate of rock cakes from the kitchen. Kayson picked up a piece, then grabbed the milk that was warming by the fireplace. He violently broke the rock cake into pieces and threw them into the hot milk.

This was a way of eating he had discovered. Rock cakes soaked in milk were, frankly, surprisingly delicious.

After all, Hagrid's baking, aside from being a bit overdone, had no other faults, and he was generous with the ingredients.

The four youngsters looked at Kayson eating like that. They picked up cups of milk and were about to place them by the fireplace, and then, and then...

"Is that a dragon egg?" Ron asked, looking stunned.

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"Oh... yes, keep it a secret for me. This is a secret, a secret among the six of us," Hagrid said with a smile.

"Of course, of course, we'll keep it a secret," Harry, Neville, and Ron all nodded in agreement.

However, Hermione remained rational: "But Hagrid, where are you going to raise this dragon? I think I read somewhere that a three-month-old dragon can feast on elephants."

For a moment, the air in the entire hut fell silent.

Hermione then looked at Professor Kayson, as in her eyes, Professor Kayson was the most proper and reliable person in the room.

Then Kayson looked at everyone with a bewildered expression: "Why are you all looking at me? I've never seen a dragon before. I thought the biggest they got was about the size of an elephant... or like the three-headed dog..."

Hermione rolled her eyes helplessly.

"Oh, dear..."

"Perhaps it could be raised in the Forbidden Forest?" Hagrid mumbled.

"Of course, if you don't mind this dragon eating all the life in the Forbidden Forest to extinction. Once it has eaten everything to extinction, it will soon extend its claws towards Hogwarts," Hermione retorted.

"That won't work either... Kayson, is there any spell to make it smaller?"

"Dragons have such high magical resistance that they can perfectly defend against curses, otherwise they wouldn't be made into dragonhide gloves."

Hermione's triple kill almost made Hagrid's pearls well up.

"It's okay, Hagrid. Even if you can't have a dragon forever, at least this dragon is about to hatch. You've witnessed the birth of a life, and your life and the dragon's life are intertwined at this moment. Even if you part ways in the future, you've at least experienced it, which is luckier than most people."

Kayson patted Hagrid's shoulder to comfort him.

Then, as if Kayson's comfort had the opposite effect, Hagrid's pearls finally fell.

The half-giant hugged Kayson, his head, larger than Kayson's chest, burrowing into his chest as he cried.

"Neville... I can only say, thank goodness I'm not wearing your robes today."

Neville looked at Kayson's utterly defeated expression, then at the sobbing Hagrid, and nodded in agreement.

Plop!

"Someone's outside!" Harry suddenly became alert.

"It's not curfew yet," Kayson said helplessly.

"I'll go open the door," Hagrid said, wiping his tears and standing up, leaving someone in a mess.

Not long after, Hagrid brought another young wizard in. If he hadn't brought him in, the whole living room would have nearly exploded!

"Draco Malfoy!"

Malfoy pouted and crossed his arms with a hmph. "What's the problem? Is this some forbidden area?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the people in the room.

He looked at Hagrid, the giant.

He looked at Harry, the clueless one.

He looked at Neville, a fool not much better than a Muggle-born, although he had accidentally lost to him before, it was only because he had been careless.

He looked at Ron, the pauper.

He looked at Hermione... well, he couldn't be bothered.

He looked at Professor Kayson...

Draco looked at Kayson, especially at his tear-stained wizard robe, and a hint of pity appeared in his eyes.

Poor Professor Kayson.