Hagrid stood on the second-floor balcony, using his wand to control a giant spatula to continuously stir and flip the meat slices inside the giant pot.
Kayson also flew in the air, curiously looking at how the meat slices in the pot were being stir-fried.
And to be fair, this huge pot of meat...
hiss...
David Day's piece!
The first to receive the news were the Hufflepuff team at the Quidditch Pitch, and they were the most aggressive in their attack on the food.
Moreover, almost all of these people carry their eating utensils on their bodies; you really can't find any cutlery on them.
I don't know why Quidditch training requires bringing those things.
The Gryffindor team followed closely behind, after all, not everyone has the chance to eat hippopotamus fried oysters, this time it can be said that the opportunity is once in a lifetime.
Meanwhile, Kayson was holding the dragon recipe book, hoping to see if there were any other regional cuisines listed.
For example, stewed whale or cold giraffe salad.
They're all dishes that would easily get you dragged into the Orange Feast's incredible cuisine by your uncle at first glance.
Kayson sat on the roof looking at the cookbook, while the young wizards lined up in an orderly fashion, waiting for Hagrid's main course.
" Kayson, come here! Stop watching Hagrid cook!" Professor McGonagall's voice suddenly came from afar.
Kayson instinctively turned his head and saw Professor McGonagall speaking to him in her office using some kind of magic.
"Coming, coming." He instantly Ender teleportation to Professor McGonagall's office and knocked on the door.
"No need to knock, just come in." Professor McGonagall opened the door and let Kayson in.
"What's wrong?" Kayson asked.
" Dumbledore ill, he has a very serious illness," Professor McGonagall said with concern.
"Huh?" Kayson instinctively thought that Dumbledore was faking illness. After all, Dumbledore Dumbledore just said something about faking his death and then he fell ill. What were the chances of that happening?
Moreover, judging from Professor McGonagall Professor McGonagall's current appearance, she seems unaware of this.
But that's normal. If everyone knew you were faking your death, it wouldn't be faking it; it would be a vacation.
But what if? After all, Dumbledore so old, what if he really is going to die? Then wouldn't my position as Head of House of Hufflepuff and Headmaster of Hogwarts be getting closer and closer to me?
Kayson stroked his chin, deep in thought.
Very likely!
"Let's hurry to the Headmaster's Office and see if you have any magical alchemy techniques or Potions that can save Dumbledore. Snape and Horace have already gone ahead." Professor McGonagall anxiously pulled Kayson toward the Headmaster's Office.
"How about I use Ender teleportation?" Kayson suggested.
"It's time to get better," Professor McGonagall said.
Kayson nodded, and the two were enveloped in Enderman's Stand. The next moment, they appeared in the Headmaster's Office.
At this time, a number of people had gathered here, including Grindelwald, Snape, Sglahorn, Slughorn, and Professor McGonagall Kayson.
However, looking at the strange and contradictory expressions on the faces of Grindelwald, Snape, and Slughorn...
They must have already realized that Dumbledore physical ailments... he's just faking it!
Of course, at this very moment, upon seeing Dumbledore, in short, Kayson also realized that he was just pretending.
Without making a sound, he took a half step back, shielding everyone in front of him, and then subtly cracked his knuckles. Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Snape, Slughorn, Professor McGonagall, and himself—six people in total. Five of them knew that Dumbledore's illness was fake; only Professor McGonagall was kept in the dark.
Tsk tsk tsk, I wonder Dumbledore will be when he returns, and what exactly will greet him?
Professor McGonagall might follow John Peanuts' example and beat Dumbledore up three times in three different places.
He had already decided where all three places would be: the Headmaster's Office once, the Great Hall once, and the Quidditch Pitch once.
And who knows, maybe Dumbledore his death and get a real beating from Professor McGonagall, and then beat the old man to a pulp to face an even grander adventure...
hiss...
He had taken another step closer to becoming the principal.
Dumbledore funny, don't lose face, show some spirit and go head-to-head with Professor McGonagall!
Professor McGonagall looked at Kayson anxiously and asked, "How is it, Kayson? Can Dumbledore cure it? Are there any problems?"
With Kayson arms crossed, Professor McGonagall watched this scene with her head in her hands, feeling as if the sky had fallen. It seemed that Dumbledore's illness was extremely difficult to treat this time.
Kayson, on the other hand, was still sitting with his arms crossed, trying to figure out how to write a plausible story about Dumbledore's illness. After all, Snape and Slughorn, who had arrived before him, hadn't exchanged any statements with him.
What if we get caught?
However, he was someone who had once attended a medical school.
Although it was for renovations, I still found a statement that was correct no matter how you looked at it.
Kayson frowned and sighed, sitting down in front of Dumbledore's bed, patting his shoulder and saying softly, "Try to be happy during this time. Eat whatever you want. If Hogwarts doesn't have it, just tell us and we'll find it for you."
Upon hearing this, Professor McGonagall felt a chill run down her spine. Years ago, when she visited her neighbor, nephew, or cousin-in-law in St Mungo's's, that's exactly what the doctor had said.
Then the next day, her neighbor's nephew, her cousin's husband, died!
Dumbledore doesn't have much time left!
Professor McGonagall felt as if she had been struck by lightning, and for a moment she was almost out of breath.
Kayson, who was closest to Professor McGonagall, quickly reached out and brought over a chair for Professor McGonagall to sit down.
" Dumbledore... Dumbledore... Is he beyond saving?" Professor McGonagall asked Kayson quietly.
"I have no other choice," Kayson said slowly with a sigh.
In an instant, the entire office was filled with howling and wailing sounds. Only Grindelwald and Snape looked at the room full of drama queens and a victim, and slowly sighed.
I'm looking at Hogwarts... It's doomed!
I Hogwarts!
That's why I'm afraid Hogwarts is doomed!
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[Submission Area]
Jalan, I guess it's... Professor McGonagall!