"There's only one hour left before Hogwarts curfew. Are you sure you can finish?" Sirius followed Kayson to a clearing on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
He deliberately built it on a completely different vacant lot from Hagrid's, since Sirius and Rosmerta wanted this room to do bad things, in case Hagrid was bored in the middle of the night and wanted to visit as a neighbor.
Hagrid: Knocked unconscious by close-quarters combat with adults. JPG
These are all the results of [unclear - possibly a medical condition], what if it's something else...
Sirius: Terrified into Half-giant by a half-giant. JPG
Rosmerta: He squeezed the bro's tail until it broke off and he escaped. JPG
This is all for a reason; it needs to be sent to Madam Pomfrey.
Such a situation is actually understandable. What if the next day, Hagrid seriously grabs Sirius and politely asks what you were doing last night?
hiss...
Sirius, who was forbidden by Kayson to approach within ten meters of the construction area and refused to cause trouble, watched Kayson was building blocks while smiling strangely...
I always felt that he was thinking about some unpleasant things.
Sirius had a feeling that Kayson was probably secretly plotting something unsavory, like putting TNT under the bed. If that were the case...
That's so damn cool!
Sirius watched the house being built with great excitement, but unfortunately, even after the house was finally completed, he didn't hear a single hissing sound of TNT being placed inside.
What a pity.
Sirius sighed as he hugged Rosmerta late at night.
It's a pity there's no TNT.
On the first day, Rosmerta met Durmstrang.
That's right, for the entire day, no one at Hogwarts knew what this professor was doing Hogwarts for his day trip.
Perhaps it really is about making up for the loss or reminiscing about youth.
Of course, it's also possible that they really came to learn something from Kayson.
"It seems my knowledge is still quite valuable."
As Kayson sat on the sofa, watching one little wizard after another being blasted around by the Redstone Cannon, he thought it was quite a show.
Kayson, may I ask you a question?
Hagrid suddenly sailed up to Kayson in his ship. As for why he didn't use the Redstone Cannon...
A one-cubic-meter seat clearly couldn't support Hagrid's legs or buttocks.
Hagrid: "Garlic bird, garlic bird, sometimes old-fashioned things are more useful."
"What's wrong, Hagrid?" Kayson asked slowly.
Hagrid sat down next to Kayson with some embarrassment.
"I have a... I have a um... very embarrassing situation."
Kayson shrugged. "Go ahead and say it, don't worry!"
"I...I saw a strange little house last night after I came out to patrol the Forbidden Forest," Hagrid said.
Kayson nodded as he listened to the description of the house. Just as he was about to admit that he had handcrafted the house, Hagrid continued, "I was a little curious, so I peeked through the window."
Kayson, who had originally intended to admit it, has now changed his mind.
All he wants now is to run away.
"So... so what?" Kayson asked quietly.
Hagrid hesitated for a long time, but finally decided to speak out.
"I saw Sirius bullying Professor Rosmerta in the room, and then shortly after, Rosmerta bullied Sirius!" Hagrid said.
Kayson subconsciously translated it...
Unfortunately, his limited language skills made it impossible to translate. "So what... do you want to say?" Kayson asked, forcing himself to continue.
"Should we tell Dumbledore now, after all, Sirius and Professor Rosmerta's fight is quite something..."
Hagrid said hesitantly.
"Well, there's no need to tell Dumbledore about this," Kayson shook his head.
"Huh? Don't we need to tell him?" Hagrid asked in surprise.
"Yes... yes, no need, well, um..." Kayson covered his face with one hand, looking like a scholar, and said awkwardly.
"Then why did they fight? I remember they were getting along quite well yesterday morning," Hagrid asked, puzzled.
"You'll understand when you grow up." After saying this, Kayson saw Hagrid's confused look and pursed his lips helplessly. "Of course, you can also ask the amazing Dumbledore. He knows everything and will definitely tell you the answer. After all, you know me. I'm just an ordinary Alchemy Professor. It's normal for me to not know things."
Hagrid patted Kayson on the shoulder. "Don't worry, Kayson, you're a very talented Alchemy Professor. Don't underestimate yourself."
With that, he turned and left, clearly intending to find Dumbledore and ask him for clarification.
"Actually, I'm not that self-deprecating."
Kayson sighed helplessly and then walked downstairs to the classroom, where he had another class later.
To be honest, the difference between going to work and going to a grave is...
At least visiting graves allows people to feel closer to their deceased relatives.
Going to work... Actually, it's okay to get closer, since working a few more days makes it easier to see the breasts.
After class...
"If I am guilty, let Voldemort, Grindelwald, or even Snape kill me, not send Hagrid to my office to torture me," Dumbledore said, sitting on the sofa at some point and looking at Kayson who had just arrived.
"So? How did you explain it to him?" Kayson asked.
"Nature has explained everything," Dumbledore sighed.
[Seeking gifts, seeking inspiration]
[Submission area]
Cosplaying as a corpse in a mass grave is indeed a comfort zone.
"You're explaining physiology to Giant? Are you all built the same?" Kayson stared at Dumbledore, shocked eyes.
Hou Zi waved his hand. "Of course it's not that simple, after all, Hagrid is still a child."
Kayson looked at Dumbledore's old fogey appearance, and combined that with his words that Hagrid was a child...
Wait, Hagrid is a child? Turns out Dumbledore, though not exactly.
"... Why do I feel like you're a bit of a beast?" Kayson said quietly.
"Why don't you go and explain to him why he suddenly became interested in this kind of thing? I shouldn't have let Sirius come back. I should have kicked him back next time I saw him," Dumbledore said helplessly.
"I wish."
Dumbledore left quickly, and Kayson sat down on the sofa.
