"Hmm... very good. It seems you've read my book carefully." Kayson nodded in satisfaction, then reached out and took the book from Orland's hand.
"Let me see how far you've gotten," Kayson said, pointing to the pages of the book and highlighting important points and categories of magic that Orland needed to understand.
"Well, that's all. I didn't write too much about the Mysterious Era in my papers, but since it's you, I think I can teach you this knowledge." After saying that, Kayson pushed the magic manual to Orland.
"Would you mind if I knew why?" Orland asked curiously.
"You are clear-headed, intelligent, and principled enough. To put it simply, Maple Luo is beautiful enough, but she used Amortentia on you, yet you didn't, like most young wizards your age, muddle-headedly choose to forgive her or even have a real relationship with her."
"This shows that your brain is several orders of magnitude smarter than people your age." Kayson was genuinely disappointed in him. His fifth-year junior was already so accomplished, while sixth-year students Ron and Hermione were still doing silly things. What a difference!
"Of course, this only means that you are mentally mature. More importantly, you are principled and decisive. Judging from your decisive act of sending Maple Loglin to Azkaban, you are smart, decisive, and principled. Someone like you will not cause too much trouble if you learn mystical alchemy."
Kayson praised Kayson 'Orland and successfully controlled him for a night, but that's another story.
Day 1...
" Hogwarts breakfast and Mrs. Weasley's breakfast each have their own unique flavor," Kayson said, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his stomach with a satisfied air.
At the long table, Snape had left early to prepare his PowerPoint presentation in the classroom, and now sitting next to him was Slughorn, who was eagerly pouring tea for Kayson.
Seeing that this was nothing short of a sugar-coated bullet, Kayson didn't take the bait at all. He picked up his tea, took a sip, and then got up to leave.
When Slughorn saw this, he immediately stuck it on like a plaster.
"Why don't you just tell me what you want to say? We're good friends, and it's a good thing. If you just ask me, I can't not tell you. If all else fails, I can write you a letter, okay?" Kayson said, turning around with a hint of helplessness.
Slughorn shook his head. "This type of Potions is mainly produced by the interaction of our ordinary materials with that red substance, resulting in all sorts of combinations. I figured out the basic principle in just one night."
Kayson raised an eyebrow. "Then you shouldn't bother me anymore. You studied it all night yesterday, and now your understanding of this type of Potions has surpassed mine."
"What I mean is, my coming to see you has nothing to do with Potions," Slughorn explained earnestly.
"What is it? Can't you just be more direct?" Kayson said helplessly.
"I wanted to invite you to join the Slug Club. You might think my behavior is a bit ridiculous—trying so hard to curry favor with someone when they're already in a high position, instead of investing in them when they're lowly. It's kind of... stupid... but you've truly impressed me with your talent," Slughorn said in one breath.
"Oh, this is something serious... I thought it was something important... Can you give me an answer in a while?" Kayson said with a sigh of relief.
"No problem, tell me your answer at dinner tonight, okay?" Slughorn said casually.
"No problem... Bye." Kayson watched as Slughorn returned to the Great Hall to finish his unfinished breakfast, then headed towards the stairwell on his own.
Slughorn glanced at the Great Hall; Dumbledore had finished eating and was about to leave.
Seeing this, he quickly went over and, with a few words of pleading and cajoling, finally managed to get Dumbledore out of the castle.
His plan was very simple. If Kayson were to inquire about the Slug Club, he would only ask two people: Dumbledore, who had been his classmate for many years, longer than Professor McGonagall and he had been classmates for many years, and who had even remembered the Slug Club right under his nose, so it was practically no secret.
If Kayson were to ask Dumbledore about this now, would Dumbledore say anything? Absolutely not. So he needs to stall Dumbledore here. Anyway, he doesn't have classes today, Dumbledore the headmaster, has an even more relaxed job.
Since Kayson couldn't find Dumbledore, he would ask someone else about the Slug Club.
That is, Snape.
If Snape knew that his friend Kayson had been invited into the Slug Club, he would have praised the Slug Club to the skies, even if there were some unsavory things in the club, but those flaws would not outweigh its merits.
For Snape, was it a bit dirty and a club to be with his friends? The second option was definitely more tempting.
Plans are in place!
On the other side...
Kayson sat quietly on the Iron Golem steps next to the entrance of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, waiting for Snape to finish his lesson inside.
As the school bell rang, Kayson opened his drowsy eyes. He had unknowingly fallen asleep on the steps, and the moment he opened his eyes, all he saw was darkness.
Oh, I misread it. It's not darkness, it's Snape's black robe.
"Oh... you're finally done with class. I've been waiting for you for so long." Kayson stood up while yawning, then stomped his feet to help his legs, which had been numb and without signal, regain feeling more quickly.
"I've tried to speed things up as quickly as possible, but unfortunately, the young wizards are all foolish, and I haven't managed to get them out of class early," Snape explained.
"I'm not blaming you. Actually, I came to ask you something," Kayson said, waving his hand.
"Speak freely about anything you know."
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