What surprised Kayson was not the trivial matter of whether Hermione had dropped a few tears or not; to be honest, Hermione was much stronger than she appeared and wouldn't cry over such a small thing.
What truly surprised him was that Hermione nodded dazedly, saying nothing, refuting nothing, just nodding: "I understand, Professor."
Kayson's pupils contracted as he looked at Hermione. This wasn't right, very wrong. Even if Hermione didn't refute, there's no way she would just accept it like this, right?
"Um… Hermione, are you angry?" he asked tentatively.
"No… I just suddenly realized something. Professor, you're right, the magic world isn't only oppressing House-elves. Compared to the macroscopic issue of one race oppressing another, the oppression of one class by another is far more important!" Hermione said, her eyes sparkling.
"So… what do you want to say?" Kayson asked.
"I spent some time in the Library recently, browsing through the past century's collections of The Daily Prophet… I found that most of the Ministry of Magic's leadership is basically pure-blood, with a small number of half-bloods, and occasionally a Muggle-born Wizard who becomes Minister is quickly pulled down."
"Besides liberating House-elves, I also want to liberate Muggle Wizards and half-blood Wizards!"
Kayson listened to Hermione's grand pronouncements, stroking his chin: "So, how do you plan to do that?"
"First, a small goal: become Minister for Magic!"
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap!
Kayson clapped like crazy: "Excellent, Hermione, you're finally back to normal! I wish you all the best!"
The other three Little Wizards looked at each other. They pondered for a moment. This way… does this mean Hermione won't pester them anymore?
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap!
"Fantastic!" The others also started clapping vigorously.
Kayson then picked up his life mentor script and began to relentlessly pour chicken soup into Hermione. Soon, Hermione was full and content, leaving the office with Harry and the others.
Kayson finally breathed a sigh of relief. As for Hermione wanting to be Minister for Magic, he was in favor. After all, strictly speaking, he was also a Muggle… well, a pure Muggle. He wasn't even a Muggle-born Wizard; he was purely a Muggle.
Anyway, if she became Minister for Magic, she probably wouldn't nag him about his food, clothing, housing, and transportation.
Perfect!
The next day…
Kayson wisely abandoned his lesson plans for this semester. Rather than writing lesson plans, he'd prefer to write papers, at least the latter could help him and his students gain some attribute points…
However, the effect of these attribute points was twofold: his own attribute points could be used to freeload meals at the Alchemy Association, and the latter could add luster to their resumes. Isn't this a pure win-win?
No, it's not just a win-win; it can also push the magic tree of the magic world forward. Isn't this a triple win?
That afternoon, in the Alchemy classroom.
"Ahem, did you hear any rumors about me during the summer holiday?" Kayson stood on the podium, coughing twice.
The fourth-year Little Wizards below looked at each other, bewildered, shaking their heads, not understanding what he meant.
"About me, about the Quidditch World Cup, did you not hear any strange rumors about me?" Kayson continued to ask.
At this moment, Draco suddenly reacted. He did remember one rumor related to Kayson. It was said that on that night… well, it wasn't just a rumor; it was true.
That night, Death Eaters, along with a large group of rabble, launched a riot. At that time, the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic, along with some righteous Wizards from the public, went to suppress it.
Everything else was fine, but it was said that thirty people mysteriously disappeared, and the riot site had thirty portions of minced meat…
And according to a Death Eater who wished to remain anonymous, the one who caused that tragedy… well, that Death Eater directly said it was Kayson who did it.
Thinking of this, Draco instinctively wanted to raise his hand, but before he could, he put it down again. After all, this kind of thing really wasn't anything good to talk about.
What if he blabbed and ended up becoming part of the minced meat himself?
Kayson, standing on the podium, watched the entire classroom of people huff and puff for half a minute without saying a word. He immediately felt a bit helpless and decided to be direct.
The next moment, the mechanical arms, mantis blades, and hidden blades on his body all emerged.
"You must have heard about these, right?"
The Little Wizards suddenly understood: "So, Professor, are you going to teach us how to make these cool things?"
Kayson nodded: "I think it's time. Last class, you learned the basic rules of mechanical power, or rather, magic transmission. So, this class is the time to test your results."
"...It's definitely not to make you write papers for me… but I still need you to write papers for me." After he said this, he regretted it a bit, as it sounded rather sharp.
Anyway, that was the gist of it.
After he showed the Little Wizards the mechanical arms all over his body, the class began to get to the point.
"Children, you need to study!" he said while picking up chalk and writing large sections of notes on the blackboard.
"Do you understand this?" Kayson said, pointing his thumb at the notes behind him.
The Little Wizards looked at each other and shook their heads in unison.
"It's okay if you don't understand. You'll understand once you've personally made a most basic mechanical arm."
Then he waved his hand, and the power of MC solidified into a massive amount of tiny blocks in mid-air, which were then assembled into the most basic parts of a mechanical arm.
"Today is your first class, and I won't make it difficult for you. Your task is very simple: freely assemble your unique mechanical arm using various parts. Each joint needs to achieve 720 degrees of movement, and there also needs to be an energy transmission channel…"
"..." Kayson's 'Yan State Map' was very long this time. Only now did he state the most important assignment for this class: "Also, everyone needs to write me a three-foot paper, which needs to be substantial. Your papers will be published in the Europe Alchemy Journal."
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