"Mind your own business when it comes to things in society," Kayson said shyly.
"Oh, all right, Professor. I won't tell anyone about what happened today. Don't worry." Orland nodded in sudden understanding, then lowered his eyes obediently and prepared to leave.
This time, Kayson did not stop him. Instead, he sat back down on the sofa. Enchanted runes slowly emerged from the void before him, forming a massive runic disk. It layered itself, and a beam of light gradually condensed within it, becoming an aiming beacon.
"So the magic I used when I tried to kill myself that time wasn't wizard magic, but a composite spell invented by one of my students?" Kayson said in astonishment.
He quickly came to his senses again. "Hogwarts really is a land of exceptional talent!"
"My current student nearly killed the me from back then? Damn it!" Kayson nearly collapsed and died on the spot.
Early the next morning...
Back from the dead, folks!
Kayson sat up in bed, rubbed his face, and made a sound like Backkom Bear.
"Oh~~~~~~ah!"
After washing up, he did not even put on an undershirt. He simply threw on a wizard robe, teleported out of his office, and headed for the Great Hall.
It was not until Kayson sat down in the Great Hall that Snape noticed he had come to breakfast wearing a huge pair of slippers.
"I forgot to take out the clothes I was going to wear today last night, and I also agreed to the House-elves' big cleaning plan. So now, I only have this outer wizard robe left to wear," Kayson said bitterly.
"Doesn't it chafe?" Dumbledore leaned over and asked. "After all, the fabric of your wizard robe seems to be linen."
"It's fine. It has its advantages."
"Such as?"
"It's