2. [I also want to continue the main storyline, but I can't seem to progress. I should try to gather more inspiration.]
Kayson and Lupin both turned around somewhat awkwardly to look at Professor Heath, whose shoulder-length black hair contrasted sharply with his grim face.
It feels like the kind of thing that would secretly eat children.
At this moment, Heath squatted down somewhat strangely, ignoring Kayson and looking Lupin in the eye. "I smell something strange."
Lupin immediately felt a cold sweat break out all over his body, and suddenly a brilliant idea struck him. "Professor, could we not deduct any more money...?"
Heath raised an eyebrow. "Pretty smart, huh? You're that unlucky guy from the Lupin family?"
Lupin swallowed hard and nodded with difficulty.
" Dumbledore really recruits just anyone into the school..."
As Heath spoke, a red light suddenly appeared in his hand, eventually condensing into a small, flowing bead of blood. "Hold this thing with you, anytime, anywhere."
"What's that? A remote-controlled bomb?" Kayson asked.
"How could that be? I'm not some kind of devil. Just consider it a gift from your professor," Heath said, pursing his lips.
"Oh, do I have one?" Kayson asked with a grin.
"You?" Heath scrutinized Kayson, then pursed his lips. "You want that kind of gift?"
Kayson, who had only been tentatively agreeing, became instantly excited when he heard that Heath was actually on the verge of agreeing.
"Professor, you order this one, I can do whatever I want!"
Heath nodded. "Then I'll reward you with Hufflepuff 10. Now you two get the hell out there and go to sleep!" He looked up at the moon outside the window. "Go away!"
"I don't think I'll be happy all day," Kayson said sadly on the way to the dormitory, with Lupin beside him.
As for Heath telling them to quit... what a joke!
"However, Professor Heath isn't as scary as Professor McGonagall described. The idea that he's unhappy if he doesn't kill people, that he's firmly opposed to animal rights, and that he's a seasoned racialist warrior is probably just something Professor McGonagall made up to scare us. After all, Professor Heath does look quite scary at first glance, like the kind of person who secretly eats children."
Throughout the journey, Kayson kept rambling on about his thoughts, while Lupin on the other side couldn't help but put on a mask of pain.
Professor Heath is terrifying. If nothing unexpected happens, his identity should have already been exposed. And the string of blood beads that he gave him is now hanging loosely on his wrist. He can't even take it off, let alone lose it.
Seriously, is this thing some kind of remote-controlled bomb that will blow you up into a mushy mess the night you transform into Werewolf?
Most likely.
Holy crap, I'm going to die!
Soon the people left the dining hall's territory, and the candles on both sides of the corridor were extinguished, perhaps Hogwarts was trying to save money.
Lupin, in a daze, pulled his wand from his robes, and just as he was about to cast a Lumos, he saw a small cube with a blinding light suddenly float up behind him.
"What is this? An alchemical item?" Lupin asked, bewildered.
"Why does everyone think this thing is related to alchemy? Can't it just be magic?" Kayson asked.
"Because this is not magic as I understand it, and I am deeply moved," Lupin said quietly.
"Did you force me to confront the magical bull that stuns me?"
"I'm amazed by the peculiar structure of your brain. After all, if a normal person needed light, they probably wouldn't choose to use magic to create a glowing stone. Between using magic to create a glowing stone and directly using magic to emit light, shouldn't all people with normal brains choose the former?"
"Oh... fine." Kayson reluctantly put away the fluorite and then took out a torch.
Just as Lupin was about to pull out his wand to illuminate the darkness, he saw the approaching figures—long, light-emitting cuboids.
"Your wand is strange, and you are strange in general," Lupin said quietly.
"This isn't a wand, it's a torch," Kayson explained.
"Then why is there no fire?" Lupin then asked.
Kayson put the torch away with a helpless expression. Just as Lupin was about to take out his wand again, Kayson simply reached out, and a perfectly square pixelated flame ignited in his hand.
"What the hell is this?!" This time Lupin was truly shocked. This was no longer ordinary magic or alchemy, was it?
In all his years, he had never seen a great wizard train a ball of fire like a puppy, keeping it completely obedient, with the flame not deviating from its bounds in the slightest, just a large ball of flame composed of small cubes.
"What is this again?" Lupin asked, bewildered.
"Flames, can't you see it?" Kayson said, raising an eyebrow.
"Can I touch it?" Lupin asked.
With his other hand, Kayson used several blocks to lift the paper bag containing food into the air, and then took out a bucket.
"Why don't you give it a try?"
Lupin nodded and carefully touched a small corner of the pixelated flame with one finger.
The entire corridor suddenly lit up, for no other reason than Lupin was instantly ignited.
"I knew it!" Kayson slammed the bucket over Lupin's head, saving him from injury.
"So why did I catch fire the moment I touched it? And how did you manage to train such an outrageously terrifying flame to obey you?" Lupin, who had narrowly escaped death, sat on the ground in fear, staring at the ball of flame in Kayson's hand and muttering to himself.
"Like Mr. Lupin, I'm also curious about the power of this flame. Would you suggest I take a look?" Dumbledore's cheerful voice came from behind the man.
Kayson looked up and asked, "So the principal also goes out at night?"
Dumbledore smiled and nodded, " Hogwarts doesn't have a rule that says the headmaster has to follow the rules."
"If you really can't sleep tonight, you can come to my office and tell me if you're getting used to your first night at Hogwarts."
Kayson shook his head. "Actually, it's not quite the same, because Professor, your physical appearance is somewhat like... the priest."
