"Then I truly thank him on his behalf," Dumbledore said faintly. "By the way, when do you plan to go?"
"Next holiday, perhaps. You know how busy my small elective class has become since the number of students increased? In a few years, it might even become a compulsory course," Kayson said with a bitter expression.
"How does it feel to be popular with students?"
"Though tiring… it's worth it." Kayson shrugged at Dumbledore, then used Ender Teleportation to arrive at the classroom downstairs.
After placing everyone's assignments on their seats in advance, it was a long wait for class to begin.
Soon, class was about to start, and a string of Little Wizards entered the classroom one after another, like dumplings being dropped into a pot.
Then, upon seeing the assignments spread out on their desks, they all grimaced.
"You all don't seem very happy," Kayson asked, sitting directly on the podium without much formality.
"Professor, with these results, we really don't know how to be happy."
Draco held up his assignment, covered in red crosses, and said somewhat helplessly.
And an assignment like Draco's was already among the top three in the entire third year.
Kayson, however, looked at the same scene and, to be honest, was very satisfied.
The Soul Sand Connection Runes he had assigned last class, telling them to research them as homework, he knew himself that it was beyond the scope for third-year Little Wizards to learn this.
So he had only given it to them as a preview assignment, but when the assignments were handed in, he was surprised to find that the Little Wizards had actually written something of substance.
Although not much, for these Little Wizards who were almost starting from scratch, it was already very good.
This was a good start. If he managed his third-year students well, most of them would be able to achieve great things in Alchemy.
Whether they wanted to or not was another matter.
Moreover, this also interrupted his original teaching plan. Originally, he had intended to explain these runes clearly to the Little Wizards directly in this class, but now, he no longer planned to explain them directly.
It's like when there's an incredibly active top student in a class; the average score of that class won't likely be outstanding, because almost all the thought-provoking questions thrown out by the teacher in class will be instantly solved by this top student, making other students not need to think, and not want to think.
For Kayson now, the third-year class atmosphere was undoubtedly ideal. Everyone wanted to think independently, and at this point, if he chose to explain all the knowledge points directly, it would undoubtedly send them a signal.
There's no need to waste brain cells; the Professor will explain everything anyway.
Is this right? No, it's not.
So he chose another path.
"After this class… I will be Hogwarts's true Sage of Guided Thought!"
After hyping himself up in his mind, Kayson took out a piece of chalk and firmly tapped a point on the blackboard.
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"Class dismissed. This time, I've cleared up all the key points for you. If your next assignment is still like this, it won't do." Kayson said, about to leave the classroom, not to his office, of course, but to the Great Hall with the Little Wizards for food.
Goodness knows how long it had been since he had eaten a proper meal.
Upon arriving at the Great Hall, Lupin quickly waved Kayson over to sit with him, while Snape, next to him, darkened even more and simply left in a huff.
"What's wrong? Where did Severus go?" Kayson asked, somewhat puzzled, after sitting next to Lupin.
"You'll know once you hear what I have to say."
Lupin then recounted the entire story of how he had taught the Little Wizards in class how to subdue a Boggart, and how Neville's greatest fear, Snape, had ended up wearing Neville's grandmother's clothes.
At this moment, not only Lupin, but Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout, who were nearby, couldn't help but show a hint of a smile.
And Hagrid, sitting at the very end, looked at everyone laughing, frowned in confusion for a moment, and then suddenly realized, his hearty laughter echoing throughout the Great Hall.
"I can already foresee how difficult poor Neville's next few Potion Classes will be… But this can't be blamed on Neville; it was indeed Severus's displaced anger, not Neville's intention."
"Moreover, I still believe that Severus is not suitable for teaching ordinary Little Wizards who lack Potion talent and Potion foundations."
"For a genius like him, teaching ordinary Little Wizards might be like torturing him. I can understand him now; in this psychological state, one cannot criticize his teaching attitude," Kayson defended Snape.
"But in fact, your talent for Alchemy is even stronger than Severus's talent for Potions, yet you are not like Severus," Dumbledore said, enjoying the drama.
"How am I not? You really should see me when I first arrived at Hogwarts in my first year, and then look at me now. Being a Professor for a long time will always lead to this; it's just that my symptoms are milder, and Severus's symptoms are more severe."
"And you cannot compare me and Severus. Everyone's childhood is different. I learned a little about him when we drank together before. You cannot ask someone with his childhood to compare with someone like me, whose childhood was spent in a candy jar, when facing such things. It's unfair to him," Kayson explained.
"But the fact is, you didn't have a candy jar," Dumbledore shook his head.
"At least my mindset is good, but that's inherent to everyone, and Severus didn't have a choice, did he?" Kayson said, leaning back in his chair and shrugging.
Lupin, beside him, picked up a goblet filled with pumpkin juice and clinked it against Kayson's cup.
"Snape is really lucky to have a friend like you." With that, he drained the pumpkin juice from his goblet.
"...I'm not that good; I'm just speaking the truth." Kayson shrugged helplessly.
"In fact, you're being a bit too modest," Professor Sprout said, shaking her head.
"Hmm… perhaps."
The meal was very satisfying, truly very satisfying. Kayson himself couldn't remember how long it had been since he had eaten a proper meal.
And on his way back to his office from the Great Hall, he saw an interesting little girl again. Of course, "interesting" referred to her original personality.
However, to be objective, this little girl was currently in a bit of trouble.
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