"magic? Hmm... are you trying to say something unique? Because I heard her say she hasn't made any friends yet," Kaisen asked, sitting directly on the ground.
"You could say that, but it's due to each Little Wizards's personality. Not everyone is likable or enjoys making friends. Many people prefer solitude, especially those from Ravenclaw. Books and knowledge are their best friends."
Professor Flitwick explained.
"I see... as long as everything is alright."
"Don't worry about that. Luna is much, much stronger than she looks."
"Mhm."
Kaisen said, putting on his gloves and picking up a piece of lamb to eat.
Meanwhile, Hagrid, at some unknown point, walked over carrying two barrels of wine.
"You know what I'm going to do, right?" Hagrid said, showing his big teeth.
"Of course."
Kaisen summoned two wine glasses from the office area.
.....
The next day...
"Ugh..."
"If I drink again, I'm a dog."
Kaisen clutched his hungover head and crawled out of bed, struggling to pour some milk into his mouth until he felt a little better.
Coming downstairs to the office, he saw gifts piled up to the ceiling in the corner. He excitedly rubbed his hands together like a fly and immediately started unwrapping them.
Professor McGonagall's dark red Wizard hat—beautiful, he put it on.
Professor Flitwick left a silver griffin statue.
Professor Sprout sent a pie that could never be finished, no matter how much you ate... Kaisen had never seen such a magical pie before.
Lockhart... that guy actually sent a self-portrait... but thankfully it wasn't a magic self-portrait, otherwise he really might not have been able to resist planting Lockhart in a flowerpot.
But now he would be much gentler, like head-up.
However, what pleased him most was the giant redstone lamp screen built by the Little Wizards on Black Lake.
He had already shrunk it and placed it on his desk.
Hmm, satisfied, indescribably satisfied.
After unwrapping all the gifts and finding suitable places for them, he began the arduous task of rebuilding the floor-to-ceiling window.
Last night, he had accidentally gotten carried away and completely destroyed the entire pane of glass.
As Chic as he was breaking the glass then, that's how pathetic he was rebuilding the window now.
After spending most of the day rebuilding the floor-to-ceiling window, Kaisen finally took out the magic manual again.
He laid the magic manual flat on the desk. The map of Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, which he had copied from the Room of Requirement, floated above the book like a holographic projection.
He could move it freely with his finger until all the disordered points, lines, and planes were realigned.
The only difficulty was that this map was 3D, making realignment much harder than with a 2D map.
"You damn Lord Voldemort brat, you'd better pray you die quickly, or you'll suffer terribly!" Kaisen gritted his teeth, piecing together the map, not even noticing Dumbledore walk up to his desk.
"Ahem," Dumbledore coughed softly twice.
"Hmm? What's wrong?" Kaisen looked up and asked.
"No, how did you get in?"
"The office door wasn't locked."
"Alright, what's up?" Kaisen asked.
"Remus has run into a bit of trouble," Dumbledore said.
"Hmm, tell me."
"There's an ambitious Werewolf in England named Fenrir Greyback. He was the one who bit Remus when he was a child."
"He's an ambitious man, and in some ways, a clumsy leader, ruling over a large group of Werewolves less powerful than him through violence and terror. However, thanks to your enchantment book cure, a large number of Werewolves have shed their Werewolf identity."
"Lycanthropy is no longer an incurable disease. In the past, he only needed to bare his fangs, and Wizards would choose to settle things peacefully. But now, a Galleon can cure lycanthropy, so he has lost his most effective threat—the ability to make Wizards submit just by baring his fangs."
"He resents you."
Kaisen stroked his chin.
"So... he resents me, so he should come to Hogwarts to find me. What does this have to do with Lupin?"
"Remus has been constantly traveling to various Werewolf gathering places to promote the enchantment book cure. This has directly turned Greyback's rule into a ridiculous joke, so Greyback has been hunting Remus for a while now," Dumbledore explained.
"Oh, Lupin is incredibly skilled. Can a Werewolf really do anything to him?"
"It's not just about helping him defeat Greyback, but also about persuading him to return to Hogwarts to take over the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor position next term. Lockhart has officially submitted his resignation to me. He's going to St. Mungo's at the end of this term," Dumbledore said somewhat awkwardly.
"Did his thesis get published? I was thinking of giving Neville a surprise for Christmas," Kaisen said.
"He will. The Longbottoms have invited you to spend Christmas with them this year. They've sent you many letters, but you haven't replied, so they came to ask me."
"Actually... I don't really want to go."
"Then don't go." Dumbledore naturally put the letter he had already taken out back: "It just so happens I haven't replied to them either. We can just say the owlery caught fire or a batch of letters were blown away by the wind."
Dumbledore left, and Kaisen closed the magic manual in his hand.
Regarding the invitation from Neville's parents, he rejected it without even thinking. Firstly, strictly speaking, this matter was Lockhart's credit; he was only a matchmaker. Secondly, he really disliked visiting other people's homes.
And then there was Lupin. Half the term had passed, and it was almost Christmas.
Kaisen absolutely trusted his skills. Dumbledore sending him to Lupin wasn't really to help Lupin deal with Greyback; the main purpose was to get Lupin to agree to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts Class Professor.
Of course, that would be next term. This term, Snape was still substituting, and honestly, he had thoroughly enjoyed teaching for nearly half the term.
Finally, there was that damned 3D map in the magic manual. He had to admit, when it came to mathematics and geometry, his own skills were no match for true geniuses.
However, he wasn't without a solution. He could import this geometric figure into a digital format and let the true math experts solve it, for instance, by going back to his alma mater, Manchester, and finding those math gurus...
Wait a minute...
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