[I got some scrub in my eyes while showering. It's out now, but my eyes still feel very uncomfortable. So, I'll use up the rest for today. I'll reapply tomorrow if needed.]
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" Snape, you really should wash your hair. I'll go back to my dorm and get you a bottle of shampoo later," Kayson said suddenly, sitting on the steps.
Snape was pushing the stewed peas one by one to the edge of the lunchbox, showing a hint of pickiness. "You're really patient, aren't you? You even have the patience to examine my hair?"
" Kayson is right," Lily said, placing the jam-covered knife on the edge of the lunchbox. "I asked a few senior students at the college before, and they said there's a restroom nearby that's not very crowded. We can go there later to take care of your personal hygiene."
"Can't you focus on more important things? For example, you, Kayson, could study how to improve your lecturing skills. Your lecture this morning was pretty bad, but I could tell some of the key points: it mainly depends on talent."
"And Lily, you too. I think you should join forces with me to urge Kayson to improve his teaching skills, and then the two of us can empty his head of knowledge instead of focusing on my hair."
"Oh, come on, do you enjoy hearing those two Gryffindor guys call you 'greasy-haired monster' every time they see you?" Kayson said, pulling a square piece of oiled paper from his pocket.
"If you really don't like shampoo, I have soap here."
"If you don't like any of these..."
Kayson continued to reach into his pocket like Doraemon, and finally, ta-da!
"We exchanged gifts in our dorm last night. This is a tube of disinfectant that John brought from home," Kayson said, pulling a flat metal can from his pocket and prying open the lid with a hiss.
A stench of rotting grass roots and rust wafted out, and the jar was slammed between the two. "Apply it to wounds to stop bleeding—and add some oil as well."
Snape stared at the green bubbles swelling on the surface of the ointment. The bubbles burst and splashed onto his cuff, immediately etching pinhead-sized black spots onto the fabric.
"So... a corrosive Potions dares to call itself a disinfectant?" Snape said sullenly.
"You have to think of it this way: in the eyes of this disinfectant, your clothes are like germs that need to be disinfected," Kayson said.
"It's better than your hair oil dripping into your lunchbox," Lily suddenly used her wand to lift the back of his collar, revealing a yellowish-brown grease stain on the inside of his collar. "And the grease stain from last night's dinner in the Great Hall is still there."
Kayson continued to tempt you like a devil, "Just keep thinking about it. Those two Gryffindor always call you a greasy-haired monster. Can you really stand it?"
"They say it not only to your face, but also in the Gryffindor room." Lily was like a witch... well, she was, anyway, she was bewitching you like that.
"But they say I have greasy hair, so I wash my hair, which makes it seem like I'm afraid of them," Snape said helplessly.
"You have to think of it this way," Kayson continued, "The ancient Greek philosopher Amaterasu once said that the luckiest thing in the world is when your enemies force you to improve. You are very lucky now."
Snape suddenly stood up, grabbed the disinfectant from Kayson's hand, and pointed it at Lily's finger.
"That ancient Greek philosopher? Who is Amaterasu?" Lily suddenly asked after the two watched Snape leave.
Kayson shrugged. "I'd like to know."
Lily nodded.
Kayson beckoned Lily closer, then suddenly covered his face with his hand and whispered, "Amaterasu... is my creation."
soon.
When Snape came out of the bathroom on this floor, Kayson was building a pyramid with pixelated glass blocks.
Then came a scream from Lily that caused the pyramid to collapse.
"You got sucked into the sewer by the siphon toilet?" Lily asked, pointing at Snape's dripping robe, completely bewildered.
Kayson then collected all the collapsed glass shards and glanced at them.
Snape's hair did stand up, but unfortunately, every strand of hair emitted an eerie green smoke.
... I want to dye this thing green. [laughs]
Besides that, there was a strong smell of rotten onions mixed with sulfur that assaulted my nostrils.
