si...
Could this world have a subspace?
Could there be some middle-aged man selling hooks?
Forget it. What was the point of thinking about that? Things had come to this, so he should just sleep first.
Late at night...
Kayson woke up in the Quidditch stands, swaying as he picked up a robe that someone had draped over him... Honestly, it was somewhat useful as a blanket.
For some reason, the weather had gone mad today. It was excessively cold.
He jumped straight down from the stands, landed perfectly and smoothly, then returned to the castle beneath the moonlight.
"Professor Kayson?" A voice rang out. It was Filch, carrying a lantern.
"Hello, Filch. I accidentally fell asleep in the stands." Even Kayson found his own laziness amusing as he said it.
"I see. Well... after curfew, every wizard returning from outside the castle has to visit Professor Grindelwald. He believes this could be a Death Eater plot, so..." Filch explained.
Kayson raised an eyebrow. He had the distinct feeling that this rule had been born from Voldemort's nighttime attack on Dumbledore.
"But is it really appropriate for you to be the one telling people this? What if I really were a Death Eater and got angry enough to hurt you?" Kayson asked.
"Then I'd finally be at peace! Hahahaha! Professor Kayson, shall we go now?" Filch replied with a laugh.
"Mm, let's go."
Kayson followed behind Filch until they stopped outside Grindelwald's office.
"Oh... I have to say, you look exactly like the last intruder," Grindelwald said with a smile as he looked at Kayson.
"I regret that too. If Voldemort used your face to visit Dumbledore, there would definitely be plenty of interesting things to see." Kayson sighed.
"Thank you for your trouble, Mr. Filch. Farewell." Grindelwald nodded, then