For some reason, even though he had only been away from class for a short period of time, he suddenly felt that his office was somewhat unfamiliar.
Forget about all that stuff, it's time to do something an adult should do.
He walked straight toward the wine cabinet.
The next day, he was woken up by his cell phone ringing while lying in bed. He had specially added a little bit of magical technology to the phone to prevent it from being interfered with by Hogwarts ' magical signals.
After the call connected, Sherlock's voice came through.
"Someone delivered a letter to you, but you weren't home and went to your landlady's place. Then your landlady couldn't contact you and sent it to me."
Kayson was rinsing his mouth with whiskey, almost choked. "No, it couldn't be an Avada bomb that those Dark Wizard sent you, could it?"
"No, it's a game disc, something like... My World."
Kayson felt relieved; he felt that this was even less absurd than sending a bomb.
"So... who is the sender?"
Alexei Posson.
"Oh, then there's no problem. But speaking of which, he's really fast; he finished it so quickly," Kayson exclaimed.
"Hmm, I tried it out... Is it a game made based on your abilities?" Sherlock asked.
The person who came didn't answer the question; he couldn't very well say that his abilities came from this game, could he?
As for why games that were supposed to appear two thousand years later already exist now...
Sirius can build tiles at home, so why can't we have that too?
"I'll send the owl over to pick it up later. While you're at it, could you also prepare the game console controller, screen, and generator for me?"
"Only CDs are available." Sherlock said, then promptly hung up the phone.
"Wow, how cold." Kayson shrugged and walked toward the Hogwarts Owlery.
On the first day, Kayson was carefully feeding the exhausted owl a life-restoring potion. Sure enough, relying solely on the owl's flight, it was still a bit of a stretch to travel England and America in a single day.
Sherlock was also a cold-blooded and emotionless man. He said he would only send CDs, and he really did only send CDs.
There were no other generators, game consoles, controllers, or screens.
Once the owl regained its senses and looked at Kayson with a look of fear, it unconsciously jumped back a little before shakily flying away.
Kayson picked up the envelope containing the game disc and used Ender teleportation back to his home on Baker Street.
He took out his dusty game console and inserted the disc.
In an instant, the familiar sound of C-418, tinged with a hint of loneliness, rang out.
A retro-style "My World" start screen appeared on the screen. This version of the game has no survival mode, no hunger or health points, only unlimited creation.
Then, the system, which had been dead for a long time, suddenly came back to life.
[ My World Creative Mode has been unlocked, and the Destiny Block has been successfully unlocked!]
???
Not a buddy? So hasty?
Kayson stared blankly at the Destiny Block in his hand, which was a mix of yellow and white and had a gem-like glow.
He really didn't expect that he would be able to open this thing.
Thinking about it, he subconsciously wanted to try it out first.
/kill...
No, no, no, this is not true.
/tp Albus Percival Wulfric Bryan Dumbledore
The next moment he appeared behind Dumbledore in the Headmaster's Office. Dumbledore, who was doing a puzzle on the chair, also noticed someone coming and turned around with some surprise.
"Why is there no sound when you teleport now?"
Kayson shrugged. "Just consider it cheating. By the way, do you know Voldemort's full name?"
Dumbledore thoughtfully for a moment. "Hmm, Tom Marvolo Riddle, what's wrong?" Dumbledore asked curiously.
"It's nothing, just a surprise for you."
Kayson reopens the command box and enters / kill Tom Marvolo Riddle ( Horcrux ).
As the command was inputted, Nagini, who was drinking milk with Voldemort for health, immediately became erect.
The clanging sound startled Voldemort, and just as he quickly drew his wand, Kayson appeared behind him.
" Voldemort, I have a pretty good spell here. Would you like to try it?" Kayson said quietly.
Voldemort instantly pointed his wand at him. "How did you find me?"
"Tell me first whether you want to hear my incantation," Kayson asked.
Voldemort swallowed hard. He no longer had Horcrux, so if he died now, he would be truly dead.
If you confront them head-on...
That would likely result in an even faster death.
"Tell me about it." He ultimately decided to stall for time.
Kayson then spoke with a smile.
"The spell is.../kill Tom Marvolo Riddle."
As Kayson finished speaking, Voldemort felt something being instantly drained from his body, then his consciousness went dark, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.
He died like an ordinary person.
Finally, after bombing Voldemort's hideout several times, he wrote a letter to Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic, sending it through the Ender Power.
After doing all this, Kayson slowly exhaled. "Hmm... it's time to take a long vacation." With that, he put on his elytra and fireworks, and with a whoosh, flew away into the distance.
[Main Story End]
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[And then there's the author's closing remarks, which is what I love writing the most. Of course, I like to write them in a question-and-answer format, like... Then at this point, some people will ask, "7373, where's that cool demonstration of the laws of the dimensional world that you mentioned in your introduction? Isn't that just putting up a false front?"]
[I had no choice; I accidentally wrote too many side stories. Over thirty chapters! The side stories are too long. If I were to finish the story after the side stories, the thirty-plus chapters would make everyone completely forget the main plot.]
The result of this is that my ending plot naturally can't be too long. The kind of plot that looks cool requires a lot of build-up. If there isn't enough build-up and you force it to be cool, it will be very greasy and awkward. So that's the reason.
There's also the issue of Kayson's character design. Hmm, he does exist in real life, mainly based on my junior high school Chinese teacher and high school biology teacher, both of whom were my homeroom teachers. I think I mentioned them briefly in the book? The former is a chubby old lady, and the latter is a cute little bald old man.
What else was there? I wanted to say quite a bit, but let's leave it at that for now. Anyway, there will be plenty of opportunities to talk about it later, since there will be extra chapters later.
Let's turn it over later.