The next morning, Snape, without even finishing his breakfast, went straight to the Harry who came out of the stairwell and slowly reached out his hand to him.
Kayson stared blankly, Snape's expression making it seem as if he were about to throw Harry into a washing machine.
It can be described as extremely terrifying.
Soon Snape's face darkened again, and the number of gems in the Gryffindor House was once again drastically reduced.
Seeing this, no one at the table wanted to provoke him.
Kayson didn't react much to this. Snape and Potter, after all, would have passionate confrontations every now and then; it was normal.
For Snape, this happened almost every month for a few days, which Kayson called "the routine."
As the end of the semester approached, whether Snape ultimately found the book Harry had hidden... Kayson had no idea.
He was packing up to go home.
Of course, it can't be called going home; it should be called going back to Black family manor.
Black family manor now resembles a swarm of serfs, with Sirius as its chief. [A bit lame]
I know that if I had another chance to take leave, believe me, you definitely wouldn't see today's chapter.
[Last night, I had some really awesome plot developments in my head, but unfortunately, my 9-key input method is too small to type them all out.]
Perhaps I need something that can make me...
After a whole day of swaying on the train, Kayson sauntered up the steps of Grimmauld Place, casually handing his bag to the slave... Harry, and then found a bench in Grimmauld Place and sat down.
Next to him was Grindelwald, who was reading a Muggle newspaper.
"Look at how quickly the Muggle are progressing, while the wizards..." Grindelwald instinctively wanted to criticize the wizards' increasingly rigid class structure and mindset with a sense of disappointment, but then he suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Kayson.
"Fortunately, wizards aren't too bad now. Just not too bad." Grindelwald said in a tone that was both gentle and angry, like the old man downstairs drinking and playing chess.
"Hmm, I've been very tired lately." Kayson leaned back in his chair and stretched vigorously.
"You look very relaxed," Grindelwald remarked.
"It's not that kind of tiredness, it's...mental exhaustion, I don't know why." As he spoke, Kayson stood up again. It seemed that the stretching he had done on the bench and the venting he had given to Grindelwald had shaken off all the bitterness and fatigue in his heart.
"Get a good night's sleep," Grindelwald said.
"I sleep very well every day."
Seeing that Kayson had suddenly disappeared, Grindelwald also stood up and headed toward the Black family manor, which was now out of sight.
People who are unemployed at home prepare all sorts of dishes early in the morning, waiting for them to come back for dinner.
Kayson sat down, Dumbledore sat right across from him.
"Is there anything you want to say?" Dumbledore asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I have an idea, let's finish eating." Kayson nodded.
Perhaps because of Kayson, whose character was clearly not very appealing, the atmosphere throughout the dinner was...
Did you think the atmosphere would be dull?
In fact, it won't. With Sirius, even Kayson would envy him and want to train him into a super-potent tonic to replenish his energy. With him around, the atmosphere at the dinner table will never be dull.
Just as dinner was drawing to a close, a flicker of fire appeared in the fireplace, and Snape emerged from it, dusting himself off.
Dumbledore gestured for Kayson to start chasing the young wizard away, but then shook his head; he didn't have the strength to say another word.
Ultimately, this arduous task fell to Grindelwald.
The Dark Lord's oppressive power was still sufficient; he overtook any young wizard who had not graduated from Hogwarts.
If Dumbledore hadn't stopped him, he would have even wanted to bring the Weasley Twins and Cedric along as well.
" The Dark Lord has moved," Snape said succinctly.
"What do you mean?" Kayson finally had the strength to speak.
" The Dark Lord created three clones, making four Dark Lord in total, and now they're in a place I had no idea about," Snape explained.
"Why four?" Sirius asked a question that seemed out of place with the atmosphere but was exactly what he was thinking.
Snape had no desire to answer him, but in the end he still pointed at Kayson, Dumbledore, Grindelwald.
" The Dark Lord believes that only Kayson, Dumbledore, and Grindelwald are capable of killing him. No one else, no matter how many, can pose a useful threat to him," Lupin translated for Sirius.
"What I mean is, why does he have to set up four? Couldn't he set up a hundred or eighty clones? That way, we'd be exhausted from searching for him, and he could even find an opportunity to retaliate against us who are hunting him down," Sirius complained.
"Can you stop giving Voldemort ideas?" Kayson said, somewhat amused.
"No, that's probably impossible. But I just remembered that if Voldemort's other Horcrux can be destroyed without any unforeseen circumstances, there are exactly three left, so of course we have to omit that one," Dumbledore suddenly said.
At the dinner table meeting, most people didn't understand what kind of strange riddle Dumbledore was talking about, but a few who knew Harry's true identity did understand.
"You mean to say that Voldemort's various false identities were created by those Horcrux of his?" Kayson said.
"If nothing unexpected happens, it is." Dumbledore nodded.
"In that case... Last time I killed a Voldemort in Downing Street that was weaker than Voldemort, but only weaker than Voldemort himself. That clone might have been created or controlled by Voldemort's Horcrux, because I didn't get any loot after I killed that Voldemort."
After saying that, Kayson pursed his lips and muttered under his breath, "Next time we should add a Steal enchantment, maybe we can steal Voldemort's Horcrux from the Void."
"What?" Lupin asked, not having heard what Kayson meant.
"It's nothing, just a magic experiment," Kayson replied, raising an eyebrow.