Treasure Chest Monster x Cabinet Monster

Gurgle, gurgle...

Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle...

Kayson went to The Hog's Head and had the old man behind the bar pour him some whiskey. As for what kind of whiskey it was...

Don't ask. As long as it didn't give Dumbledore diarrhea, it was good enough.

This time, he didn't use the password to enter the Headmaster's Office directly. Instead, he used Ender teleportation to arrive just below the windowsill outside the office.

He gripped the windowsill with both hands and pushed himself up. This was to make sure Dumbledore was actually in the Headmaster's Office. If he teleported in and found Dumbledore sitting there, it would be too awkward.

Fortunately, when he looked in through the window from the outside, no one was there. Excellent!

Kayson exerted force, opened the office window from the outside, and then unceremoniously climbed in. He took out the two bottles of wine tucked into the back of his waist and placed them steadily on the desk, almost measuring the distance with a ruler.

What if the wine was somehow wrong and he got caught?

Well, Hagrid said Dumbledore wouldn't even bear to drink the wine, so it should be fine.

He straightened up and stretched. Just as he was about to use Ender teleportation to leave, he saw half a person in a cabinet in the corner of Dumbledore's office...

The lower half of a person...

Or rather, Dumbledore had his upper body stuck in the cabinet.

The person inside the cabinet had noticed him as soon as Kayson opened the window. He immediately grumbled from inside the cabinet, "So energetic? Is it some young wizard? Hurry up and help me, I'm stuck in the cabinet!"

Hearing Dumbledore say this, Kayson let out a long sigh. He didn't know who he was, so he had no intention of helping Dumbledore get out.

After all, the Headmaster was powerful. This cabinet wasn't some Treasure Chest Monster. If he wanted to get out, he just needed to think about it; he wouldn't even need his wand.

At this moment, the most important thing was for him to get away quickly. It was just a shame he couldn't use Ender teleportation.

Kayson quickly climbed onto the windowsill and knelt down, half-crouching. A water source block appeared in his hand, as if to show the ground of Hogwarts a little bit of the shocking effect of a landing water block.

Then, Dumbledore suddenly grumbled from inside the cabinet.

"Don't rush off, Kayson. Besides you, is there anyone else in Hogwarts who would sneak into the Headmaster's Office to steal the poor Headmaster's treasures?"

Kayson, who had been bracing himself, instantly changed his expression.

"Ah, isn't this Headmaster? How did you get stuck in the cabinet, old man?"

As he spoke, he quickly jumped down from the windowsill. With the same force as Lu Zhishen uprooting the willow tree, he hugged Dumbledore and desperately tried to pull him out.

It was as if he was trying to make Dumbledore directly cosplay Shang Yang in this unfortunate cabinet, as if no one would know he had stolen wine to drink.

Of course, in reality, Kayson was pulling while simultaneously controlling tiny blocks to carefully separate the cabinet and the place where Dumbledore was stuck.

After all, Dumbledore was over a hundred years old; he couldn't actually pull him to death.

Soon, it was like two nested plastic stools being pulled apart. A "pop" seemed to echo in the void, and Dumbledore saw the light of day again.

"Ugh... Thank you, Kayson."

Kayson sat on a chair, looking dejected.

"Speaking of which, I'm still curious. How did you know it was me who came here, and not that mischievous young wizard riding a broomstick?"

"Firstly, the two fellows at the door told me you came here earlier and took my two bottles of wine."

"Secondly, Kayson, you underestimate your own boldness. Although young wizards are considered daring, sneaking into the Headmaster's Office is still a bit too much for them."

"OK... Hmm, that's good. Since you're free, I should be leaving. Uh, Professor McGonagall is waiting for my lesson plan, you know." After hearing the explanation, Kayson stood up from the chair with extreme slowness, shuffling towards the door of the Headmaster's Office.

It was as if Dumbledore were a frog, only able to see moving objects and not stationary ones.

"...Kayson, do you think I'm senile?" Dumbledore sat in his seat, arms crossed, quietly watching Kayson's performance. Then, just as he was about to walk out the door, he said softly.

"Oh... Alright, is there anything I can do?" Kayson turned around, sat down in the chair opposite Dumbledore, and said in one breath.

"Thank you for not choosing to leave by teleportation directly."

"Oh... Is it too late for me now?"

"I'm afraid it is."

"Alright, what is it?"

Dumbledore first picked up the two bottles of wine on the desk with a hint of helplessness and walked towards the cabinet in the corner.

"Time will mellow wine, and you can also hoard a few bottles yourself. After some time, ordinary wine will also become good wine."

Kayson nodded: "I will."

"By the way, where did you get these two bottles of wine?"

"The Hog's Head."

Dumbledore paused in the action of putting the wine into the cabinet, then changed direction and threw the two bottles into the trash can.

"...Is there something wrong with the wine from there? I was quite happy drinking it before." Kayson's mouth twitched.

"Nothing, just keep drinking if you're happy."

"You must have something you need me to do, right?"

"No, of course not. Why would I have anything for you to do? Do I look like the kind of person who only acts when there's a benefit, someone who expects something in return for every effort?" Dumbledore said, shrugging his shoulders.

"...Then why did you stop me from leaving?"

"Because your frog-like movements were too amusing, I couldn't help myself. Alright, Kayson, you can go now."

Kayson pouted and stood up, ready to leave.

"Oh, right, Kayson, did Hagrid drink too much?"

Dumbledore asked.

"Yes, why?"

"And you?"

"You scared all the alcohol out of me... but at least I'm still somewhat sober." Kayson turned around and spread his hands.

"Since that's the case, as Hagrid's loyal drinking buddy, perhaps you'll need to take over Hagrid's duties tonight." Dumbledore said.

"Patrolling the Forbidden Forest? Sure."

"At ten o'clock tonight... you have two hours to rest up." Dumbledore said, glancing at a small clock on the corner of his desk.

Kayson nodded and left the Headmaster's Office, feeling light as a feather.

Drinking two bottles of wine and then patrolling the Forbidden Forest all night seemed like a fair trade.