The National College Entrance Examination (Gaokao) is tomorrow. Wishing everyone the best of luck on their exams!
I'm curious about what kind of crazy Thursday Dumbledore eats on Mondays.
That night, when he went to bed, Kayson still had no clue what to do.
It's possible that the Muggle -blooded wizard shared his life with Dumbledore, but he got it wrong.
Maybe someone played a little prank on him? As for who it was...
Nobody cared.
Just like at this very moment, the Wizarding World is immersed in an eerie and brief silence.
It's understandable that there hasn't been any further news about Voldemort since he was completely pierced through and turned into a sausage by Kayson's Sky-Based Dragon Slayer Cannon.
Our leader has been solo-killed so many times, and the first time it was by a baby not even a year old, and the subsequent times by an ordinary Alchemy Professor...
Perhaps he has already been resurrected, but is now studying how to rebuild his authority.
There is a way to deal with it, really. Since no one else witnessed the details of him being killed in a one-on-one fight that day, he could just stubbornly say that Kayson, Dumbledore, and Grindelwald all ganged up on him.
The old men ganged up on him, beating up a minor villain—that's utterly unsportsmanlike!
And so, peaceful life continued until Halloween party.
"What are you thinking about? It seems you're not very enthusiastic." Kayson, while helping Professor McGonagall decorate the Great Hall with Steve and a stern face, was being questioned by Snape, who had finally come up from the basement to the ground floor.
"It's because of Voldemort's matter. How has he been lately? Has he been holding meetings like crazy to save face for you guys?" Kayson spoke very softly, making sure no one else could hear.
" The Dark Lord is not seeing anyone right now, except for Barty Crouch Jr.. and Bellatrix," Snape said slowly, turning his head to make sure no one else was looking in his direction.
"So you've already been resurrected, but that's understandable. You've probably been instructed to find and buy those expensive resurrection ritual materials again, right?" Kayson suddenly put on a comical expression and said.
"In fact, I funded most of it, and the ordinary Death Eater didn't even know that he had died again," Snape said.
"I see... Do you think he'd be furious if I sent him an exclusive interview?" Kayson had previously thought that Voldemort had used some terrifying methods to temporarily appease his Death Eater comrades, but now he knew for the first time that Voldemort also engaged in the business of secret deaths.
He claimed it was because he didn't want his subordinates to worry...
However, if the Death Eater aren't worried, then Voldemort isn't worried either; and Voldemort isn't worried, then Kayson should be.
"What kind of scandal are you going to create now, having the Dark Lord lead a massacre at the Daily Prophet's editorial office?" Snape raised an eyebrow and said.
Kayson shook his head. "Anyway, I feel uneasy whenever he seems to be feeling better. As for the news, I don't plan to publish it in any particular newspaper. I don't have the time to go out on patrol to protect the Daily Prophet's editorial office during this Christmas."
"I might use a more magical method," Kayson said, placing the last Halloween decoration crystal before finding a corner to start figuring out how to humiliate Voldemort.
Voldemort himself wasn't all that great. No matter how powerful a person's magic was, could it be any bigger trouble than when Grindelwald set Paris on fire?
It's nothing more than him clinging to those Death Eater, who are like a pack of stray dogs on the way home from school, biting anyone they find. That's the most annoying thing.
The Voldemort's niche is, at best, just a dog's head.
As long as he can use all sorts of means to make Voldemort's pack of wild dogs leave him, and only a few big cats and little cats who truly regard him as a god remain, what is there to be afraid of?
Kara Kara...
Steve's voice came from afar. Because of his skeletal appearance, he was quite adept at surviving Halloween.
Although in reality, Steve, that old rascal, still lives a carefree life at Hogwarts most of the time.
And every now and then, little wizards would feed him candy... He was practically a Halloween hero.
" Kayson, I feel like this place is a bit empty. What do you think about putting an Ender Crystal in here?" McGonagall called out to Kayson again.
"It's here!" Kayson instinctively pulled out Ender Crystal, then suddenly realized, "Wait a minute!" He looked at Professor McGonagall, "This thing is a bomb."
"Then why don't we just enclose them in glass?"
"Good idea." Kayson tilted his head, then immediately gave up thinking, placed the Ender Crystal on the ground, and then used a glass plate to surround the area.
After doing all this, Kayson sat in the High Table's chair, shaking his head as he began to seriously study how to embarrass Voldemort on Halloween.
"Do you have any ideas?" he asked, nudging Dumbledore, who was sitting next to him.
"What?"
"If I want to make Voldemort lose face today, what should I do?" Kayson asked.
" The Daily Prophet ".
"What if Voldemort, in a desperate move, elbows the Daily Prophet?" Kayson shook his head worriedly. "I will look into a more secure method."
"What methods?" Dumbledore asked, puzzled.
"Have you ever watched Naruto? There's a technique in it called Infinite Tsukuyomi." Kayson said, about to give Dumbledore a proper explanation of his awesome plan.
Just as he was about to explain his plan in the style of the ancients, Snape suddenly came over with a livid face.
" The Dark Lord told me to go now," he said softly, bowing slightly behind the two of them.
"Understood... We'll be prepared," Dumbledore replied quickly.
After Snape left the castle and vanished in a puff of black smoke, Kayson finally spoke, " Aurors, stay at your posts now."
"These are extraordinary times, and they don't usually have a Christmas holiday," Dumbledore explained.
"Then there shouldn't be any major problems." Kayson breathed a sigh of relief. Now he just needed to sit here quietly, and his plan to embarrass Voldemort was no longer feasible.
The most important thing now is to wait for news. We can't interfere with Voldemort in any way, otherwise, if it's just an ordinary Halloween meeting and he turns it into an indiscriminate massacre, we'll be committing a terrible sin.
Quickly, as the ring on Kayson's finger heated up, he waved his hand and pulled out a mirror.
A face I hadn't seen in a long time appeared in the mirror.
"Professor! This is Rhyme. Dark Mark has appeared in the sky above Downing Street!"