Why didn't you say so earlier?

"Wait, wait, wait... tell me again from the beginning..."

Kayson took a deep breath and said slowly, "So Draco was in the office, honestly grinding Redstone, right?"

Draco, standing in the corner shedding tears, and the four Gryffindor youngsters beside him nodded simultaneously.

"Then, the four of you came to find me. My office door wasn't locked, and Draco happened to say 'come in,' so you entered."

The five young wizards nodded again.

"Then, after you came in, Draco was still honestly grinding Redstone. Ron, you were sitting there drinking coke... wait, where did you get that coke? Never mind, this isn't the time to nitpick. Anyway, Draco didn't provoke you, and Ron sat on the sofa, drinking coke and talking smack."

"Finally, you managed to anger Draco. You took out your wands and started fighting."

The five people still nodded.

Kayson nodded in understanding, "I get it now... In that case... why didn't you... why didn't you go outside to fight? Like you said, my office door wasn't locked, so you wouldn't have had trouble getting back in after fighting?"

"...We were afraid of being discovered by professors or Filch if we fought outside," Harry whispered.

"...Harry, I ask you, who am I?" Kayson sat on the only surviving sofa in the corner, pressing his thumbs against his philtrum, speaking without any strength or authority.

"You're Kayson... or Professor of Alchemy." Harry first answered without thinking, blurting out the first option, then he realized... the Kayson in front of him... the last two words were Professor.

"That's right... I'm also a professor. I completely understand your fear of professors, so you wouldn't dare cause trouble right under a professor's nose. But can you please remember that I'm also a professor? Can anyone tell me why? Why would you do this to my office... and my Redstone Flash, I carved it by hand, piece by piece."

Kayson tapped the coffee table in front of him again. A Flash, broken in half at the waist, lay there.

"I'm asking you, children, why are you afraid of other professors but not me?"

Gryffindors never thought before speaking. For example, Ron, as if possessed, said, "Because you're a good person."

"Absurd! Just because someone is a good person, their office should be turned upside down by your wands?"

To be honest, this was the first time Kayson had broken down since becoming a professor. It wasn't because of the office; this office had been blown up more than once, and he always redecorated it with a new style.

But this time...

"Heh." Kayson lightly tapped the two pieces of the Flash on the coffee table with his fingertips, instantly turning them into dust.

"Alright, five powerful young wizards, I can only say that I'm going to start redecorating my new office, so I'll hand you over to Professor McGonagall."

"And Draco, you're lucky. Although it's not your fault this time, a debt is a debt. Your Redstone block is still on the books. Do you choose to wait until I finish redecorating the office and come back to grind it, or do you want to go to Professor McGonagall and let her punishment offset the Redstone block?" Kayson asked.

"Professor McGonagall!" Draco said decisively.

"Okay, follow me now."

The five young wizards followed Kayson, shamefaced, to Professor McGonagall's office.

There, the five young wizards witnessed a highly respected female professor transform into a lioness.

After reporting the incident, Kayson believed Professor McGonagall would give him justice, so he very cautiously left Professor McGonagall's office. On the way, he secretly slipped into the Headmaster's Office while Dumbledore was in the kitchen for a private meal.

And then he discovered that the wine, which rightfully belonged to Professor Kayson, had Dumbledore's name on it.

How could he allow this?

He decisively tucked the wine into his embrace and headed towards Hagrid's hut.

Then he witnessed the third, most dramatic event of the day.

The dragon Hagrid had hatched was already about the size of a table. It was currently studying how to swallow the magma blocks at the base of the fireplace into its belly.

"This little guy... big guy, is this Norbert this big?"

Hagrid raised his eyebrows, "Her name isn't Norbert. Norbert is that three-headed dog."

"Oh... Fang?"

"Fang is that bloodhound gnawing on a bone."

"...Alright, maybe my memory isn't that good. How do you plan to house him... her? It looks like in a few more days she'll be measuring your dimensions."

"Don't say that, she's a good girl... Oh, but she is too big, you're right. Ron and Malfoy gave me two business cards for the Dragon Sanctuary. I've been looking up information recently to see which of the two has better conditions."

Hagrid took out a thick stack of papers. Truly, Kayson had never seen so many papers within a five-meter radius of Hagrid.

"You can choose whichever you like. Also, I don't want to hear the names of those two brats anymore. My figurine was destroyed by them."

As he spoke, he took out the wine from his embrace.

"Wow! Isn't this the wine Dumbledore brought back from France last time? This is good stuff!" Hagrid said with some surprise.

"What Dumbledore? They are now Kayson Heath's collection, from ten minutes ago to the future, they are all my collection."

"Uh... you went to Dumbledore's office?" Hagrid asked, stroking his beard.

Kayson looked at Hagrid strangely but still comforted him, "Don't worry, if you don't say it and I don't say it, who will know? Besides, he has no evidence."

"But I remember Dumbledore cherishes these two bottles of wine very much. It is said that he even tells them bedtime stories," Hagrid swallowed.

Kayson cheerfully opened the wine and took out two wine glasses. Hagrid, with a sense of resignation, took a wine glass...

"Mmm... good wine!"

"Right!"

"But Dumbledore?"

"Don't mind Dumbledore. So many people know the password to his office, and he doesn't know it was me who took it." Kayson waved his hand and took another swig of wine…

Hagrid took a deep breath and also took a swig of wine.

Late at night, a tipsy Kayson pushed open the door to Hagrid's hut. The cold wind, carrying snowflakes, didn't sober him up at all. On the contrary, it made him want to fall headfirst into the snow.

"Oh, right. Those two guardian statues in Headmaster Dumbledore's office have self-awareness… Did you know that?"

Kayson instantly became more than half sober, the smell of alcohol emanating from him making him seem like he was emitting steam.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Hagrid twiddled his thick fingers together. He couldn't exactly say he'd been craving Dumbledore's two bottles of good wine for a long time, could he?