"Don't ask too much about matters of the world," Kasenhis said shyly.
"Oh, alright, Professor. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about what happened today." Orlant nodded in sudden understanding, then lowered his head obediently and prepared to leave.
This time, Kasenhis didn't stop him.
Instead, he sat back down on the sofa as enchanted runes slowly emerged from the void in front of him, forming a massive circular rune array.
The array then split into layers, and a beam of light gradually condensed in the centre, forming a targeting beacon.
"So the spell that nearly killed me back then wasn't cast by some mage, but a compound spell invented by my own student?" Kasenhis said in astonishment.
Then he quickly came to another realisation.
"Hogwarts really is fucking overflowing with talent!"
"My current student almost killed the past me? Damn it!"
Kasenhis felt his defences completely collapse and nearly keeled over on the spot.
Early the next morning...
Beautifully resurrected, everyone!
Kasenhis sat up in bed, rubbed his face, and let out a sound like Backkom the unlucky bear.
"Oooooh... aaah!"
After a quick wash, he didn't even bother putting on any clothes underneath. He simply threw a wizard's robe over himself, teleported out of his office, and headed for the Great Hall.
It wasn't until Kasenhis sat down at the staff table that Snape noticed he had come to breakfast wearing a pair of oversized slippers.
"Can't be helped. Last night I forgot to take out the clothes I was going to wear today, and I also agreed to the house-elves' deep-cleaning plan. So right now, the only thing I have available is this outer wizard's robe," Kasenhis said bitterly.
"Doesn't it chafe?" Dumbledore leaned his head over and asked. "Your robe looks like it's made of linen."
"It's fine. It's not like there aren't benefits."
"Such as?"
"It's cooler!" Kasenhis said with a grin.
In the end, Dumbledore still kicked Kasenhis back to his office and told him to hurry up and put on some clothes. If they were still wet, dry them with magic. If that still didn't work, wear his diamond armour.
In short, he needed to put on something normal that wouldn't expose anything.
"One after another, not a shred of youthful vitality between them."
Kasenhis helplessly opened his wardrobe.
The clothes inside were hanging neatly in rows.
He casually grabbed a set and started changing.
When Kasenhis left his office, he ran into Professor McGonagall, who was dealing with two young wizards who had gotten into a fight.
She raised an eyebrow.
"Oh? Learned a Drying Charm?"
Kasenhis shook his head awkwardly.
"Not a Drying Charm. I learned how to bullshit my way through things."
"Sirius and the others have corrupted you. Think about your first and second years at Hogwarts. Such a fine young man. Of course, you're still not bad now."
With that, Professor McGonagall led the two young wizards back to her office.
Kasenhis, meanwhile, decided to head outside and find something entertaining to do.
After all, he had spent enough time in his office lately to learn from experience.
If he didn't go looking for trouble, trouble would come looking for him.
You could practically call him someone born with a natural affinity for trouble.
As for where he should go once he left?
"Dumbledore! Congratulations on striking it rich!"
Kasenhis sat in Dumbledore's chair, wrote a note, then stuck it onto the liquor cabinet in the corner. While he was at it, he also took out several bottles of alcohol he hadn't tried before.
As for why Dumbledore wasn't in his office?
Wasn't that a good thing?
And even if he had been in the office, Kasenhis would have taken them anyway!
Creak...
"Holy shit!"
Kasenhis's expression changed dramatically. He hurriedly flipped himself out the window and jumped down.
Meanwhile, Dumbledore walked in with Harry and Neville.
"I completely understand that the two of you want to help Ron and Hermione, two people who were originally meant to end up together. I even think what you're doing is noble and admirable."
"But that is not a reason for you to pull black stockings over your heads, sneak into Professor Snape's office in the middle of the night, and steal his potion ingredients!"
Neville, who still had stocking marks pressed beneath his lips, awkwardly scratched the back of his head.
Harry was a little better off. Perhaps the stocking he had found was larger, because there were no marks on his face.
They were on his neck instead.
"If we ordered the ingredients from an apothecary by owl, it would take too long. And some of the ingredients require wand verification," Harry said pitifully.
"Mm, apothecaries are indeed much stricter now than they used to be because... no, that still isn't a reason for you to commit theft in Professor Snape's office in the middle of the night!"
Dumbledore realised halfway through that he had gone off topic and hurriedly dragged the conversation back.
"Alright, Professor. What punishment do we have to accept?" Neville took a deep breath, clearly already prepared for it.
"The punishment will naturally be decided by Professor Snape. After your classes end tonight and you've finished dinner, you are to report to his office and serve detention with him for one week," Dumbledore said slowly.
"And what else?" Harry asked innocently.
"You want more? Didn't Professor Snape already deduct points?" Dumbledore asked, putting on a look of surprise.
As Harry looked up toward the ceiling, Neville quickly patted him on the arm.
Harry turned to him in confusion.
"Why are you hitting me?"
Neville sighed helplessly.
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.
If Harry refused to learn from experience, then he would simply have to be taught again.
"Of course, if you're asking whether there are any other punishments, there are. Because of your... stupidity, twenty points from Gryffindor."
Harry visibly relaxed.
Neville, meanwhile, rolled his eyes helplessly.
Those twenty points hadn't needed to be deducted at all.
Just as the two of them were about to leave, Dumbledore suddenly remembered something.
"Oh, right. Take this with you."
Harry turned back and saw Dumbledore pull a small silver bottle from a drawer.
"What is it?" Harry asked.
"Polyjuice Potion."
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