"Of course, other truths include peeling bananas before eating them, paying workers, having students in schools, and people dying when they are killed... Oh, the last sentence is a bit off, damn it, Voldemort might not die even if he is killed."
As Kayson spoke, his voice grew softer and softer until he finally closed and put away his notebook, after all, this kind of nonsense was indeed embarrassing.
Dumbledore was the first to finish eating. After he finished, he stood up, stretched, and looked down at Kayson who was still eating. He stretched his arms again and looked down again, but Kayson was still eating.
Then his spine rotated, making a cracking sound, which made Dumbledore feel a sense of comfort before he looked down.
Still eating.
" Kayson, what are you doing?" Dumbledore said quietly.
"Eat some more."
"..."
"Didn't you say you were going to tell me the conclusion you deduced last night?" Dumbledore said, forcing himself to speak.
"What direct connection does the result have with my current meal?" Kayson asked, scratching his head.
"..."
Ultimately, under Dumbledore's extremely strange gaze, as if he were looking at an Avada target, Kayson still followed him to the office.
"To put it bluntly, this feels just like a newbie in the workplace being coerced and lured into their boss's office. Is the next step to you starting to take advantage of them?" Kayson complained, sitting on the sofa.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your breakfast, but there's no need to be so malicious about me. At least I have some pastries here that can give you something to eat." After saying that, Dumbledore took a plate of pastries out of the drawer and pushed it toward Kayson.
"I also need black tea, no sugar, no honey, no jam," Kayson said after picking up a piece of pastry and tasting it.
"No problem." Dumbledore poured Kayson a cup of plain tea.
"Now tell me your reasoning," Dumbledore said.
"Pay special attention to a fifth-year Slytherin witch named Maple Loglin," Kayson said.
"Is there anything suspicious about her?" Dumbledore asked.
"Not yet, but what she did could be Voldemort- like. For example, she might have used Love Potion to control Orland of Ravenclaw, and then used Orland to come to me to learn my knowledge, which I would then teach to her."
"But if you want to study, why not come directly to me? Why go through Orland as a middleman?" Kayson said slowly.
Dumbledore laughed when he heard Kayson's explanation. Kayson had done this outside of Hogwarts, so what was the point of it?
Every day, whenever he suddenly leaves Hogwarts when he's not on holiday, something is bound to happen outside—either a few Death Eater die here, or a few Dark Wizard die there.
Every day you're like some Death Eater killing machine. General Kayson, tell me now why the Slytherin wizards don't come to you to become your apprentices.
However, Dumbledore didn't say those words aloud. Instead, he used a more demure and tolerant approach. "When you have time, you can go to Muggle hospital and see a psychiatrist. Your inability to correctly understand your own situation is an illness, and it needs treatment!"
Do you think I'm mentally ill?
"I don't."
No, you do have it!
"I don't!"
"You have!"
"No!"
"You have!"
"Yes, I do!"
"Then don't blame me..."
"Is that right? And can you be serious for once? Stop acting like that superhero. Can you give an old wizard the same gentleness you show to a young wizard?" Dumbledore rubbed his forehead, having thought he could dramatically change Kayson's mind like in a novel or other work of art, but instead he snapped at him.
The attempt failed, and the silky smooth feeling even made Dumbledore feel that Kayson was deliberately picking a fight, just to find an opportunity to have sex with him, the headmaster, to get revenge for interrupting his meal.
"Let's get back to the point. You don't have class today, but I have work to do later," Dumbledore said.
"In short, the Voldemort I killed in Downing Street last time was too weak, so I think that Voldemort might be an imposter or a ghost, so I didn't keep him in mind."
"The last Voldemort I killed was killed by the chandelier on the ceiling of my office, but at the time Voldemort had no idea what actually killed him," Kayson said, pausing for a breath.
"So? What's the point of you saying all this?" Dumbledore asked, his face full of exasperation.
"But in that battle, I used an enchantment that surprised Voldemort. That attack even stunned Voldemort, which ultimately laid a solid foundation for me to kill him."
Dumbledore interrupted again, saying, "Please don't use this encrypted language that normal humans can't understand."
"The story I'm about to tell you is that the enchanting in that battle left a deep impression on Voldemort, and last night Maple Luo specifically asked Orland to learn enchanting. Isn't that a coincidence?" Kayson raised an eyebrow.
"In that case, it is indeed quite a coincidence." Dumbledore's brow furrowed occasionally, then smoothed out, and he nodded slowly.
Kayson said, "I can't use the invisibility potion to follow them all the time, so that's where we need you. Didn't you brag to me before that Hogwarts was entirely under your control?"
Dumbledore shook his head. "I'm not bragging. I can have the portraits of Hogwarts Maple Loglin introduced to me."
"Uh-huh."
"Uh-huh."
Soon the air fell silent once again.
"What are you doing?" Dumbledore asked instinctively, looking at Kayson who seemed somewhat dead. Then he realized that Kayson really did seem somewhat dead.
While sleeping, Kayson could vaguely hear some sounds, it seemed to be...
"Eh... Eh! Eh?... Ah!!!!! Madam Pang... Save... Sleep? Damn it!"
[Produced by Xia Fan ] The full version is much more stunning, it's just a pity that the mobile web version on Tomato's author's device suddenly malfunctioned and couldn't fit the large images, what a pity.
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