After class, Kayson hummed a tune as he returned to his office. His teachers often told him in school that reviewing old knowledge helps one gain new insights. By breaking down and thoroughly teaching the knowledge of reinforced magic talismans to the Little Wizardss, he himself gained a deeper understanding of this knowledge.
For example, he can now reinforce a damage magic spell twice to its limit in a magic book, then draw a reinforced magic talisman in the air for a third reinforcement.
For instance, if a normal person has ten hearts, and each heart represents two health points, then one person has twenty health points.
A basic damage magic spell deals five points of damage. After three reinforcements, it deals exactly twenty points of damage, which is essentially a low-end Avada Kedavra.
"Using this is much more natural and harmless than a Wither Skeleton," Kayson said, flipping to another page of the magic book. The Newborn Magic Art Magic Book not only allows for editing magic but also the sound effects and voices of magic.
So, based on this... Heh heh heh heh heh...
Sirius, who had infiltrated Gryffindor Tower for reconnaissance, still hadn't found Ron's dormitory. Dragging his exhausted body back to the office, he casually piloted a ship into the office's working area.
Then he saw Kayson holding a book, and that book was furiously unleashing a sickly green magic towards a dummy.
Each time, it was accompanied by a booming sound.
Sirius's dog face was filled with surprise. The magic Kayson was using looked like Avada, sounded like Avada, and his intuition now told him, this was Avada.
From a creature's natural fear of death, in an instant, Sirius's head stopped twitching, and his tongue stopped lolling out. He immediately floored the accelerator, spun the steering wheel, and vanished with a swift drift.
It was like drifting through a sewer pipe.
"So... who taught you this magic?" A voice suddenly appeared behind Kayson, startling him so much he almost threw a low-end Avada.
It wasn't until he saw Dumbledore that he breathed a sigh of relief: "Aren't you trying to scare me to death? Don't you know if I really threw that at you, you'd be gone?" Kayson said with a sigh of relief.
"Actually, I can block it." Dumbledore walked to the dummy, looked left and right, and finally breathed a sigh of relief: "If it's about being scary, you're the truly scary one. Do you know how shocking it is for a Principal to suddenly sneak into a Professor's office and then see the Professor desperately casting sickly green magic at a dummy?"
"After all, that thing is too much like the Killing Curse."
"I can adjust the color of this thing. If I want, I can even adjust it to red, making enemies think it's... Expelliarmus." Kayson said, flipping through the pages, and soon another red magic flew towards the dummy.
"Is this a new magic you researched yourself?" Dumbledore found a seat and sat down.
"Yes, you're really not being polite. There's black tea under the coffee table. By the way, why did you suddenly come here, and what do you mean by asking who taught me?" Kayson walked over and took a hot water kettle from a nearby shelf.
"I don't think someone like you can learn the Killing Curse, nor do I think it's a good idea for you to learn the Killing Curse, so I will... never mind, that's not the Killing Curse."
"...What are you saying? You're being vague, but honestly, let me guess, do you have another annoying task for me?" Kayson said.
Dumbledore shook his head: "It's not about that. What I need to tell you is... Gellert told me about this."
"...You speak."
"Gellert said you want to mend his and my relationship?" Dumbledore said.
"How does he tell you everything... No... You're not Dumbledore." Kayson looked at Dumbledore with a puzzled expression.
Dumbledore shrugged helplessly: "Alright." Then, almost instantly, he transformed back to his original appearance—Grindelwald.
"How did you recognize me?"
"Although Dumbledore can be openly annoying sometimes, honestly, he wouldn't tell me such private matters. After all, even though he's never explicitly said it, I can tell he always treats me like a child."
"He always thinks I need looking after, that I need someone to watch over me. If he doesn't hear from me for a while, he assumes I've caused some major trouble."
"So when you first appeared in my office using some unknown method and were surprised by my actions, I didn't doubt you at all, because Dumbledore treats me like a child, so he knows if I learned the Killing Curse, his first reaction would definitely be the same as yours: surprise, anger, and then asking who taught me."
"You played that part well. You really understand him," Kayson explained.
"I might be the person who understands him best now... So how did you figure out it was me disguised as him?" Grindelwald nodded knowingly and then asked.
"As I said, would you confide your... romantic history to a child?" Kayson shrugged.
"Good deduction."
Kayson was quite pleased with this compliment. Although he was slightly inferior, even dimensionally suppressed, compared to some gifted individuals, that was when he compared himself to Holmes.
Is losing to Holmes embarrassing? No, it's not embarrassing.
But compared to Wizards whose logical abilities were somewhat awkward, Kayson also got to experience the thrill of being a big shot.
"Alright, since you're not Dumbledore... so you're fine?"
"Actually, there is something... Did you know Albus isn't an only child?" Grindelwald said.
Kayson shook his head.
"He has a brother, the owner of the Hog's Head Inn, and a sister named Ariana. She passed away, and it was because of this incident that we gradually grew apart."
"So... you two, because of Ms. Ariana, specifically?" Kayson asked.
"That's what I'm going to tell you. That day, I, Albus, and Aberforth, his brother, fought in Dumbledore's old house. We don't know whose spell suddenly hit Ariana, who had come downstairs to see what was happening. It was because of that incident," Grindelwald explained.
"Very... Whose spell was that?" Kayson said, hesitating.
"It wasn't mine. The spell I cast at the time was blocked by Aberforth. Aberforth's spell at the time was a protective charm," Grindelwald sighed.
"So, Dumbledore..." Kayson murmured.
"He was blinded by one of my Flash Charms at the time, so he unleashed an attribute-less magic. This is his usual method to deflect other people's spells," Grindelwald continued.
"So what you're saying is..."
Grindelwald took a deep breath: "This is a hurdle he and I can't get past. It used to be fine, but now that I... never mind... If he asks, please tell him for me that the spell from back then was cast by me."
"But that spell wasn't cast by you." Kayson frowned.
"A Dark Wizard who commits all kinds of evil, a person called the Dark Lord, killed an Obscurial, and a brother killed his sister. Which of these two do you think is easier for people to accept?"
"You are his favorite Professor, and I hope you can be worthy of his affection and favoritism towards you."
Grindelwald said with a smile.
Kayson sighed: "...Okay."
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