Chapter 137 Tell it to others, don’t tell them

Dumbledore saw Kaysen gradually approaching him, and quickly added: "You can also supervise their attainments in alchemy and let them work hard to learn how to make the wither talisman."

Kayson suddenly stopped. His eyes that were originally full of Dumbledore's old face suddenly turned into beady eyes, and a question mark appeared on the top of his head.

"How do you know?"

Dumbledore smiled slightly: "There is nothing in Hogwarts that I don't know about."

"..." Kayson awkwardly returned to his seat and sat up again. Hagrid beside him did not understand the interaction between Kayson and Dumbledore at all.

But Fudge understood it, and felt a strange feeling towards Kaison in his heart.

He was waving his hands just now as if he wanted to slap Dumbledore in the pocket.

Dumbledore didn't have any other opinions. Instead, he quickly began to explain.

This is great!

In this situation, it would be impossible for Kaysen to have a strong fighting ability and be able to hold down Dumbledore's hammer.

If it's physical, it's certainly possible, but if it's magical, it's unlikely.

Then there is another possibility. This Kaysen is so important to Hogwarts that Dumbledore has to avoid his sharp edges, avoid conflicts with him, and even sometimes need to explain and apologize.

hiss...............................

Fudge calmly took in a long breath of cold air.

So scary.

The three of Kayson didn't have so much inner drama. They just walked away from Fudge's office and found Scrimgeour in the Auror's office.

"How have you been lately? Scrimgeour." Dumbledore said as he led Kayson and Hagrid into Scrimgeour's office.

"It's not good. What's the matter?" Scrimgeour also looked like he hadn't had much rest. The dark circles in his eye sockets looked scary at first glance.

"This is a note from Fudge. The Myrtle case many years ago was solved, and we found the real murderer of Myrtle."

"Oh, are you here for Hagrid? But this matter is reasonable and legal. As long as the prisoner is brought back to Azkaban, Hagrid can use the wand openly."

After Scrimgeour said this, Hagrid's face suddenly turned pale, and a drop of sweat slowly slipped from his forehead.

"Don't be surprised. Who in the entire magical world doesn't know that you have a wand? I remember which little flower umbrella it is?"

Hagrid's expression was still embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, but the murderer can't go to Azkaban." Kaison looked at Hagrid, who was about to bleed, and changed the subject for him.

"Theoretically speaking, the Ministry of Magic does not allow any lynching." Scrimgeour said with a twitch in his mouth.

"The murderer was a basilisk, and the corpse of the basilisk is waiting to be put into the cauldron in Snape's office," Dumbledore explained.

"...Okay." Scrimgeour pursed his lips and nodded, pressing a small bell on the table and said: "Tonks, come in!"

Soon a witch with pink-blue gradient hair and exuding vitality walked in.

"I'm here, sir." After Tonks walked into the office, she winked at Dumbledore and Hagrid for a while, and then set her sights on Professor Kaysen, who was mentioned by her junior who had just joined the Auror office last year.

Finally, there is her boss, Scrimgeour.

"Go to Hogwarts to collect evidence and take photos. Bring back the ID photos of the snake culprits and publish them in the newspaper tomorrow." Scrimgeour pointed at Tonks and then at Dumbledore and the others.

"Yes! Sir!"

Dumbledore's phoenix appeared above him again, and the golden-red flames instantly brought several people back to Hogwarts.

"Phew! I'm finally back. You don't know how tiring it is to pretend in front of the old lion." After Tonks returned to Hogwarts, she felt as if she had gone home. She quickly found the principal as far as the eye could see. He sat on the small sofa in the room.

"It seems you are doing well in the Auror office." Hagrid said with a smile.

"Of course..." Tonks said and walked towards Kayson: "Hello, Hufflepuff's junior."

The corner of Keson's mouth couldn't stop twitching, as who knows who the hell had shaken off the fact that he had been sorted into a Hufflepuff at Hogwarts.

But just shake it off, there's nothing wrong with it. The problem is that the time when you were sorted into a hospital does not match your actual age, which leads to a fucking problem...

For example, some Sheniu people use the sorting age instead of their actual age, such as the Tonks in front of them.

But let's be honest, he finally chose to forgive and reached out to hold Tonks' hand.

"Kesenheath."

"Nymphadora Tonks, just call me Tonks. I don't really like the word Nymphadora."

"Okay Nymphadora, no problem Nymphadora." Kaysen nodded.

".........Don't have to hold grudges so much, right?"

"................uh-huh."

The two of them made two funny faces at the same time, but nothing happened. Next, Kayson took Tonks to Snape's office.

"I always thought that after graduating from Hogwarts, I would never see Professor Snape's face again. I didn't expect that this day would come." Tonks knew more about the terrain of Hogwarts than Kaysen. She didn't need to lead the way and walked directly towards Snape's office.

"Hmm, let me guess, are you Hufflepuff or Gryffindor?" Kaysen asked casually as he walked behind.

"Hufflepuff."

"Oh... Do you want to see Professor Sprout when you come back here?" Kaysen asked.

"Of course, but I have to wait until the work is done... Speaking of Snape's face... How is your relationship with him?"

"Severus? Pretty good." Kaysen replied.

"You call Snape Severus, but you call Professor Sprout Sprout... you have such a good relationship."

"Ahem, don't tell anyone else. My name is Professor Sprout, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Flitwick. I always put a suffix of Professor after them because I think their character matches the position of professor, and they also remind me of my professors when I was a student, so there is a weird fear."

"But Severus is different. I have a good relationship with him, and his potion level is really awesome, but what he did makes it difficult for me to call him professor with a pinched nose."