"Cough, cough… that is, if I were to help them in the way you're suggesting now, would they still accept it?" Kayson asked.
The three looked at each other: "Uh, Professor, your talent should be focused on Alchemy. Human relations are still too much for you."
"Emmmm…"
Evidently, aside from Ron who was busy grading homework, the other three Little Wizardss sensed the strong resentment emanating from Kayson and began to lower their presence, leaving the office.
The Weasley Twins' plan to take a leave of absence was temporarily put on hold. After all, he still needed to find time to discuss it with Professor McGonagall and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.
To be honest, Professor McGonagall was relatively easy to deal with, and Mr. Weasley wasn't unapproachable, but Mrs. Weasley was likely the true final boss.
Just as he was leaning back in his office chair, pondering what the Weasley Twins should do, Ron slowly put down his half-graded homework and walked over.
"Logically, they shouldn't have come to you for help," Ron said, puzzled.
Kayson tossed Ron an orange: "What kind of help are you talking about?"
"Hmm… financially. If they absolutely had to come to you for help, it should be to see if you know of any quick money-making jobs, or perhaps they just need to have their own time to… Professor, they didn't ask you to help them take a leave of absence, did they?" Ron said, eating his orange and suddenly looking at Kayson with understanding.
"Hmm…" Kayson didn't answer, only remained silent for a long time.
"I actually understand completely. I just had that thought, but I didn't want to say it because Harry and them were here."
"We all love our parents. They and I should be the same, after all, besides Percy, no one would look down on them for being poor…"
"But their poverty is indeed… uh… a fact. We all know they absolutely can't come up with that much money. At this point, George and Fred, knowing they don't have money, still went to ask them for it. It's like… forcing them to admit they're broke, and that's very embarrassing."
"That's why I didn't say anything when they were here, after all, what's the difference between that and a public execution?"
"Am I right?" Ron asked after finishing his orange.
Kayson nodded: "That's indeed the case."
"Including their leave of absence?" Ron asked.
"Including," Kayson nodded helplessly.
"Professor, they've really given you a big problem," Ron said, looking at Kayson with some bitterness: "Everyone else is easy to handle, it's just my mother."
"I know," Kayson rubbed his face with both hands: "If they're truly determined to go out and make a name for themselves, I was even planning to just accuse them of some crime and directly order them to take a leave of absence. That would save me from having to communicate with Mrs. Weasley."
A long silence filled the air, and the two seemed to realize something.
"This matter seems to…"
"It really has potential!"
The two said in unison.
"What about the charge then? I heard the other day they dealt with that pink toad Umbridge in the Alchemy classroom? How about we use that?" Ron suggested.
Kayson shook his head: "Of course not. That would make us seem afraid of the Ministry of Magic. I have class tomorrow, so how about we use the charge of them stepping into the classroom with their right foot?"
"...Hehe…"
"Alright, we'll discuss the charge issue later. Let's first look at your broomstick." Kayson decided to temporarily set aside the Weasley Twins' charge issue and turned to Ron's problem.
However, unfortunately, while the two of them were researching in the office, Umbridge, sitting in the Hogwarts Quidditch stands, was also watching the Quidditch players training.
Watching those players soar freely and joyfully in the sky caused her a strange physiological discomfort.
Especially since in just a few days at Hogwarts, she had received insults that surpassed all the humiliation she had experienced in her entire life…
Soon, a reasonable, legal, and perfectly annoying plan for Hogwarts, which the Ministry of Magic could execute, formed in her mind.
Without delay, she pulled out her broomstick from her pocket and flew into the distance. Only after leaving the Hogwarts grounds did she Apparate back to the Ministry of Magic.
Buzz!
"Minister! Amazing news!" Umbridge burst into Fudge's office, then saw Fudge's displeased gaze, quickly shivered, retreated, knocked on the door again, and then entered.
"Hmm, tell me what's going on," Fudge said.
"I've thought of a way to perfectly trip up Hogwarts, and Hogwarts can only suffer in silence," Umbridge said excitedly.
"Well, tell me," Fudge sighed.
"We can ban Little Wizardss under eighteen from using broomsticks," Umbridge said.
"And then a few years later, you'll find that in international Quidditch matches, our England will be beaten like a son by all other countries! You're really good at researching!" Fudge said, both annoyed and amused.
"Uh… then Professor, we…" Umbridge became a bit unsure of herself.
"Do it, why not do it? Why not? It's the England magic world that first wronged me… It's not me who wronged them… It's not me who wronged them…"
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