"Demons and monsters, leave quickly! Demons and monsters, leave quickly..."
Kayson took out a compass and chanted a spell, and the pointer quickly pointed in a direction.
The two looked over.
Bellatrix Lestrange's Private Vault.
"This must be it." Dumbledore said quietly, pulling out his wand and preparing to cast a powerful spell to melt down the vault door.
Kayson then pulled out Diamond Pickaxe and smashed the vault door open with two quick blows.
"What are you going in for? Just standing there." Kayson glanced at the somewhat stiff Dumbledore, then went inside.
Dumbledore, somewhat helpless, put down his wand and followed him inside.
"It seems Tom truly trusts Bellatrix, even entrusting her with something as precious as the Horcrux," Dumbledore said.
"Will it work?" Kayson asked Dumbledore.
Dumbledore simply nodded and exchanged a glance with the newcomer, and the two of them laughed simultaneously.
"It's obviously useless," the two said at the same time.
As the compass needle spun rapidly and finally locked onto a location, the two continued to move among the densely packed shelves.
" Bellatrix's family is still too wealthy. Just look at her personal assets; she has an entire vault. You can only imagine what those Pure-blood family are like," Kayson said quietly.
"So this is an opportunity. Pure-blood family shouldn't be hogging the reins, monopolizing so much wealth and precious information, while turning back the clock of history and hindering the progress of the Wizarding World," Dumbledore added.
"An opportunity?" Kayson frowned, but quickly realized. "You mean, take advantage of this opportunity, and perhaps after the war, wipe out all the Pure-blood family that have even the slightest positive connection with Voldemort."
Dumbledore quickly waved his hand. "How could that be? How could that be? I'm not some devil, I just confiscated his property."
The two chatted casually until they finally stopped at a shelf, along with the compass in their hands.
"Is this it? A golden cup? It's quite magnificent." Kayson said, his hand igniting with pixelated flames, about to burn the thing to ashes, when Dumbledore stopped him.
"What are you doing?" Kayson asked.
"This is the Hufflepuff Cup, which has extremely high cultural, magical, and collectible value," Dumbledore explained.
"But it's become a Horcrux now. Aren't we going to burn it and keep it to hold your wine?" Kayson said.
"Pretty much. The Hufflepuff Cup has the power to continuously produce fine wine from it." Dumbledore did nothing but give this dry explanation, as if this one sentence would be enough to stop Kayson.
But reality will not be as Dumbledore predicted.
"You're right, we shouldn't use such violent methods on a precious work of art." Kayson naturally replaced the flame in his hand with a milk bucket, and then reached out to take the golden cup down.
Dumbledore quickly stopped him, saying, "This has been enchanted." He then took out his wand and gently waved it twice in front of the golden cup. "Now it's ready."
Kayson reached out and took the golden cup, immersing it in the milk bucket. A faint black aura emanated from it, which was instantly killed by Dumbledore, who had been waiting there to show himself.
"Done." Kayson took the golden cup out of the milk again, and with a thought, clear whiskey flowed out of the cup.
"Hmm, good stuff." After taking a sip, Kayson casually drank the liquor in one gulp, then put it in his pocket.
Dumbledore: "..."
Hagrid was running around inside the Black family manor.
However, if someone were to carefully analyze Hagrid's routes, they would discover that all of his countless routes intersect at one point: a three-meter by three-meter-wide Obsidian slab in the corner of the first floor of Black's living room.
There was a dragon egg on top, constantly emitting heat and ethereal light.
Kayson, wearing a dragon head on his face, sat quietly next to the dragon egg and did not leave for three days and three nights.
Eat pixelated steak and drink Hufflepuff's Cup whiskey, all so that when the dragon hatches and opens its eyes, the first thing it sees is itself, and that it will recognize itself as its father.
As for why it's not a mother... because we don't want a male mother.
In order to accomplish this great task of getting the dragon to recognize him as its father, Kayson has become somewhat obsessed. When a young wizard gets close, he will at most give a warning about homework, but eighteen years old seems to be a clear dividing line.
Any wizard who has graduated from Hogwarts, from Dumbledore to Dumbledore Cedric the Weasley Twins Xia Fan have just graduated, will be thrown out if they dare to approach. At best, they will be struck with an anvil and put to a sleep like an infant before being thrown out again.
The most resilient of them all was Hagrid. He had been thrown around countless times, yet he still happily went over to them, even after being thrown around again, and even though he always brought all sorts of things that dragon cubs, as described in the books, would like.
evening...
Click...
Kayson, who was eating meat and drinking wine, suddenly became alert. He swallowed the meat, put down the wine glass, put on the dragon head cover, and then stared intently at the trembling dragon egg in front of him.
The expected shattering did not occur. Instead, a small, jet-black dragon, about the size of a palm, flapped its wings and countless purple light spots, flying directly out of the eggshell.
Then the little bird Accio blankly toward Kayson, as if it recognized Kayson from inside the eggshell.
However, the Hagrid's dragon lying on the Kayson Dragon Mask did not make any intimate movements. Instead, it began to breathe, and the purple dragon breath pierced through the Dragon Mask and shot Kayson in the face.
Kayson, who was being suffocated by the breath, quickly realized the problem: he shouldn't have worn the Dragon Mask in the first place.
Imagine a newborn human baby opening its eyes and seeing a four-legged monster wearing a human skin mask of its own kind. Would the baby feel normal and at ease?
Just as Kayson was feeling troubled, Hagrid, who had heard the commotion, called out to Kayson, " Kayson, has the dragon recognized you as its father?"
Kayson subconsciously shook his head. " Hagrid isn't here yet, but..." Kayson suddenly pulled out an Ender Pearl, and with the power of thought, he had another incredibly brilliant idea.
"Come here for a second!"
"Oh!"