"Do you think I should come up with a creative way for Voldemort to get the Elder Wand? How about I die a little?" Dumbledore said quietly.
"Feigning death?" Kayson asked.
Dumbledore shrugged. "So you still want me to really die, don't you?"
"Oh... no, what I mean is that this kind of tactic has been overused in England. I have a friend who faked his death with another friend a while ago. When he reappeared after faking his death, he went to three different restaurants in one night and got beaten up three times by one of his friends. It looked really painful," Kayson explained quietly.
"Ah... never mind, we can study this later, right? Anyway, Voldemort won't be facing Harry head-on for quite a while." Dumbledore awkwardly changed the subject.
Seeing this, Kayson curled his lip. What was he still doing here? It was better to go back and play with the Ender Dragon than to waste time fooling around with Dumbledore.
In some ways, the Ender Dragon is Dumbledore.
Arriving on the third floor and pushing open the door to my office, emmm...
Let's use Ender teleportation instead.
He teleported back to his desk and looked at the truss rack to the side...
Where is the dragon?
Fortunately, Kayson didn't hesitate for a second when faced with this problem. He pulled a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet, then teleported out of Hogwarts Castle and leisurely walked towards Hagrid's Hut.
Knock knock knock.
"They're here, they're here."
A few seconds after Hagrid finished speaking, the door opened, and Kayson looked Hagrid up and down. "What's going on here? Why are you still wearing an apron?"
"Oh, I looked up what dragons like to eat in the book, so I'm going to cook something delicious for the Ender Dragon." Hagrid reached out and touched his apron, leaving two huge, bloody handprints on his skin.
"You're so good to him. I always get phoenix food from Dumbledore and mix it with Ender Pearl and chorus seeds for him to eat," Kayson sighed, as if a single parent had found a partner who loved their child even more than they did.
This feeling is incredibly eerie.
"Although I don't know what a 'Torchbearer' is, the Ender Dragon really likes the food I make." Hagrid said, humming as he walked towards the kitchen.
Hearing this, Kayson became curious as well, wondering what could possibly make the Ender Dragon like to eat so much. Then he saw a mousepad and a mouse on the table, both of them black and purple.
Just when Kayson thought it was just Sirius sending him Hagrid peripherals, he suddenly realized something.
Wait a minute... How could Hogwarts have something like that?
Kayson walked past, looking completely bewildered.
He recognized exactly what the mousepad and mouse were.
After eating and drinking to his heart's content, with his belly round and full, he lay sprawled on the table to rest. (Ender Dragon )
"Hiss..." Kayson rubbed his chin helplessly, wondering just how delicious Hagrid's cooking was that it could make the Ender Dragon so full.
"Why don't I try a little myself? After all, I also have Enderman blood, maybe."
Kayson muttered to himself as he walked toward the kitchen.
" Hagrid, let me see what you've made! What the hell is this?!" Upon entering the kitchen Kayson immediately exploded, staring blankly at the huge lump of meat on the kitchen counter.
"You killed your brother?" Kayson asked menacingly.
"How could that be? This is a famous dish I saw in a dragon recipe book, which is a delicious pearl for dragons: Hippo Stir-fried Elephant. But I haven't finished eating these two pieces of meat yet." Hagrid said, picking up the meat again.
"But the Ender Dragon's belly is already so swollen, it's impossible to make it up," Kayson said.
"Oh, the Ender Dragon's belly wasn't bulging like that," Hagrid explained.
"Then why is it so big?" Kayson asked.
Hagrid's movements didn't stop. He shrugged and said, "It's so cute how your little belly moves."
In an instant, Kayson seemed to lose its color and become covered with cracks.
"Is that even human language you're speaking?"
Hagrid glanced back at Kayson, completely bewildered. "Why isn't he speaking human language? He ate too much of that stuff, so his stomach is bulging."
Kayson nodded, he understood, and then he slowly pulled a Great Hammer from his pocket.
"He ate the whole bottle of Appetizer Fruit in one go. I'll have to buy some more this afternoon. I can't expect Snape or Slughorn to make everything for me, can I?" Hagrid, oblivious to the impending danger, continued talking to himself.
Kayson suddenly paused in his action of pulling out the heavy hammer.
"Hiss... What is Appetizer Fruit?"
Hagrid pointed towards the living room. "It's that adorable little belly that moves around. It's right on the table. It's a natural Appetizer Fruit that energizes Fantastic Beasts and encourages little ones to eat more."
Kayson walked out of the kitchen with a suspicious look and looked at the white bottle. The label on it clearly stated...
Her little belly is so cute, bobbing up and down.
"That name was come from that genius with unparalleled wisdom." Kayson held the bottle in his hand, feeling that this world was somewhat strange.
It's like a little boy on his way home from school who is suddenly surrounded by four older girls, then lured home by 5080, and finally, a bizarre fantasy of a cosplayer about to faint.
"What kind of genius could come up with such a name, you evil brat? Once I find you, I'll personally..."
Kayson squeezed the bottle into an hourglass shape. Then he went back to check if Hagrid's Hippo Stir-fried Elephant was done.
I've been getting a bit tired of the food at the Hogwarts dining hall lately, so it's good to try something fresh.
"Shall I get you some seasoning?" Kayson asked.
"No, no, I've already prepared everything here." With that, Hagrid pulled out his wand and used a Levitation Charm to float the huge lump of meat in the kitchen out of the air.
A huge Astronomy telescope has been set up in the backyard—no, it's a huge pot.
" Kayson, light the fire!" Hagrid shouted as he put the meat slices into the pot.
"Holy crap, that's awesome." Kayson's lips twitched, and more and more flames rose from his hands, all falling into the pit under the pot.