The train continued its journey, and Kayson even used Ender Teleportation several times to ascend into the sky to ensure there were no dangerous objects around the Hogwarts Express.
Thus, the train safely and peacefully headed towards Hogsmeade Village until evening.
He and the Aurors were the first to disembark, and together with the Iron Golems that emerged from Hogwarts, they formed a tight security perimeter from the station to the Black Lake and the essential path of the Nightmare Carriage.
After Kayson walked through to confirm its safety, he directly used Ender Teleportation to return to the Great Hall.
By this time, most of the Professors had returned to Hogwarts, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, Grindelwald, had uncharacteristically served for a second year, which was very rare…
Even Grindelwald, seeing Kayson's strange gaze, walked over helplessly and explained, "Lord Voldemort's curse was indeed very… ingenious, but in fact, it was just a curse that amplified existing conditions, without any forceful effect."
"For example, it could only affect those with impure foundations, or those who were weak."
Kayson twitched his mouth, looking at Grindelwald explaining earnestly, and said, "Your old man's foundation isn't clean either."
Grindelwald raised an eyebrow: "But I am excessively powerful."
Kayson nodded in deep agreement: "Well said, well said."
After he had helped out all around the Great Hall, he finally sat back in his seat, but he checked the seats with some confusion…
"Why is there an extra one?" he wondered.
"It's the Head of Moral Education sent by the Ministry of Magic, what's her name, didn't Dumbledore tell you?" Professor McGonagall walked over and said.
"Oh, he certainly told me, I even witnessed that Head of Moral Education's induction," Kayson curled his lip, kicked the extra chair aside, and then lightly tapped it with his knuckles.
With a thud, the entire chair shattered into small pieces.
"You really leave no… room," Professor McGonagall said with a smile, clearly she had wanted to do this for a long time, but her position as Deputy Principal and her professional ethics and morals did not allow her to do so.
"Room is left for people, by the way, Professor McGonagall, please remind the faculty to be sure to sit in their seats early," Kayson reminded.
"Of course, no problem," Professor McGonagall nodded and agreed.
Soon, the Professors also sat in their respective seats early at Professor McGonagall's request. Kayson, with mischief in his heart, asked Dumbledore about Umbridge's arrival time. After learning she would arrive in ten minutes, Kayson calculated the time on his fingers and felt deeply that the old ginger was spicier.
Dumbledore had something going on, a pure Hogwarts time management master.
Ten minutes later, Umbridge and the first-year Little Wizards entered the Great Hall together. She first posted orders from the Ministry of Magic on the largest blank wall in the Great Hall, such as no loud noise in the Great Hall, no contradicting Professors, no discussing irrelevant things…
After posting them, she looked towards the Professors' seats and, as expected, saw an empty seat. That empty seat was next to Dumbledore, which also indirectly showed Hogwarts' respect for her and the power of the Ministry of Magic standing behind her.
She held her neck high, like a proud peacock, and walked towards that position. Just as she was about to sit down with her plump backside, Dumbledore waved his wand to stop her action.
"This seat is Professor McGonagall's, Umbridge."
Umbridge's mouth twitched awkwardly. She then looked at the entire long table, and there was no seat for her… The only available seat was Professor McGonagall's…
Thinking of this, she instinctively wanted to curse, but then remembered she was currently at Hogwarts, and hundreds of Little Wizards below were watching her, so she forcibly swallowed the vulgar words that had reached her lips.
She took a deep breath, wanting the oxygen filling her lungs to recall some of her intelligence. Professor McGonagall was the Deputy Principal of Hogwarts and had been famous for a long time, and her temper was not very good.
More importantly, Professor McGonagall had resigned from the Ministry of Magic to become a Professor at Hogwarts back then, so she might not necessarily be afraid of her.
The others… Severus Snape, with a cold face, and it was said he once worked for You-Know-Who, couldn't afford to provoke him…
Filius, a short Wizard with Goblin blood… but it was said he was once a dueling champion…
Professor Sprout, a good person, but forget it, after all, she was a Dean…
Care of Magical Creatures… that big guy looked terrifying…
Arithmancy… an old man who was difficult to talk to…
Muggle Studies… her friends seemed to be many.
Madam Hooch of Flying Class… wow, she looked very formidable…
Alchemy… dirty things, dirty things! Get out of my eyes!
Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor… Holy cow, this old man was even more of a heavyweight, move your dead eyes quickly!
Finally, her small eyes darted around, and she finally found the only soft target at this long table, Divination Class Professor Trelawney.
She swayed over and patted Professor Trelawney's shoulder: "Professor Trelawney, would you mind if we switched seats?"
Professor Trelawney's eyes shifted as she looked at Umbridge: "Your seat is not here."
Umbridge's mouth twitched, then she said in a sickly sweet voice: "Of course I know, I mean, perhaps you could go back to your office first and let me sit here to receive the students' blessings and love. You know, today is my first day as a Professor."
Professor Trelawney shook her head: "I haven't had dinner yet."
Umbridge smiled, extended her plump hand and grabbed Professor Trelawney's shoulder, pulling her while saying: "I can order a House-elf to bring a separate portion of food to your office."
"That's a good suggestion, but I don't want to go…" Professor Trelawney said resistingly.
"Is Professor Trelawney being bullied by that thing dressed like a pink toad?" Hermione said with a gloomy face, sitting at the Gryffindor long table.
"What? Don't you always dislike Professor Trelawney?" Ron asked, puzzled.
"I only dislike her teaching methods, but that pink toad who framed Harry with the Dementor, I hate her on every level…" Hermione explained.
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