I took the day off yesterday, bros! It was awesome!
Kayson looked at Sirius's handsome face, which was still undeniable even though he hadn't washed up. He seemed to understand why Neville had learned about love from him and ultimately ended up in the Great Hall Magic Duel.
At this point, some people might ask, "Professor, Sirius's romantic skills are indeed impressive, but is there a playstyle that doesn't rely so much on character modeling and economy?"
There are brothers... there are brothers.
Kayson had already made up his mind. After breakfast, he would go back to the Black family manor and bring Lupin, the master of pursuing men, over as well.
Of course, if Lupin insists that Tonks has keratosis, or in short, is blind, then there's nothing he can do about it.
The love stories of these two girls are all unique and cannot be replicated. Sirius's character model is too good and his financial situation is too high. Lupin is a succubus with a holy body and is the type who is pursued by girls.
Harry and Ginny are together because Harry has an idol buff, and Ginny's pursuit of him is like that of a fan. Hermione and Ron, on the other hand, are childhood sweethearts who have a deep connection with Bruce from level 1 to level 7.
This Neville is the only real problem...
Breakfast time was almost over, and Kayson carried two pixelated baskets toward the Hospital Wing.
He was still very curious about what kind of strange explosive reaction those two guys would produce.
Neville is a formidable fighter, and Hannah Abbott is no slouch either. If they were to engage in another full-blown brawl in the Hospital Wing, would Madam Pomfrey be able to stop them?
Thinking of this, he quickened his pace, pushed open the ward door, and then quickly closed it again.
How come these two are already eating together after only one breakfast session?
Kayson pinched his own arm...
"I'm still not fully awake, I'll go back to sleep for a while."
The first class in the afternoon was in the Alchemy classroom.
"Classmates! We're already falling behind!" Kayson said, looking at the group of level 3 wizards below the podium.
"But professor, where does it begin to fall behind?" a young wizard asked, raising his hand.
"Compared to levels four, five, seven, aren't you lagging behind?" Kayson said casually.
The young wizards. "..."
Classes are boring, without a doubt. This applies not only to young wizards, but also to professors who are always looking around before class ends.
When class ended, Kayson suddenly called over a little wizard.
"What's wrong, Professor?" Sygil asked, standing by the podium.
"How come a couple is performing 'Fist of Fury' during breakfast, but then they're eating together again after breakfast?" Kayson asked slowly.
"Perhaps they were destined to be together, or perhaps they just damaged their brains," Sygil said with a shrug.
"Emmm..."
"Professor, is there anything else?"
Kayson shook his head. "It's alright, you can leave now."
"Okay." Sygil nodded at the ancient tomb and left the classroom.
"The bones of my beloved..."
"Servant meat..."
"The blood of my enemy..."
"Master...you have woken up again." Bellatrix knelt respectfully on the ground, holding a set of neatly folded black robes in her hands and raising them above her head.
"You did a great job, Bellatrix." Voldemort patted Bellatrix on the shoulder, then put on his robe and looked at the group of Death Eater with missing limbs standing behind Bellatrix.
"You also do very well, I am a loyal servant."
"You have sacrificed so much for my sake, and I will remember it all and never forget it," Voldemort said gently.
However, the Death Eater who had their arms and legs forcibly cut off by Bellatrix clearly did not see it that way.
It's not that people can't accept being missing an arm or a leg for the sake of wealth and status; in fact, this is a problem that's too difficult to solve.
What they truly cannot accept is being killed and then resurrected time and time again.
If you keep saying this, then what's the difference between them and minced meat?
And they weren't even the most miserable. They could use alchemical prosthetics even if they were missing arms or legs, and they could also have a lot of blood drawn from their enemies at once, and then only a little bit each time they revived.
The most tragic figure is Bella's own bones. Poor Tom Riddle Sr. has been ground into Bone Meal Bone Meal, and Bellatrix cherishes the Bone Meal more than her own life, fearing that one day the Bone Meal might accidentally spill on the ground and suddenly a whole bunch of flowers and grass would grow out of it.
This is not just a rumor; it actually happened a long time ago when Bone Meal was sprinkled on the ground, and that strange situation truly occurred.
Voldemort, in turn, used the Void Detection to pin the blame on Kayson.
Since he appeared, the world has become increasingly strange.
This is the same rhetoric Voldemort used back then, and he still believes it now.
Ever since Kayson appeared in this world and entered the realm of magic, the magic in this world has become increasingly strange.
He witnessed firsthand how a simple enchantment spell instantly extinguished the Fiendfyre that could have engulfed the entire Forbidden Forest.
He witnessed with his own eyes how the little wizard, cursed by the Basilisk, vanished right before his eyes.
He witnessed firsthand how the Dementor, feared throughout the entire Wizarding World, was eaten like candy by the Wither in Kayson's hands.
He witnessed firsthand how the nearly thousand-year-old Hogwarts rose from the ground and tore the dragon in two.
He witnessed firsthand how the so-called pinnacle of power in the Ministry of Magic was so easily slaughtered by an ordinary Hogwarts Alchemy Professor.
He witnessed with his own eyes that one or two hostages, who were originally destined to die, vanished right before his eyes...?
Over the past year, he has seen many things in Professor Kayson that he could not believe.
"What do you think I'll see in the next year?" Voldemort asked Bellatrix in a low voice.
"What master?" Bellatrix asked, puzzled.
"It's nothing." Voldemort shook his head and walked forward alone.
I'm stuck in writer's block, damn it. I need inspiration.