"Well, Hagrid, do you know what kind of Fantastic Beasts has a pair of huge yellow eyes and can kill people instantly without letting the body be destroyed?"
Kayson took a sip of black tea tactically and said.
"Yellow eyes, kill people instantly without destroying the body. I know only two of them, Hagrid and Basilisk. They can kill with their eyes, and they have to look into their eyes when they are the victim. Why do you ask?" Hagrid scratched his head.
Kayson touched his chin and finally decided not to tell Hagrid Regarding Voldemort's Horcrux's comeback, he used another thing to explain it away, "I know that there is a ghost named Myrtle in the abandoned bathroom on the first floor of the castle. I am investigating the cause of her death."
"Oh... Uh... Why did you suddenly start investigating her? Uh... I knew a little bit about this back then. Do you know how I was expelled from Hogwarts?" Hagrid said in a moment of embarrassment.
"Huh?"
"Let me talk about it first. I definitely did not kill anyone. I was falsely accused back then, and the person who falsely accused me was completely famous." Hagrid took a sip of black tea to warm up.
"Did you know that the Dark Lord went to school at Hogwarts?"
"I know, take it for granted." Kayson nodded.
"It was he who falsely accused me. Myrtle Warren died in that bathroom. The school launched an investigation. That person and the school reported that it was my Aragog who did it, but he promised me that he would not hurt me. Come on, people, even if we step back ten thousand steps and it is really Aragog, Warren's body will never be that complete." Hagrid bit Rock Cakes fiercely and said.
"Um... Who is Aragog?"
"It's a Acromantula, and it's in Forbidden Forest now."
Kayson took a sip of black tea and briefly recalled a Acromantula specimen he had seen in Snape's office.
emm...
Voldemort This old man made the school aware of the existence of Acromantula, which may be the only stupid thing he has done in his life.
"Where's the queen? Go on," he continued to ask.
"The next thing is uh uh uh... that's it. The idiot Ministry of Magic doesn't care about Warren's intact body at all. After all, the poor child is Muggle-born. The parents just know that there is a Wizarding World."
"Ministry of Magic himself will not do his best to investigate. They just need to punish me as soon as possible and let this case be closed. At the same time, they can tell the wizard parents of the little wizards that Hogwarts is now safe under the investigation of Ministry of Magic."
Hagrid leaned on the chair and said dullly.
"..."
"By the way, this matter has been going on for so many years, why do you suddenly think of investigating?" Hagrid asked.
"Originally, I just wanted to find the monster that killed Myrtle, but now there is another reason. Do you want to be accused of the so-called murderer?" Kayson took out a small diamond pickaxe, knocked off a piece of Rock Cakes and soaked it in milk.
"Oh... Thank you Kayson."
"It's okay. What you said, Hagrid and Basilisk, do you have specific information about them? Or do you know their information books?"
"I'll sort out a copy and give it to you."
"Thank you very much."
Hagrid leaned forward, and patted Kayson's shoulder with his big hand. "I should say thank you. You are helping me outright. I don't have as powerful magic as you, and my mind is not as fast as yours. I can't help you with anything else, but fortunately I know Fantastic Beastss well enough."
"You can't come and go in the wind and rain in the castle to help me investigate the real culprit and clear my mind, while I hide in this house eating Rock Cakes and drinking hot coffee? Although I tend to mess up other things, I can still do things within my ability."
"OK OK, I'm not doing this for you, or you're just passing by. I'm doing it for the victims, Myrtle, and the little wizards who are the potential victims."
Kayson wanted to pat Hagrid's shoulder, but there was a big coffee table in the middle, so he had no choice but to pat Hagrid's big head, which was close to the coffee table.
"Hmm..."
"Emmm..."
Kayson rarely heard a trace of vibrato from Hagrid's tone, so he simply said nothing and left quietly.
After all, the boss still has to save some face.
In the office, Kayson picked up the chalk and wrote Hagrid and Basilisk on the blackboard, then stared at the blackboard.
After a while, other than the pain in his eyes, he had no other results.
Fortunately, I stopped reasoning for the time being. I put the chalk behind my ear and took out a bottle of grape juice [fermented version] from under the desk.
Just as he was choosing a goblet from the cabinet, the red crystal ball on the desk suddenly lit up.
Kayson pressed it casually, and the office door in the distance opened.
Neville was smarter this time. He was riding a broomstick, which looked like Harry and Nimbus 2000, and slowly flew over.
Although Neville's flying broomstick riding skills are not as fast as those of the Quidditch student team, it is still much better than riding on legs.
"Hello, Professor."
"Hmm, are you coming to class? Or is there something else?"
Kayson subconsciously wanted to pour a cup for Neville, but then suddenly realized something was wrong and quickly replaced it with a cup of black tea.
Neville sat on his seat, took out a piece of parchment from his pocket, and spread it on the desk.
"This is my design for Harry. Harry, as Seeker, has to wear goggles and glasses, which is uncomfortable, so I wanted to make him this kind of one that can protect his eyes from wind and not throw off his glasses."
Kayson took a closer look at the parchment. It was more of a concept drawing than a design drawing. After all, there was a picture and description of the effect of round-framed glasses at most.
"It's a good idea. Have the matching materials and Runes been designed?"
"Professor in the back."
Kayson turned it over, took a look at it and praised it.
"It's not bad. You're a good student."
"Actually, I asked Professor Runes for advice." Neville said with some embarrassment.