As soon as the person entered the Room of Requirement, Kayson put on his monocle and began searching around.
Then he discovered that a whole bunch of things displayed through the monocle belonged to the kind of content in this book that would be brutally criticized and killed by the censors.
"What the hell is going on? Can't the young wizards at Hogwarts do anything other than those lowbrow things?" Kayson said, bewildered.
Dumbledore looked at Kayson with surprise. "What do you mean?"
Kayson casually rubbed together a monocle and handed it to Dumbledore.
"Young people are too timid; look how scared you are!"
The latter took the monocle, and while talking, he changed out of his half-moon glasses. Then, the moment the monocle was stuck in his eye socket, he painfully closed his eyes.
"You should pay me for this monocle," Dumbledore said.
Kayson rolled his eyes. "You should be the one paying me to walk into this room. I think it smells like protein and seafood."
"And shouldn't you be charging those minor wizards?"
Dumbledore shrugged. "Who knows whose things these are? And who knows if they've already graduated. As for these things, it's understandable. If they weren't something so embarrassing to talk about, there would be no need to hide them here."
"Hmm..." Kayson shrugged. "Actually, I'm not afraid of cross-infection."
As he spoke, he manipulated the pixelated flames, burning away all the unsightly objects.
In the end, only a dense array of Dark Magic props remained in the room.
Although it was dangerous, at least we could finally watch it.
"Put on these Dragonhide Gloves, Kayson." Dumbledore tossed the gloves to Kayson.
The latter flicked his finger, and an invisible force threw the glove back.
"I don't need it. If I carry this, Hagrid's dragon will just breathe on me again."
"Whatever, you're incredibly resilient anyway. But why do you raise dragons like cats?" Dumbledore shrugged and began rummaging through the ocean of Dark Magic, muttering to himself as he did so.
Kayson shrugged helplessly. "Maybe my dragon is a bit special, it gets jealous."
Dumbledore, sticking his butt out, said, "You really are lucky. These little wizards can't even find the core with Dark Magic, maximizing losses and minimizing power."
"Is it really necessary to compare who's better in this kind of situation?" Kayson said, somewhat speechless.
"Just think of it as an old man grumbling when he's bored. Oh, I think this must be the textbook Harry was talking about for the Half-Blood Prince." Dumbledore said, pulling a pitch-black Potions textbook from the corner.
" The Half-Blood Prince... knows Potions? And Snape's reaction to the incantation..." Kayson suddenly stopped working, raised an eyebrow, and said with amusement.
"That's right, this Half-Blood Prince is our Professor Snape, Severus Snape." Dumbledore smiled, stood up, and handed over the textbook.
"Wow... Snape had quite the wild nickname for himself when he was little." Kayson took the textbook, looked at the signature in the book, and finally couldn't control his expression, laughing like a snow leopard.
Snow leopard, shut up!
The man inspected the remaining Dark Magic items, keeping those that might be useful and destroying the rest, until Dumbledore saw a training dummy wearing a beautiful Diadem with Dark Magic inscriptions on its head.
"Oh...it looks beautiful." Dumbledore said slowly as he carefully removed the Diadem.
"He's dangerous too, is he Horcrux?" Kayson glanced at him and said.
"Try it and you'll see." Dumbledore pulled out his wand and pointed it at the Diadem: "Cracked to pieces!"
Nothing happened.
"Perhaps you should try making some milk," Dumbledore said, handing the Diadem to Kayson.
Then, after taking the Diadem, he pulled out a bucket of milk. "You're mistaking this for Oreos."
As the Diadem was immersed in milk, wisps of black mist seeped out.
Kayson raised an eyebrow. "We might have found it."
"Yes." Dumbledore, at this moment, also cleverly grasped the Diadem firmly in his own hands.
Now, this thing is very likely a relic of Lady Ravenclaw. All I need now is to keep the Diadem in my own hands and not let some shameless robbers touch Diadem.
As for whose Diadem it is, and whether it really belongs to the headmaster of Ravenclaw.
This is meaningless.
We'll talk about that later.
It is meaningful to hold the Diadem in your own hands.
Kayson glanced at Dumbledore, who was holding the Diadem firmly in his hands like a dragon guarding its treasure, and curled his lip.
Stingy.
I've never seen anything like this before.
Am I the kind of person who would seize things by trickery or force?
The property of the Founders Hogwarts undoubtedly belongs to Hogwarts. How could I do something so despicable, something so monstrous?
This is utter slander!
As he spoke, he took out the built-in glass from his Hufflepuff, unscrewed the cap, and took a small sip.
The wisdom of the Four Founders Founders is endless.
"Hmm... we might be able to have lunch if we leave now." Dumbledore's first thought after receiving the Diadem was to leave as soon as possible and get some food.
It was as if all the other Dark Magic items in the room were completely unimportant.
Dumbledore shrugged. "I can only say that it's not that important. They're all just some complex spells, but generally not very lethal or dangerous. It's not even certain whether they can beat Harry."
"Okay." After saying that, Kayson continued to categorize the items, and then he suddenly realized something embarrassing.
He and Dumbledore suddenly appeared at the Room of Requirement and looted everything the young wizards had hidden for so long.
Dumbledore is the worst of the worst!
Kayson looked at the Room of Requirement, which had been ransacked by Dumbledore, and cursed in a simple manner.