"So the one who just attacked me was a real Death Eater, not an actor you arranged?" Ron's whole body was stiff and he was completely dumbfounded.
Dumbledore clicked his tongue. "Judging from the current situation, it seems so."
"However, I haven't been completely unprepared. I've had Professor Kayson keep an eye on you. If those two Death Eater use any powerful Dark Magic, Professor Kayson will definitely crush them," Dumbledore added.
"So it was just one of those Death Eater who didn't seem to use any proper magic at all, and the most damaging thing to you was just a normal magical fluctuation? Ron, you really should work harder on the competition; you've already started to slack off," Kayson teased.
"Professor, the moment I was knocked away by that magical shockwave, I even thought that one of you three— Professor Dumbledore, Professor Grindelwald, or you playing that Death Eater —was too strong!" Ron complained bitterly.
"That's definitely not normal. Just ordinary magic fluctuations can shatter your..." Sirius was about to say that he would smash Ron's Sectumsempra Shadows, but he quickly realized what he meant.
Snape is not exactly bad now, but he's definitely not good either.
So expecting him to give Harry some special instruction in spells, especially spells he created himself, is highly unlikely.
If that's the case, then where did Ron learn the Sectumsempra? I wonder if he stole it from some old textbook.
At this point, he absolutely could not alert the enemy, otherwise, given the relationship between Snape and Harry and the others, they would surely take the old book away.
I can't say it, I can't say it. Although I look down on Snape, if Harry and the others could secretly learn even a move or two from Snape, their chances of survival would increase dramatically.
" Sirius, what did you just say that you only said half of it?" Ron asked curiously.
"Oh, it's nothing, my tongue just went numb from the spiciness," Sirius casually mumbled.
The winter picnic in the forest was still bustling with activity, but the atmosphere among the few people was somewhat subdued.
Why did I go through all this trouble to act in this play? Just for fun?
How could that be! It's all to bring Ron and Hermione together.
But what's the situation now? Completely useless!
We have no choice but to start from scratch and research new solutions.
Upon arriving at Black family manor, Kayson quickly burrowed into the small sofa and discussed countermeasures with the others beside him, this time joined by Harry and Neville.
After all, these two were inseparable from Ron and Hermione, and the three of them were just waiting for the two of them to bring up some constructive topics.
And Harry and Neville, the two most likely to bring up constructive topics...
"Lunch is a bit salty." Harry was frantically chugging orange juice.
On the other side, Neville kept picking his teeth.
Obviously, expecting these two to come up with anything useful is less likely than having Ron, who can smell and cover up, cover Hermione under the covers and let her fart wildly, causing Hermione brain to be damaged by carbon monoxide and ammonia, eventually leading to Stockholm syndrome. The two geniuses are more likely to end up in an inescapable, locked-in relationship.
" Sirius, it's up to you now. Tell me your next plan." Kayson patted Sirius on the shoulder and said with a serious expression.
"Emmm..." Sirius began to sigh helplessly, and finally shook his head. "There's no way to do it."
Lupin touched his lips. "After all, love is a private matter between the two of them, and it's really not appropriate for us outsiders to interfere. If it were like Sirius's previous plan, we could say we were helping them, helping them to see the truth, but now... there's no way, I can't help it..."
In the end, Lupin even began to let out a painful wail.
"So we're just going to ignore it?" Kayson said, raising an eyebrow.
"Students have their own lives, why should we worry so much?" Sirius said nonchalantly.
"Hey guys, wanna find somewhere to have a drink?" Hagrid appeared behind them, grinning as he spoke.
Kayson glanced back at Hagrid and said, "I won't, I've given it up."
Hagrid scratched his head, looking puzzled. "But you drank alcohol around noon, and a lot of it."
Kayson shrugged. "Yeah, but I suddenly realized that drinking is a losing proposition. It's expensive and bad for your health, so I quit."
"But you just drank it at noon, less than two hours ago." Hagrid continued scratching his head.
"Yeah, I just quit too, isn't that a coincidence...?"
How long have you been abstaining?
"Not two hours?"
"Alright then..." Hagrid tapped his temple with his finger. He needed to use his brilliant brain to get Professor Kayson onto the table.
He quickly came up with a clever excuse. "Since you've successfully quit drinking, how about we have a proper celebration?"
"Let's go!" Kayson said, standing up immediately.
"But Professor, didn't you say you'd given up drinking?" Neville asked, scratching his head.
"Quitting alcohol is quitting alcohol, and having sex is having sex; the two are not the same," Kayson explained.
"Professor, you're amazing!" Harry and Neville exchanged a glance and gave each other a thumbs-up in encouragement.
"Celebrating Professor Kayson's successful abstinence from alcohol! Cheers!"
In a quiet corner of the living room, a small table was surrounded by most of the drinkers. They were all gathered together, clinking their glasses and having a great time.
"This is Antarctica. We just need to hide here for a while, and after we die a gruesome death with our mouths stuck in our nostrils, we can go back to England." In Antarctica, a pair of Death Eater set foot on this solid and cold continent.
How do you know when he will die?
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