"An interesting child. We'll talk another day then, but Mr. Lupin, you really need to come to my office," Dumbledore continued.
Lupin nodded. Turning the corner and running into Heath, almost being skinned alive and turned into a wet suit, was indeed too dangerous. Besides, he had come out tonight to find Professor McGonagall or Dumbledore, and passing by the dining hall was purely to avoid Filch.
Upon arriving at the dormitory Kayson placed the paper bag containing the food directly on the table, tore it open, and then summoned the glowstones to make them swirl high in the sky.
"Dinner's ready! Dinner's ready!"
"Wow! Kayson, you went out and got so much!" John Abott exclaimed in shock as he jumped out of bed. That's Hufflepuff Hufflepuff is all about.
Lupin's shock came from things like glowstone, torches, or fire blocks—things that leaned towards magic.
John Abott's focus, however, was on Kayson's trip to the kitchen where there was a bountiful harvest.
The rigid printing method has won a great victory.
"Some upperclassmen were having a gathering in the kitchen. They saw that I dared to sneak into the cafeteria at night on my first day of school and thought I was someone special, so they added some... a whole bunch of dishes for me." Kayson explained, picking up a warm lamb chop and starting to eat.
the next day...
The number of students in Kayson's class was unusually small. Normally, a class of students would have about five boys and five girls per college, and forty students across four colleges. Although the male-to-female ratio could not be so precise, it was at least roughly equal.
But their class was different. Perhaps due to Voldemort's rampage, the birth rate in the Wizarding World was getting lower and lower, so much so that their class of Hufflepuff of four boys and two girls.
There are four boys and three girls in Gryffindor.
Ravenclaw one boy and three girls.
Even Slytherin, Voldemort 'Voldemort stronghold and the group least likely to fear him, only had one man and three women.
With four colleges totaling just over twenty students, what kind of colleges are these? They can all be taught together, saving professors time. Why not?
So, during the first Charms class, Kaysen Severus and Lily gathered together once again.
Kayson originally wanted to sit at the very back, but unfortunately, Snape and Lily forcibly dragged him to sit at the front.
Wait a minute... Kayson seems to have overlooked something.
This year's Ravenclaw one boy and three girls, and the only boy is sitting right next to him...
Kayson frowned and gave Snape a strange look.
hiss...
What incredible luck!
Snape seemed to understand the strange look in Kayson's eyes and said, "Would you like this good fortune?"
"I..." Kayson opened his mouth, then lowered his head somewhat awkwardly and said in a very low voice, "Do you think I don't want to? Hufflepuff's meals are too cruel. I also wanted to go to Ravenclaw with you, but the Headmaster's Hat wouldn't let me."
"You two should pay attention in class," Lily said, frowning.
"Wow, that's cruel," Kayson said awkwardly.
Professor Flitwick soon stepped onto the podium, and his first lesson to every new class of wizards was the same spell.
Levitation Charm: Wingardium Leviosa.
Kayson, Kaisen copied the spell into his textbook, raised an eyebrow, and thought, "This spell is quite aesthetically pleasing."
Before he could even finish daydreaming, he was dumbfounded to find that Professor Flitwick on the podium had already finished explaining all the key points of the spell.
Dude? I was only absent for a full hour? Is that all?
Then he looked up at the clock hanging above the blackboard...
Half an hour has passed?
I admire the first person who skipped class; who knows, they might never be able to keep up with the pace of the subject again?
But people always have to take exams.
So Kayson, get ready!
Time needs to be sped up!
When Professor Flitwick regained his senses, he began having the young wizards take turns using magic to make feathers float.
Holy crap! I'm going to die, I'm going to die! Why did I have to be so far ahead of everyone else?!
Oh, it was forced, damn it! That still means you're going to die anyway!
Society is dead!
Professor Flitwick's wand landed on the corner of Kayson's table. "You're here, Mr. Heath."
Kayson sighed, forced himself to stand up. What could he do now? Nothing. He could only force himself to make the cube he could control smaller and smaller.
One by one, tiny glass fragments, almost invisible to the naked eye, slowly appeared beneath the feather, and then gently floated upwards.
"It's done!" Kayson thought to himself with delight.
"Well done, Mr. Heath. It would be even better if you didn't forget to recite the incantation next time."
Professor Flitwick said, adding five points to Hufflepuff, and then tapped Snape's table, who was sitting in the middle, with his wand.
Relieved, Kayson sat down, wiping the sweat from his brow with his wizard's robes. Snape, having successfully cast the spell, also sat down and looked at Kayson with curiosity. "How did you do that? You succeeded without chanting a spell?"
Kayson, who had just wiped away his sweat, looked at Snape with a constipated expression, and strange sweat once again seeped from his forehead.
Fortunately, he does have a bit of a talent for talking nonsense.
"You can imagine your magic as a hand, either lifting up a feather or raising it, or you can even choose to scatter your magic into tiny dots, precisely lifting or pinching the feather. That's what I do." Kayson quickly came up with this plausible reason.
"I see. But what if I can't sense any magic?" Snape asked, while Lily stared at him with her green eyes.
Kayson broke out in a cold sweat once again.
How should I put myself in this situation?
Just practice more when you're bad at cooking?
Isn't that a bit too hurtful to them?
However, seeing the inquisitive looks in Snape and Lily's eyes, he finally spoke up, "Emmm..."
Practice more.
"..."
"..."
[Requesting a gift]
[Submission area]
It's a kind of unconventional, bizarrely beautiful thing. I'm posting it here for everyone to see; maybe it'll go viral?