"Let's talk about the candidates and the timing!" The moment this came up, Kasen instantly wasn't sleepy anymore and said excitedly.
"Wait… what I want to ask is, how are we supposed to know when You-Know-Who plans to attack Azkaban? Are we going to squat there for an entire holiday?" Lupin said.
"That problem can be handed to Severus… can you do it?"
Every word Dumbledore said was transmitted to Snape without the slightest loss. After his brain processed it, a conclusion formed.
Pass everything discussed in this meeting to Voldemort, then use his arrogance and lack of tactical restraint to lure him into jumping straight into the trap.
Even if he didn't jump into it, this would still increase Snape's value in Voldemort's eyes and ensure his survival time.
Soon, he nodded. "No problem."
"Kasen, Sirius, Lupin, Moody… the Longbottoms. That will be all of you," Dumbledore said, then turned his gaze to Kingsley.
The latter nodded. "Tomorrow morning at seven o'clock, Azkaban will have a one-minute-and-forty-second shift change. You can use that window to infiltrate and set up an ambush."
"Why do we have to sneak around like this?" Mr. Longbottom asked.
"Because under the current circumstances, that idiot Fudge might cause us more harm than Voldemort. It's better to keep him in the dark. The Auror Office isn't entirely under Scrimgeour's control either," Kingsley explained.
The Ministry's power struggles had nothing to do with Kasen. What he cared about was the shift-change window Kingsley mentioned. That place couldn't ban his Ender teleport at all. Forget one minute and forty seconds, even fourteen seconds would be more than enough.
"Any other questions?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes, yes, yes! I want to go too!" Tonks shouted.
"I'm sorry, no," Dumbledore shook his head, while Mad-Eye Moody put it bluntly. "I'm sorry, your strength isn't enough."
"Even Remus can go. Why can't I?" Tonks looked a little dejected.
"You really haven't seen Remus go all out. Push him hard enough and even Kasen and I together couldn't catch him. He could still drag along five or six deadweights and make a clean escape," Sirius said, subtly bragging about his good friend.
"Any other questions?"
"…"
Looks like there weren't any. Tonks had already gone quiet.
"Then, everyone, this meeting is adjourned," Dumbledore said, standing up first and heading toward the entrance hall.
"Dumbledore, aren't you staying the night here?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"No. I still have other matters to attend to," Dumbledore shook his head.
"Oh right, Dumbledore, aren't you going tomorrow?" Sirius suddenly asked.
"Regrettably, no. Tom's return has unsettled the other magical communities across Europe, so for the time being I'll be stationed at the Magical Association," Dumbledore shook his head.
"But didn't they say you're the person Voldemort fears the most? What if Voldemort just goes to Azkaban and starts mowing everyone down?" Kasen asked.
Dumbledore looked deeply at Kasen. "...He's welcome to try."
After Dumbledore left, along with Mad-Eye, Kingsley, Mundungus, and a whole crowd of others, Grimmauld Place was left with a bunch of young wizards, Kasen, Sirius, Lupin, and Tonks, plus the Longbottoms, old Mrs. Longbottom, and the Weasley couple.
"I wonder what'll happen to the Burrow with no one taking care of it," Mrs. Weasley said worriedly.
"It'll be fine. Even if the place gets burned down to bare ground, as long as our family is together, home is wherever we are," Mr. Weasley comforted her.
"..."
Kasen had no interest in watching an old married couple show affection. After all, he'd been single since birth and was allergic to romance.
...
Early the next morning.
Kasen stumbled down the stairs with sleepy eyes, casually grabbed a sausage from the table, then yelped as he burned himself badly enough to look like a miniature Sirius.
He sat there blowing on his hand for a long time before it finally felt normal again.
On the other side, Moody, already fully geared up, looked at Kasen in this state and found himself a bit troubled.
He fully acknowledged Professor Kasen's methods, but held a skeptical view of the professor's combat IQ.
Or to put it another way, he acknowledged the stats, but doubted the mechanics.
Meanwhile, Kasenhis looked at Moody with some confusion as well. "What's with all the bags you're carrying?"
"Combat supplies," Moody explained.
"Including a broomstick?" Kasen asked.
"How else are you planning to get to Azkaban? That place has Apparition restrictions," Moody said.
Kasen nodded. He really wanted to say that he wasn't affected by that kind of thing, but after thinking it over, what if the broomstick had some other use for Moody?
Like mounting it at a critical moment and turning into a bomber or something.
With that thought, he didn't say anything more and quietly finished his breakfast.
Soon, everyone was done eating. Moody began adjusting his broomstick, and only after he had tuned every single piece of equipment on his body to peak condition did he look toward the team members sitting one after another on the sofas.
"What are you all doing? Where's your transportation?" Moody asked.
Everyone looked at Kasen, including the Longbottoms, because Neville and old Mrs. Longbottom had told them quite a lot about Kasen, including the fact that he could ignore Apparition restrictions.
At that moment, Sirius suddenly reacted. "Right—Kasenhis, you've never been to Azkaban before, have you?"
Kasen understood what Sirius meant. Ender teleportation worked much like Apparition, and the prerequisites were similar as well, such as having personally existed in that place before.
And originally, he really had never been to Azkaban, so in theory, he shouldn't be able to Ender teleport there.
But unfortunately for logic, when the martial version of Kasen had traveled back from the future to hunt him down earlier, the second stop had been Azkaban. So from that perspective, the Azkaban map had already been unlocked on his behalf by martial Kasen.
He could teleport there directly.
As for the exact reason why…
That's just how the code was written. Heh~
…
Mm-hmm~
"So… I can go," Kasen answered.
Listening to the two of them talk in circles, Moody was completely lost. In the end, the Longbottoms walked over and explained it to him.
"So you're all just standing around watching your old Auror instructor put on a clown show for you?!" Moody snapped angrily.
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