Hagrid stood on the second-floor balcony, using his wand to control an enormous spatula as it constantly flipped the slices of meat inside the giant pot.
Kasenhis was also floating in the air, curiously looking down to see how the meat was cooking.
And honestly, this gigantic pot full of gigantic chunks of meat...
Damn...
This was straight-up Nikocado Avocado territory!
The first people to catch wind of it were the Hufflepuff Quidditch team.
Their charge toward the food was also the fiercest.
And almost every single one of them carried their eating tools on their person. You could genuinely find cutlery if you searched them.
No one knew why they needed to bring that stuff to Quidditch practice.
The Gryffindor team followed close behind.
After all, it wasn't every day someone got the chance to eat Hippo Stir-Fried with Elephant.
This was truly an opportunity that might never come again.
Kasenhis, meanwhile, was holding the dragon cookbook and flipping through it to see whether it contained any other dishes.
Something like stewed whale or cold giraffe salad.
The kind of outrageous cuisine that could get you thrown straight into jail just for looking at it.
Kasenhis sat on the eaves reading the cookbook while the young wizards lined up in a surprisingly orderly fashion, waiting for Hagrid's grand dish.
"Kasenhis, come here for a moment! Stop watching Hagrid cook!"
Professor McGonagall's voice suddenly came from the distance.
Kasenhis instinctively turned his head.
Professor McGonagall was speaking to him from her office through some kind of magic.
"Coming, coming."
He immediately used Ender Blink and appeared outside Professor McGonagall's office, then knocked on the door.
"No need to knock. Just come in."
Professor McGonagall opened the door and let Kasenhis inside.
"What happened?" Kasenhis asked.
"Dumbledore is ill. Very seriously ill," Professor McGonagall said anxiously.
"Huh?"
Kasenhis's first instinct was that Dumbledore was pretending.
After all, Dumbledore had only just been talking about faking his death, and now he had suddenly fallen ill.
How could there possibly be such a coincidence?
And judging by Professor McGonagall's current expression, she apparently didn't know about it either.
Though that was normal enough.
A fake death was a fake death.
If everyone knew about it, then it wasn't a fake death.
It was a holiday.
But what if it was real?
Dumbledore was very old, after all.
What if he really was about to die?
Wouldn't that mean his position as Head of Hufflepuff, and even the position of Headmaster of Hogwarts, were getting closer and closer?
Kasenhis stroked his chin and considered the matter.
Highly possible!
"We need to go to the Headmaster's office right now. See whether you have any of those miraculous alchemical techniques or potions that can save Dumbledore. Severus and Horace have already gone ahead."
Professor McGonagall anxiously grabbed Kasenhis and started pulling him toward the Headmaster's office.
"Why don't I just use Ender Blink?" Kasenhis said.
"Even better," Professor McGonagall replied.
Kasenhis nodded.
An Ender field enveloped both of them, and in the next instant, they appeared inside the Headmaster's office.
Quite a few people had already gathered there.
Grindelwald, Snape, Slughorn, and now Kasenhis and Professor McGonagall.
But when Kasenhis saw the strange and conflicted expressions on Grindelwald, Snape, and Slughorn's faces...
They had probably already figured out what was wrong with Dumbledore...
He was faking it!
Of course, the instant Kasenhis saw Dumbledore, he also realised that the whole illness was fake.
Without changing his expression, he quietly cosplayed a certain person and took half a step backward, putting everyone else in front of him as a shield.
Then he subtly counted on his fingers.
Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Severus, Slughorn, Professor McGonagall, and himself.
Six people in total.
Five of them knew Dumbledore's illness was fake.
Only Professor McGonagall had been completely kept in the dark.
Tsk, tsk.
Who knew what would be waiting for Dumbledore when he happily returned from the dead?
Maybe Professor McGonagall would follow John Peanut's example and beat Dumbledore three separate times in three different places.
Kasenhis had already decided where.
Once in the Headmaster's office.
Once in the Great Hall.
Once on the Quidditch pitch.
And maybe when the time came, Dumbledore's fake death would earn him such a real beating from Professor McGonagall that the old man would actually end up embarking on that even greater adventure...
Hiss...
He was another step closer to becoming Headmaster.
Come on, Dumbledore.
Don't embarrass yourself.
Show some spirit and fight Professor McGonagall head-on!
At that moment, Professor McGonagall anxiously looked at Kasenhis.
"How is it, Kasenhis? Can Dumbledore be treated? Is there anything difficult about his condition?"
Kasenhis folded his arms across his chest.
Seeing that, Professor McGonagall felt as though the sky had collapsed.
Judging by his expression, Dumbledore's illness must be extremely serious.
Kasenhis, meanwhile, remained standing there with his arms folded.
He was simply trying to figure out how to fabricate Dumbledore's condition in a way that sounded reasonable.
After all, Snape and Slughorn had arrived before him, and none of them had coordinated their stories beforehand.
What if someone slipped up?
Still, Kasenhis had once been inside a medical classroom.
Granted, he had only been there to renovate it, but he had at least managed to pick up one phrase that could never really be wrong.
Kasenhis frowned and sighed.
Then he sat beside Dumbledore's bed, patted him on the shoulder, and said softly,
"For the time you have left, try to be happy. Eat whatever you want to eat. If Hogwarts doesn't have it, tell us. We'll find it for you."
The instant Professor McGonagall heard those words, her heart turned ice-cold.
Years ago, when she had visited the cousin-in-law of her neighbour's nephew at St Mungo's, the doctor had said exactly the same thing.
And the very next day...
Her neighbour's nephew's cousin-in-law had died!
Dumbledore didn't have much time left!
Professor McGonagall felt as though her heart had been struck by a hammer, and for a moment she could barely breathe.
Kasenhis, who was standing closest to her, quickly pulled over a chair and helped Professor McGonagall sit down.
"Dumbledore... Dumbledore, he... there's no saving him?" Professor McGonagall asked faintly, looking at Kasenhis.
"There's nothing I can do."
Kasenhis sighed and slowly shook his head.
In an instant, the entire office erupted into wails and howls.
Only Grindelwald and Snape looked at the room full of drama queens and their single victim, then slowly sighed.
I look at Hogwarts...
And I fear it's doomed!
I love Hogwarts!
That's exactly why I'm afraid Hogwarts is doomed!
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