[Regarding why there were no pictures or submissions yesterday... I was busy playing games... and forgot...]
" Professor Kayson! You underestimate me! Do you think my talk of progress is just a joke?"
The moment the trident was thrust into Voldemort's chest, it acted as if it had encountered a non- Newton fluid, firmly wedging the trident in Kayson's hand.
"Hmm? Pretty impressive." Kayson slowly reduced the force in his hand, then suddenly a Ender Crystal appeared in his hand and slammed it directly into Voldemort's face.
Kayson quickly stepped back, and then he decided to make a quick decision.
"Speaking of which, I learned this trick from my students, Voldemort. You should also think about why, even though they are all wizards, your Death Eater have successfully turned you into cogs in the machine over the years, while the young wizards at Hogwarts always have the light of their souls shining brightly."
A beacon beam locked onto Voldemort, and layer upon layer of complex magic spells spun like a complex gyroscope.
Standing behind, Dumbledore once again recalled that winter picnic, exactly the same as this moment, when magic almost blasted a person out of the water right in front of them.
"What amazing wisdom these young wizards possess!" Dumbledore exclaimed. At the same time, Kayson finished charging up and instantly unleashed the spell.
With a flash of white light, only a pond-sized, deep pit remained on the ground.
Kayson still controlled the power of the weapon. After all, there was Muggle village not far away, and it would be a big mistake to let ordinary people notice that something was wrong here. If someone was hurt or a child came to watch the fun and was then taken hostage by Voldemort, it would be embarrassing.
"How is he?" Dumbledore asked.
"Perhaps he's hiding somewhere, waiting for his next resurrection," Kayson said with a smirk after observing the surroundings and confirming that there were no traces of Voldemort's organization.
"He's not quite dead yet... We should really look for where Tom might be hiding." Dumbledore sighed.
The two arrived at Hogwarts with disappointed expressions. They then visited Snape, who, in a sense, had nothing to show for himself but had been forced to rest in the Hospital Wing by Professor McGonagall Snape.
"Besides the old mansion of Seidel, do you know of any other places Voldemort might be hiding?" Kayson asked while peeling an apple with his little Diamond Sword.
Snape, on the other hand, began to recall that Voldemort's locations were, frankly speaking, only a few places: the old mansion of Sordle and any other Pure-blood mansions.
In a sense, he is homeless and can be considered a wanderer.
Of course, if I had to name a place that might be...
Thinking of this, he noticed that Kayson had finished peeling the apple in his hand, so he naturally reached out and politely said, "Thank you."
Then Kayson took a big bite of the apple.
"And then what? Where might he be?" Kayson asked.
"... He hid the Horcrux on that island in the lake. Although Horcrux became aware of it after Voldemort was found, according to other Death Eater, Voldemort divided the entire lake into an independent space. House-elf and any form of spatial magic or teleportation magic cannot teleport him there; they can only use that old, outdated ritual he left behind," Snape said quietly.
"Hmm, perhaps we should make a trip there sometime." Dumbledore, eating an orange, then stood up and nudged Kayson. "Let's not disturb the patient's rest here."
"Oh, oh, okay." Kayson nodded and followed Dumbledore out of the ward.
The crowd quieted down, and Snape casually touched the fruit basket beside him...
"It's empty?" He sat up in surprise.
"..."
Snape is sulking. JPG.
The two left the Hospital Wing and headed in completely different directions; Dumbledore, of course, went to his own headmaster's office.
Kayson, having grown bored in the office, decided to head towards the Quidditch Pitch.
I randomly found a seat on the bleachers, took out my wine jug, and watched the little black dots flying in the sky being swayed around by a few unnamed balls. It was a kind of fun, too.
Although he still doesn't understand the Quidditch rules to this day, Hagrid has tried to explain them to him more than once, as have a whole bunch of other young wizards, including former Dumbledore and Professor Sprout.
However, Kayson ultimately still didn't understand how Quidditch rules actually worked. Baseball, on the other hand, is much easier to understand.
Someone throws a grenade at you, and you have to use a baseball bat to hit the grenade.
I don't know why, regardless of time or place, whether they are wizards or Muggle, it seems that all sports are related to balls.
The innate movement shape belongs to this category.
"Professor? Our Golden Snitch seems to be broken. Can you help us fix it?" Suddenly, two little wizards riding flying brooms appeared next to Kayson and said in a tearful voice.
"Give me the water, let me see it." Kayson generously pulled out his name tag.
He's the best at fixing things!
Then a Golden Snitch with its wings stopped spinning appeared in front of Kayson.
Check the name tag.
The Golden Snitch, Depleted of Magic Power
Kayson stroked his chin and pondered for a moment. His magic was depleted; in layman's terms, he was out of power.
If there's no power, you can't find it yourself. How can you conjure up power when you have a name tag? No way.
Does this world have a subspace? If the machine spirit is happy, it can steal oil and bullets from the subspace. But in this world, let alone if the machine spirit is happy.
Even if the machine spirit is overjoyed and reaches its climax, it's still out of power after all.
However, even though that's what I said, it still felt a bit unsettling to see the nameplate with empty magic.
Delete! Delete!
Just as Kayson was about to return the Golden Snitch to the two young wizards and was wondering whether he should make them a new one or inject them with a source of magical energy, the Golden Snitch suddenly took flight.
"Hooray! Long live Professor Kayson! Professor Kayson!" The two young wizards cheered as they followed the Golden Snitch high into the Quidditch sky.
Kayson, on the other hand, had a strange expression on his face.
"... So this world can't really have a subspace, right? Then what is my nameplate? STC."