Snape, holding the corner of his soaked robe, sneered, "There's a ghost in here called Myrtle. She said my hair oil polluted the Hogwarts sewers, so she sent the sewers to pollute me."
"Forget it, take it easy. The little wizard is the flower of Hogwarts, so it's not unreasonable for her to fertilize you a little."
Kayson leaned closer and sniffed, the Pain Mask quickly appearing on his face. "This smell... is a bit too damn cool."
"That mad ghost, one day I'll fill this washroom with bricks!" Snape gritted his teeth and shook his head, water droplets splashing onto the armor in the corridor, causing the armor to clatter and shift half a meter on its own.
Lily reached out and ruffled Snape's hair. "If you ignore the weird smell, at least his hair isn't oily anymore, and your hair is in good condition."
"Thanks to a certain inventor of disinfectant," Snape said, shaking his head and breaking free from Lily's grasp.
Kayson then conjured a dry sponge in his hand and suddenly asked, "You don't have any bleeding wounds, do you?"
"No, why are you asking about this?" Snape asked.
"Nothing, I'm just afraid the sponge will suck you dry." With that, he slapped the dry sponge all over Snape's upper body.
As the sponge became damp, Snape became completely dry and brittle...
"I... I want water!" he said tremblingly.
"There's a brother here, there." Kayson nodded, then suddenly gave the middle finger to the bathroom door. " Myrtle! If you have a crush on Snape, just say so! What's with this wet and sexy act!"
A shrill wail came from inside the door. "You greasy little bat, you dare to call yourself worthy!"
Whoosh!
Another thick jet of water splashed out, and the three of them ran away from the scene.
Snape shouted, "This is the water you were talking about?"
"Just tell me, is this water or not?"
"What the hell?"
Headmaster's Office.
Heath's fingers pointed at the surface of the crystal ball, and the ball reflected the afterimages of Kayson rubbing glass and sponge.
"See Dumbledore? This kid's talent is naturally destined for me!" He grumbled and grabbed a Chocolate Frog from in front of Dumbledore, but the Chocolate Frog quickly melted into chocolate sauce in his hand, dripping onto the book in front of Dumbledore.
After cleaning up the books, Dumbledore sighed helplessly, "Why has your temperature been so high lately?"
"I've been dieting lately, trying to boost my basal metabolic rate," Heath said casually.
"... Can you teach this to someone else?" Dumbledore asked quietly.
Heath glanced at the snack box in front of Dumbledore: "You don't need all that fancy stuff. Just stop eating sweets."
"Then it's not necessarily a bad thing for him to stay fair and plump like this. By the way, do you think Kayson would agree to your experiments? I admit your human modification skills are indeed very strong, but what if he just prefers the original body?" Dumbledore continued to ask.
"Don't be so absolute," Heath said, wiping the melted chocolate from his hands. "Do you even consider your hands your own?"
Dumbledore with a hint of helplessness, "If my hand isn't my own, how could it be yours?"
Heath shook his head. "I mean you could use a different hand, like," he said, suddenly pulling out his wand and waving it to summon his blackboard from his office, which featured a stick figure.
"From the very beginning, I've always said your drawings are terrible, so have you finally gone mad?" Dumbledore murmured.
Heath shook his head. "This is my human neural atlas. To put it bluntly, the human body is just a brain plus the nerves that control the body. The rest, such as bones, muscles, internal organs, and skin, are just mechs controlled by humans."
"We could completely upgrade this mech we control and dominate the Wizarding World for thousands of years with our weak bodies? That's utterly stupid! We could give Thestral wings flight, Basilisk retinas petrifying beams, and Unicorn hearts eternal magic..." He frantically pounded the crystal ball, leaving it covered in chocolate sauce handprints.
"The only pity is that the organs of those Fantastic Beasts will always have a rejection reaction with the human body, but it's different for him." Heath took out a handkerchief and wiped the crystal ball until it was slightly better looking.
The scene inside the crystal ball also changed: during Kayson's spell class, he casually conjured up a cloud of mist, which turned out to be countless tiny pieces of glass.
