But unfortunately, for an ordinary person, it's still a bit difficult to completely erase the emotional ties that co from blood.
So Sirius opted for a more "subtle" approach—which could also be interpreted as taking advantage of Kasenhis' ignorance about the tangled web of pure-blood intermarriages.
"Narcissa Malfoy? Who's that? I don't think I've heard of her," Sirius asked with feigned casualness.
"Draco's mother."
"Oh… what kind of person is she?" Sirius continued, trying to sound indifferent.
"What kind of person?" Kasenhis glanced up at the ceiling. At the ti, he'd mainly been chatting with Lucius. Narcissa had just been sitting on the sofa with Draco, accompanying Lucius. As for her personality, he honestly hadn't noticed much.
But if he had to point out one trait—
"She seems pretty proud—probably because she subconsciously tilts her head up. I could see right into her nostrils."
Sirius nodded nonchalantly and quietly let out a breath.
If she could still hold onto that haughty attitude, then his sister was just as annoying as ever. On the bright side, it also ant she wasn't being mistreated in the Malfoy household.
Not that she could be, anyway. The Malfoys weren't like the old Black family with its five aunts and four uncles. These days, it was just the three of them. Besides, Narcissa and Lucius were childhood sweethearts, genuinely in love. Even if she wanted to be wronged, there was nowhere to start.
"By the way, how many days till Christmas?"
Sirius waved his hand to pull the calendar toward him. "Christmas, huh... it's tomorrow."
Kasenhis's expression froze awkwardly.
"Can an owl really make it from England to Northern Europe in one day?"
"Don't worry, they can. Owls are enchanted. Sotis they instinctively use space magic they can't consciously control. Otherwise, how do you think the Daily Prophet gets delivered so punctually every day?" Sirius explained.
"Damn.. Alright then."
"By the way, why are you asking?"
"Oh, nothing much. Just that tomorrow, Karkaroff will most likely co to Hogwarts to rescue Peter Pettigrew. There may even be a whole bunch of Death Eaters tagging along. Congrats—you'll finally get to kill Peter tomorrow... though I'd recomnd using your wand, not your mouth."
Kasenhis said it casually, but as he finished, it was like sothing suddenly dawned on him. He quickly began changing clothes again.
"Where are you going?" Sirius asked.
"If a bunch of Death Eaters are showing up tomorrow, don't you think it's a good idea to let the Headmaster know?"
"..."
With that, he disappeared straight into Dumbledore's office.
...
"...What did you want to tell ?" Dumbledore asked, putting away the Häagen-Dazs tub with only the bottom scrape left, back into his drawer.
"There's a high chance Karkaroff will co tomorrow," Kasenhis said.
Dumbledore nodded. "I know. Lucius Malfoy just sent a letter."
"And the students? Do you have any protection plan for them?"
Dumbledore straightened his back proudly. "With my plan, they won't even set foot on Hogwarts grounds."
"And what fighting force does Hogwarts currently have?" Kasenhis asked.
"Professor McGonagall is at the Transfiguration Summit, Flitwick and Sprout have a few younger family mbers returning for the holidays, so they've gone ho. Severus has also gone back. The other professors all have families to return to. As it stands, the only ones who can hold their own are you and —just the two of us."
"That's enough... What about Lupin?"
"Oh... in the morning while you were out, over in the Muggle world, Severus hit Sirius with twenty-four Void Curses in a row. Lupin, being his neighbor, helped block a few of them and ended up in St. Mungo's... because Madam Pomfrey also went ho for Christmas," Dumbledore explained.
"...Uh... wasn't Snape supposed to be visiting family? Wait—was it serious?"
"He just didn't want Sirius bothering him during the holidays. As for the injuries, not too bad. Severus still has a sense of proportion. Lupin will be fine after a few days once the curses fade."
"Alright then."
After confirming that Lupin was fine, Kasenhis happily returned to his office. After all, things were bound to get lively at Hogwarts tomorrow, so he needed to hurry up and strengthen himself a bit.
He vaguely rembered having planned to make a more advanced Thaumaturgical Magic Book. All the other materials were easy to obtain—even the Totem of Undying he had already managed to replicate successfully.
The only thing left was sothing called a Wilderness Offering, which could only be dropped by a creature known as the Wilderness Chira.
To summon a Wilderness Chira, he needed to track down and kill various wilderness-type monsters across the world to gather the necessary drops.
Thankfully, he didn't need to tire himself out searching manually. He had previously crafted an oversized alchemical device that could locate anything across the globe.
He simply had to input a search tag—like Wilderness Hunter...
[Africa... Algeria... Western Desert...]
It even gave exact coordinate numbers.
"I really am a complete genius!"
Kasenhis muttered to himself as he rose into the air. Naturally, he didn't have the ti to slowly buy a plane ticket and take a flight—he opted for a far more environntally friendly and efficient thod.
He flew there himself.
Strictly speaking, the distance between Britain and Algeria wasn't all that far, so by evening, Kasenhis still had ti to take out a burrito he'd picked up earlier while passing through Spain and started munching on it.
And it was still only mid-afternoon...
Kasenhis slowly descended to the ground, eating the burrito in his hand while watching sothing that looked extrely deford charging toward him.
He casually waved his hand, and the thing shot into the sky before crashing back down and dying on impact.
Kasenhis picked up the Wilderness Horn it dropped. Strictly speaking, it couldn't truly be called a Wilderness Horn—it was just a substitute with similar attributes, and the Wilderness Hunter was likewise just a stand-in.
After all, where in nature was he supposed to find a perfectly cube-shaped monster?
Close enough was good enough.
Then a few more bizarre, deranged-looking things ca charging at him. He killed them in the sa fashion and stripped anything useful from their bodies.
Next ca the classic fan-favorite phase: crafting.
He summoned that annoying Supre Tree again, stacked three Wilderness Horns on it, then placed a lapis lazuli block on top, and gave it a firm slap.
"Done."
Kasenhis weighed the Wilderness Summoning Tablet in his hand, satisfied, and tucked it into his pocket.
Then he quickly built an infusion altar right there in the wilderness and enchanted a massive batch of arcane stones. Afterward, he quickly hand-crafted a ritual brazier.
Finally, he destroyed the infusion altar—because leaving that kind of thing out in the wild could seriously ss up the world in uniquely magical ways.
"I'm such a good guy!"
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