After such a major incident, the camp naturally became uninhabitable. Kayson also took the Little Wizardss back to the hideout with Lupin and the others...
Back at Sirius's house.
"I've been meaning to ask this since the day you helped me redecorate... So when I asked if I could get a hidden blade like Harry's, you said no, but then you went and installed a cooler setup for yourself, right?" Sirius eyed Kayson's back with a resentful look.
"At a time like this, can't you just focus on Harry and comfort him?" Lupin unhappily patted Sirius, who shrugged his shoulder and elbowed Lupin. Of course, the two weren't really fighting; they were just trying to cheer Harry up.
The Little Wizardss listened to Kayson's narration, all muttering 'cool' in unison. None of them, with their high emotional intelligence, asked any strange questions.
Meanwhile, in the forest of the Quidditch World Cup camp, where the dust had settled.
"Master will be very happy to see you." Barty Crouch Jr., who had just broken free from the Imperius curse, looked at the unconscious Flash and the tall, terrifying figure in front of him, revealing a smile.
"Well done, big guy." He extended his hand and, grasping the large palm offered to him, stood up.
"I still prefer you call me Nios." After Nios pulled Barty Crouch Jr. up, he started to walk towards Flash, who was lying unconscious on the ground. For a House-elf, he didn't even need a wand; he just needed to lift his foot and step down.
"Stop." Barty Crouch Jr.'s voice paused.
"Oh... it's just a House-elf." Nios shrugged helplessly, withdrew his foot, and clapped his large, fan-like hand on Barty Crouch Jr.'s shoulder. The next moment, the two vanished.
.....
Early the next morning.....
"So... what does a painful scar signify?" As soon as Kayson walked in, he heard Lupin and Sirius in the dining room discussing the lightning scar on Harry's forehead. He sat down and casually took Lupin's breakfast, eating while listening for a while, then asked with some confusion.
"Hmm?" Everyone at the table looked at Kayson, who could only explain: "I mean, maybe it's just ordinary physiological pain? It's a scar after all. Why not go to a hospital to get it checked?"
"No, no, no, that's not magical at all. From a magical perspective, anything that happens with Harry's scar, which carries magic, cannot be treated as a minor matter. It might be a premonition from the unseen." Lupin explained.
"Oh, besides the pain, there's nothing else?" Kayson asked.
"I can also feel emotions from it."
"Like what?"
"Like last night, its emotion was... joy?" The more Harry spoke, the less confident he became, as connecting pain and joy seemed strange no matter how you looked at it.
Similarly, Kayson's face darkened. Sirius and Lupin had been talking for half the day, and the main idea was that this scar was related to Lord Voldemort.
And now, this scar, which was related to Lord Voldemort, emitted a feeling of joy last night....
"So, the riot last night, Lord Voldemort successfully got what he wanted? The Death Eaters' target wasn't you?" Kayson looked at Harry in confusion.
"Perhaps. I'm not necessarily that important," Harry said casually.
"Actually, it's quite important. I mean, Lord Voldemort might have gotten his wish in some aspect. You should all know, knowing that the enemy has something good happen is more unacceptable than me having something bad happen," Kayson complained.
"Oh.... What should I do? Tell Dumbledore?" Harry asked with a bitter face.
"Hopefully he's at Hogwarts. I'll go ask." Kayson said, using Ender Teleportation to leave his spot, and soon he returned.
"Dumbledore isn't at Hogwarts. He's not even in Europe right now."
"Where did he go?" Lupin asked, puzzled.
"Oh.... He found a very high-class Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor for Hogwarts this year..... Maybe he went traveling with that new Professor? After all, they're the same age." Kayson said casually.
"Dumbledore's age..." Sirius looked up at the sky, wondering what he was thinking.
And the others, by tacit agreement, stopped discussing the topic of the painful scar. After all, talking more was useless. No, it was somewhat useful—it could plunge Harry into endless internal turmoil. Wasn't that also Lord Voldemort's plan?
And Kayson... naturally, felt the same. He didn't say much, but he thought a lot. If Lupin and Sirius's deduction was correct, then on the day of the Quidditch World Cup, Lord Voldemort must have gotten his wish; at least his plan was executed and completed, and perhaps very successfully.
But what was completed? If Lord Voldemort's goal wasn't Harry, what was it? Besides Harry, what else was worth Lord Voldemort going to such great lengths for, even sacrificing a large group of Death Eaters as cannon fodder...
Well, that shouldn't be considered Lord Voldemort's plan, because normally, it's unlikely that all thirty-plus Death Eaters, who had some strength, would die to the Ministry of Magic's 'big cats and small kittens' (a few scattered individuals).
But reality is illogical like that, and facts are facts. Yet, it's precisely this that made Kayson feel strange: an event that made Lord Voldemort happy, even after losing over thirty somewhat powerful Death Eaters... just how good of a thing was it?
This was a question worth pondering.
....
And so, this vacation seemed to press a fast-forward button. Lupin returned to the Dragon Reserve in Romania, slacking off while monitoring Nios, to see what secrets this formidable man held.
Kayson, on the other hand, had a rather pleasant vacation. Nothing happened. The Hogwarts vacation was paid, and his only worry, getting up early and going to bed early every day, was what to eat for his three meals.
After all his magic experiments were completed, he returned to his home on Baker Street. He replaced the lock again, this time building one himself with redstone and pistons. Of course, the window locks were also changed.
He also replaced the anti-theft door. This time, unless Sherlock chose to demolish the wall, he wouldn't be able to get in!
The latter also noticed that his empty neighboring house had regained popularity, because one day, bored, he decided to visit Kayson, only to find the lock had been changed.
That night, he put on his black trench coat and tried to pick the lock.....
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