"That's right, Cedric isn't like that at school."
"No, no, no, he absolutely did not have the subjective intention to torture and kill the dragon; it was because of the assignment I gave him."
"That's how it is; I made him kill the dragon. This wasn't his subjective will, do you understand?"
"If you have any other issues, you can go talk to Dumbledore, or I can introduce you to someone, Arthur! Come here!"
Only after sending away the reporters who came to find fault with Cedric for a big news story—or to put it more bluntly, scaring them away—did Kayson finally breathe a sigh of relief and return to the Great Hall.
As for why he scared them… because Cedric, ill-advisedly, said, "If you have any issues, go talk to my Professor Kayson."
Kayson, passively taking the blame, also followed suit and passed the buck, telling those reporters to go talk to Dumbledore if they had any questions.
Of course, Cedric didn't just throw one problem back; there was another problem he couldn't shake off, although strictly speaking, this problem wasn't thrown back by Cedric; it should be said that he actively snatched it back from Cedric's shoulders.
That was Cedric's cruel method of killing the dragon. It was fine for a Professor like him to take the blame for such a thing, as he already had the golden rice bowl of Hogwarts, and he wasn't lacking in prestige.
But Cedric was different; he was still young and so excellent. If he were to be labeled as cruel because of this Triwizard Tournament, it would significantly harm his future development.
After shedding both of these burdens from Cedric's shoulders, he swayed his way to the front of the Castle, continuing his steps towards the Great Hall.
After all, after an afternoon of competition, the next event was a grand dinner to celebrate the Little Wizards' achievements.
Madam Maxime stood in front of Kayson, taking a deep breath. She now had at least two questions to ask.
"Whose work is Harry Potter's so-called Alchemy backpack, exactly?" Madam Maxime asked calmly.
"Harry, I don't have the inclination to make toys for those Young Wizards," Kayson said without batting an eye.
"That had better be the case… Then what about Cedric Diggory's so-called mechanical arm?" Madam Maxime continued to ask.
"This is Alchemy, just like bloodline magic and Dark Arts, it's a form of knowledge. If you think there's a problem, then for the next Triwizard Tournament, you can choose to ban these types of magic. For example, Durmstrang forbids the use of Dark Arts, Hogwarts forbids the use of Transfiguration and Alchemy, and Beauxbatons forbids the use of Charms. That would be better… What do you say?" Kayson asked, raising an eyebrow.
"...Hmph." Madam Maxime was choked into silence and huffily moved aside.
"Of course, the use of Alchemy is not a patent of Hogwarts; Beauxbatons and Durmstrang can also use it. For example, you can go find Nicolas Flamel; perhaps he'll have some old stock or something," Kayson added, turning his head.
The dinner in the Great Hall today was exceptionally good, perhaps because the House-elves in the dining hall were celebrating the excellent results of Hogwarts' two champions.
And these good results also infected most of Hogwarts. For example, in the practical Alchemy class on campus the next day, the third-year Little Wizards laid the Alchemy tracks much more efficiently than usual.
As the last section of Alchemy track was laid and the final inch of gap was filled with redstone powder, Kayson finally completed the general transformation of Hogwarts.
At least now, the hogwarts titan could move completely. If someone controlled it from the center, it could even walk, and if that person had some skill, it could even perform military boxing.
What a beautiful thing it was.
Returning to a corner of the Alchemy office, Kayson had cordoned off a small area with nether alloy blocks, which could be regarded as the brain of the entire hogwarts titan. After all, the soul branch technology needed a centralized processing unit before being distributed to various parts of Hogwarts.
And this small nether alloy house was for that purpose.
Inside, Kayson debugged it again and again with soul branches and intricate redstone wiring, until finally, after the commands were perfectly transmitted through the redstone and soul branches, he left the small nether alloy house with satisfaction, then sealed it completely.
He then took a specially made necklace and walked towards Professor McGonagall's office.
....
"So… if I just wear this necklace, I can control Hogwarts?" Professor McGonagall excitedly took the necklace. After she heard what Kayson had said, she suddenly calmed down and asked seriously.
"Apparently, yes," Kayson nodded.
"Then what exactly should I do?" Professor McGonagall asked.
"You wear it first. When you need to pilot Hogwarts, you just need to open the outer casing of the necklace, then press the button inside. Your soul will connect with the soul branch and begin to control Hogwarts," Kayson explained.
"I guess there will be side effects, right?"
"The side effect is a week-long soul exhaustion. The pilot will need to lie in the Medical Wing for three or four days before being able to get out of bed… If you don't like it, I can give it to someone else," Kayson said, extending his hand, which Professor McGonagall swatted away.
"It's decided, it's me. I don't trust anyone else," she said, caressing the necklace around her neck, unable to stop herself from wanting to laugh out loud.
"Oh… alright, Professor McGonagall, I wish you fun in the future, if there ever comes a day when this big guy is needed," Kayson said with a half-moon smile, looking at Professor McGonagall with a hint of teasing.
"Hmm, is there anything else I need to pay attention to?" Professor McGonagall continued to ask.
"No need. I specifically went to Lockhart to make a reporter containment package. When you press the button, the reporter containment package will connect to you along with the soul branch."
"That sounds pretty good, but I really didn't expect Lockhart to have such talent; it's not too much of a disgrace to Ravenclaw…" Professor McGonagall said gleefully.
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