Azkaban...
"Sirius Black..."
A voice suddenly startled the gaunt figure leaning against the corner, lost in thought.
...An Auror? You've come so deep... Heh heh heh heh...." Sirius was too lazy to lift his eyelids, mumbling incoherently.
"Look at this."
The owner of the voice pulled a crumpled newspaper from his pocket and tossed it towards Sirius.
The latter lazily picked up the newspaper; after all, a normal person needs to receive information, and Sirius in Azkaban clearly had no channel for receiving information.
A newspaper, perhaps very old, was still much better than counting the mortar lines on the opposite wall.
It wasn't until he picked up the newspaper and looked at the date, 1993...
He couldn't help but laugh aloud after seeing just the year. He drew a mark on the wall every day, and while not precise, it roughly indicated that it should be 1992 since he entered Azkaban.
"Where did you get such a newspaper from the future?" Sirius said with a wicked grin.
"Look at the content inside, sir."
Sirius shrugged; he would look without being reminded.
The person seemed worried about the dim light and threw over two small glowing cubes.
"Thanks." Sirius shifted into a comfortable position and began leisurely reading the newspaper, until he saw a piece of information that caught his attention.
The Weasley family winning the Galleon Grand Prize, and a group photo of their trip to Egypt.
In that group photo, there was a little something he knew all too well.
He suddenly looked at the figure outside the cell.
"You guessed correctly, in short... I've come back to prevent a mistake, to kill a person, and I need a capable helper," the figure said.
Sirius clutched the newspaper, looking at the figure before him: "If I can... will you help me?"
"Uh-huh.... If you help me accomplish what I need, then I will help you catch this rat."
"What mistake are you trying to prevent? Who are you going to kill?"
The figure approached and knelt down, the fluorite's light illuminating his face, which was covered by a lower-half mask.
The reflection from his monocle made Sirius rub the corner of his eye.
"I can't tell you what the mistake is, but the person I'm going to kill is... Kaisen Heath."
....
Safety off...
Fire!
Bang bang bang bang bang!!!!
A series of gunshots echoed through the shooting range. Kaisen stood behind a second-floor window of a nearby building; this was a concession from the Prime Minister.
"It seems Prime Minister is still reasonable," Dumbledore said with a smile, looking at the Prime Minister who was standing next to him, taking a call.
"Hmm... Wizards aren't only in England; France, Germany, America, and even the mysterious nation across the ocean have nearly twenty thousand Wizards. At this point, would I use England's Wizards for human experimentation? Am I a fool?" The Prime Minister said with a shrug.
"Actually, Prime Minister, you've missed the point, though this point is based on your perfect resolution of the incident and preventing it from escalating further," Kaisen said, leaning against the window.
"Professor... I remember you used to do custom orders, didn't you? I even had you customize a bracelet for my wife." The Prime Minister looked at Kaisen's highly recognizable handsome face, saying with some surprise, apparently not expecting him to be a Wizard.
"Uh... Are you also a Professor? Do you also like to change the subject?"
"Oh, my apologies, please continue."
"Because of your proactive handling, Prime Minister, the relationship between Muggles and Wizards has been well-prevented from sliding to a worse low point, so I can now state my true opinion."
"If we ignore the so-called war between Muggles and Wizards, my first thought upon seeing that laboratory wasn't Muggles experimenting on Wizards, but human experimentation itself," Kaisen said.
The Prime Minister handed his phone to the masked secretary beside him, pursing his lips somewhat awkwardly: "Are you saying... you're truly angry about human experimentation? And not about Muggles doing such things to Wizards?"
As he spoke, he pointed to the envelope on the table.
"Uh-huh, both actions are infuriating, but if I had seen Wizards tormenting Muggles, using Muggles for human experimentation, I would still have made the same choice," Kaisen said, nodding.
"Oh... You truly are a... high-minded Wizard, sir." The Prime Minister extended his hand and shook Kaisen's.
"Sir, your call." The masked secretary came over again with the phone, handed it to the Prime Minister, then quickly left with his head bowed.
Kaisen looked at the secretary with some confusion, then suddenly called out, "Lyme!"
The secretary was a bit embarrassed, instinctively looking at the Prime Minister. Only after seeing the Prime Minister nod did he turn around, take off his mask, and scratch his head awkwardly.
Kaisen pointed at him and the Prime Minister.
Lyme thought for a moment, then realized and said, "Prime Minister knows my identity."
"At first, I thought you'd go to the Ministry of Magic, but I see your future now is much brighter than it would be there." Kaisen finally relaxed and patted Lyme's shoulder, recalling how he had advised him during his seventh-year graduation exam last year.
As a Muggle-born Wizard, it's best to stay away from purebloods. He never expected him to go so far as to stay away from the magic world entirely.
"But why were you wearing a mask?"
Lyme said awkwardly, "I was afraid you'd be angry."
Kaisen looked bewildered: "Why would I be angry? But I am curious..." He said, lowering his voice slightly.
"It's only been a year since you graduated from Hogwarts... Logically, your Muggle education would only be elementary school."
Lyme, however, showed the smile unique to top students.
"Well... I self-studied courses while at Hogwarts, then took a day or two off in between to go back and take exams, so my current education, strictly speaking, is high school."
"When you go to university... if you don't know where to apply, I recommend Manchester; their civil engineering is first-class..."
Dumbledore stiffly watched Kaisen recruit for his alma mater, then angrily pulled him away, ready to leave.
As they left, he didn't forget to say goodbye to the Prime Minister and Lyme.
"Remember, Manchester!" Kaisen shouted.
"I think I need to give you a Hogwarts diploma, so next time you can say, 'Remember, Hogwarts!'" Dumbledore said sourly, his strange tone clearly indicating deep disapproval of Manchester.
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