Dumbledore covered his forehead and began to explain with a wry smile.
"Karl, is there a possibility that Severus wasn't intimidating you, but was actually smiling at you?"
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
To make Karl believe this, the sun would have to rise in the south and set in the north.
"Actually, Severus has always washed his hair; he just uses shampoo he developed himself."
"Are the school Professors' salaries so low? Can they not even afford shampoo?"
Dumbledore shook his head helplessly. "For reasons I cannot conveniently tell you, Severus wanted to develop a shampoo with a unique scent, which is his fondest memory."
"It's just that for so many years, he hasn't succeeded. On the day I asked you to find him, Severus was brewing the shampoo potion and your knocking interrupted his process."
"He thought that attempt had failed too, but after returning, he discovered the scent of the potion was very close to that fragrance."
"So, the fact that Severus washed his hair and smiled at you today means the shampoo must have been successfully perfected."
Karl: (0⊙)
Merlin's suspender white silk stockings! Was that really how it happened?
So, does that count as an epic achievement, successfully getting Snape to wash his hair?
And... he even has to thank me!
"Alright, then it's nothing."
Just as Karl was about to close the door, he saw Dumbledore signaling him to wait a moment.
"I am indeed getting a bit old; I just forgot about the sealing Charms."
Dumbledore gently pushed a notebook, and it flew steadily into Karl's hands.
"There are some other Charms I've recorded in there; perhaps you'll like them."
"Thanks, Albus!"
Throughout the entire Easter holiday, Karl spent his time quite fruitfully.
Besides finishing all the assignments given by the Professors, he also had to take Grindelwald around to get familiar with the school.
Perhaps out of curiosity about the place where Dumbledore spent his entire life, the old man would call Karl to wander around from time to time.
Dumbledore had asked Karl to keep an eye on Grindelwald, and Grindelwald seemed to be well aware of this.
So if Karl didn't have time, he would just stay alone in the Defense Against the Dark Arts Class Professor's office.
It seemed both of them were trying their best to mend their broken friendship and strive to restore their mutual trust.
It was a two-way effort, indeed.
On the last day of the holiday, they had finished touring Hogwarts Castle, and the old man even wanted to drag Karl to the Forbidden Forest.
"Not going!"
"Why not?"
"Because today Hagrid is holding a funeral for Aragog, and I'd better not go and upset him."
Aragog was the ancestor of all Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest, having been hatched by Hagrid and sent into the Forbidden Forest.
Later, Hagrid found him a wife, Mosag, which formed the massive Acromantula colony.
Aragog was already old, and then he was threatened by Elvis Heller's Basilisk, which gave him a scare.
Then, when attacking Hogwarts Castle, most of his descendants were burned away by Karl's fire; all the adult Acromantulas died, leaving only a few small spiders.
Upon learning this tragic news, Aragog was heartbroken and died a few days later.
So the atmosphere in the Forbidden Forest these past few days has been quite strange; the Centaur tribes and other magical creature communities are filled with a Jubilant Veil, while over at Hagrid's hut, the sorrowful wailing is enough to break anyone's heart who hears it.
Although Hagrid wouldn't blame Karl, he was crying so miserably.
"Heh! Another fool who hangs out with magical creatures!"
Grindelwald chuckled, seemingly thinking of the old senior, Newt.
"And you too; the people Dumbledore values are always like this—inexplicable and ridiculously merciful and sympathetic."
Karl looked at him sideways. "Merciful? Are you talking about me? Why don't you go ask the Acromantulas if they agree?"
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