"Don't bury him yet. I read about this in a book—add water to the soil, turn it into mud, and he'll be buried more securely."
"Don't just stand around. Take his wand first."
"How are we supposed to bury him later?"
"What do you mean?"
"Head first or feet first?"
"You don't even know that? Obviously head first."
When Lockhart heard those icy words, his eyes widened in bewilderment.
"I don't think that's necessary, is it?"
"Jordan, where are your socks? Stuff them in his mouth."
"Got it."
On the day term began, at Hogwarts.
"Seriously, he actually managed to dig himself out of the mud. Honestly... that took some effort." Standing by the office's floor-to-ceiling window, Kayson looked at Dumbledore beside him and complained.
"I'm very grateful that you understand me."
"I'm the same as Snape now—I've given up. A hypocritical clown is still better than last term's Quirrell. Looking at it that way, Dumbledore, you've improved a lot this year," Kayson said, half-jokingly.
"Yes, and it's only for one year. You probably won't see him next year," Dumbledore said with a nod, very much in agreement.
"Because of that curse? The curse aimed at the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"
"Yes. As long as the person who cast it doesn't die, the curse won't disappear... Of course, that isn't the most serious problem. The most serious problem is that aside from Lockhart, no one else applied... Originally, I wanted Lu Ping to come, but he still had to go back and sort out his broken life."
"What I'm more curious about is how that guy still dared to apply?"
"He signed the magical contract before you buried him in the dirt. It's too late for him to back out."
Kayson nodded and quietly edged a little