"His creations are a perfect match for his own magic and body!" Heath stood up and drew a stick figure on the blackboard again. "I can teach him even greater powers, such as giving him a more powerful suit of armor to strengthen his nerves."
"Oh... a wonderful idea. Did you ask the person in question what they thought?" Dumbledore said quietly. "After all, an eleven-year-old boy's dream is usually a new broom or a Chocolate Frog Card, not to transform himself into a killing machine."
"Were you so childish at eleven? My eleven years have already led me in a direction that is more powerful, more domineering, and stronger." Heath pulled a roll of parchment from his robes and slammed it on the table.
The blueprints depict a humanoid figure where flesh and blood are fused together with magic. The left eye is inlaid with Basilisk pupil, and Thunderbird's bone wing pierces through the spine. A unicorn's heart is connected to vine-like metal blood vessels in the chest cavity, and a wyvern's stomach replaces the digestive system, saving space to install a second magic furnace! Norwegian Ridgeback scales are embedded in the skin as armor.
"Of course, this diagram is my current modification plan. Kayson Heath's plan might be a combination of himself and pure flesh and blood. After all, he can create substances that match him out of thin air, so it would be good to make these substances into mechanized forms."
"Do you know the Predator? Before school started, I read a novel in the Muggle World, and I arranged all sorts of things for it, like wrist blades and shoulder cannons!"
"What I'm trying to say is that you, an old gay man, simply don't understand the dreams of a normal 11-year-old boy. What they always want is something more powerful, darker, and more juvenile. I don't believe that if I put this set of design concepts in front of Kayson Heath, he wouldn't be tempted!" Heath added after saying that, "Unless he's like you."
In the afternoon, in the Potions Classroom.
Professor Slughorn, the Potions Professor professor, hadn't even finished speaking yet, while Kayson was using slime balls and small stone pressure plates to transform Snape's robes into hard plate armor.
Suddenly, Lily looked up and said in surprise, "Wow, Myrtle might really have a crush on Snape, she's even followed him all the way here."
The others who heard this also subconsciously looked up.
Myrtle, hanging upside down, passed through the ceiling, her head through the classroom chandelier. "Oil... head... weirdo... s... ne... pu..."
Kayson produced a bow and arrow, aimed at Myrtle, and fired. The arrow pierced through Myrtle and then embedded itself in the ceiling.
Snape scooped a spoonful of viscous potion from the previous class's cauldron and splashed it at Myrtle. The liquid seeped through the ghost's body and onto the ground, hissing and corroding, creating smoking pits.
Myrtle was so frightened that she shrieked and scurried back into the pipe.
"I knew Potions was pretty much the same as Chemistry class, and what kind of Potions did they have left? Ancient sulfuric acid?" Snape studied the strange liquid in the crucible with some curiosity.
As soon as James and Sirius entered, they stepped into a corrosive pit. James's socks were instantly dissolved, but miraculously, they were completely unharmed.
" Merlin!" James wailed, hopping on one leg. "What kind of Dark Magic are you using, you slick-haired monster?"
Sirius nudged James Potter with his shoulder, looking a little embarrassed. "Tsk tsk tsk, we'll probably have to come up with an even more unique nickname for this class."
Only then did James notice Snape's clean hair. "Oh? You finally decided to wash your hair?"
Lily said seriously, "Instead of worrying about other people's hair, look at your own Crocs."
As Slughorn's round belly got stuck in the doorway, he saw James standing on one leg, cursing and swearing, while Snape, with his slightly frizzy hair, sneered.
Kayson was holding a pixelated bow and arrow, nocking and drawing the bow, but he looked a little shaky, as if he was about to accidentally fire it.
"Children!" He covered his face in horror. "Can anyone tell me what you did in those five minutes that I was delayed?"
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[It seems that images can no longer be inserted after the published version, so emmm... I'll insert them in the next chapter.]