"Alright, class dismissed. Remember to hand in your essays later... Oh, do you still want to... Never mind, the Wither matter can be discussed later, perhaps when Dumbledore isn't at Hogwarts."
"Also, some good news: your Professor Lockhart probably won't have time to teach you lessons recently. Within the next two weeks, he will be holed up in his office researching essays. So, Professor Snape will still be substituting for your Defense Against the Dark Arts Class for these two weeks."
"The school hasn't officially announced this yet. I just happened to know and am telling you, so don't be late for the next Defense Against the Dark Arts Class."
Kaisen said, collecting the books from the podium and walking directly up the stairs hidden behind the blackboard back to his office.
After changing his clothes, he apparated outside and walked towards the Great Hall on the first floor.
It was said that the House-elves in the kitchen had roasted over a dozen sheep today, so he absolutely had to go take a look...
Upon arriving at the Great Hall, he saw several Professors gathered there, whispering about something, until Hagrid looked up and saw Kaisen, instinctively moving to walk towards him.
"Hey Kaisen, let me ask you..."
Before Hagrid could finish, Professor Flitwick, quick as a flash, put him in a chokehold.
"Mmmph... Huh?"
Professor Snape walked over and, with a helpless expression, led Hagrid back. Kaisen was momentarily stunned by the back-and-forth.
"What are you... doing?"
"Nothing, nothing. Hagrid accidentally drank too much when he mixed alcohol into his Potion and messed up his brain. It's fine, come quickly and eat." Professor Sprout pulled Kaisen back to the Professors' table, and the other Professors also remained silent.
"Uh... what a strange atmosphere."
Kaisen put a lamb chop on his plate and looked curiously at Snape...
With a grim face, there was no need to ask; he knew he wouldn't get anything out of him.
Professor Sprout... gave an awkward but polite smile.
Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick buried their faces as deep as possible into their plates.
"Hagrid... Hagrid?"
Hagrid looked up at Kaisen.
"What are you discussing?"
Hagrid scratched his head awkwardly: "Nothing, I can only tell you it's a very—Ouch!"
Professor Flitwick picked up his fork again, as if he had done nothing.
"Uh, so mysterious, I don't understand you guys." Kaisen rubbed his chin, re-immersing himself in the ocean of eating.
At the entrance of the Great Hall, Madam Hooch walked in in a hurry. It wasn't that there was anything truly urgent; it was simply her personality.
She walked to the Professors' table and waved at Kaisen: "Kaisen, I just flew past your office window on my broom and didn't see you. I was wondering where you went."
Madam Hooch sat down, took off her gloves, and began to devour her food.
"Hmm... Why are you in such a hurry today?"
Kaisen asked.
"Isn't the Quidditch match tomorrow? So I thought I'd ask you to check the Quidditch balls. I've brought them all." Madam Hooch said.
"Okay, I've just finished eating."
Wiping his hands, he picked up the large box containing the Quidditch balls and placed it on the chair.
"Let me see... They're all normal wear and tear, no problems."
He then took out the Enchanting Table and re-Enchanted the pile of balls.
"Thank you so much, Kaisen, I promise when you—Ouch!" Madam Hooch suddenly paused mid-sentence, and Professor Flitwick picked up his knife and fork again to eat.
"Honestly, you're all very strange today. Hagrid was too, earlier."
"Uh... I just accidentally stubbed my toe, it's nothing."
"Alright."
Kaisen scratched his head, utterly confused, and returned to his office.
Time came to the next day, and by noon, almost all the Wizards in the school had gathered at the Quidditch pitch.
"Haven't you considered using a Weather Charm to make this weather a bit more normal? You're all wearing glasses right now. If it rains, you'd better pray your brooms don't stab your classmates." Kaisen complained while re-Enchanting the Quidditch players' brooms.
"Don't worry, Professor, Gryffindor fears no hardship! A lion's claws can skin and disembowel a slippery, slimy snake in any weather!" Wood, who was helping Harry check his Quidditch gear, quickly responded when he heard Kaisen's complaint.
"Too bad if you can even catch up." Flint sneered.
"Just insult each other two more times to call it even and stop. This is a Quidditch pitch, not UFC; we don't allow pre-match antics."
"Uh? What's UFC?"
"Nothing, you guys continue your insults."
After checking all the brooms, Kaisen apparated back to the Quidditch stands. He took out a large pile of snacks from his ring and distributed them to the surrounding Professors, eating and watching.
"Hmm... This candy tastes really good..." Dumbledore took a bag of candy from Kaisen's arms, tore open the wrapper, and said while eating.
Kaisen rolled his eyes and gathered the snacks from his lap closer to himself.
"Oh, Kaisen, let me have some, consider it my request." Dumbledore said with a smile.
"It's my fault you eat so fast, is it? Besides, these are all things I bought from a Muggle supermarket; you can't buy them in the magic world."
"Alright... Next time you go to the supermarket, would you mind taking me with you?" Dumbledore asked.
"Do you have money?"
"Hmm... While a Principal's salary isn't particularly high, I can afford some snacks."
Kaisen snapped his fingers: "Excellent! In that case, I won't bring money next time."
"Alright... But this isn't like you, is it?" Dumbledore was a bit puzzled. Kaisen, who usually threw Galleons around like he was throwing coins, was uncharacteristically... frugal.
"I can refine as much gold as I want myself. Pounds are my hard-earned money from working hard and renovating houses, so of course it's different."
"You can exchange them at Gringotts. They can also exchange Wizard money for Muggle money there." Hagrid reminded him.
"I exchanged some before, and then I found out those damn Goblins were using the Replication Charm to copy Pounds. The supermarket cashier almost called the police when she saw my stack of Pounds with the same serial number." Kaisen said through gritted teeth.
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