Dumbledore? He knows nothing about MC alchemy.

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The next morning...

"So...what does the pain of the scar mean?" As soon as Kaisen walked in, he heard Lupin and Sirius in the restaurant studying the lightning scar on Harry's forehead. He sat down and casually picked up Lupin's breakfast, ate while listening for a while, and asked with some confusion.

"Hmm?" Everyone at the table looked at Kaisen, who had no choice but to explain, "What I mean is, maybe it's just ordinary physical pain? It's just a scar after all, why not go to the hospital and have a look?"

"No, no, no, that's not magic at all. If we look at it from a magical perspective, anything that happens to Harry, who has a scar that carries magic, can't be taken lightly. Maybe it was predicted by fate," Lupin explained.

"Oh, nothing but pain?" asked Kaysen.

“I can still feel the emotions.”

"for example?"

"For example, its emotion last night was... joy?" Harry became less and less confident as he spoke. After all, it seemed strange to combine pain and joy.

Similarly, Kaisen's face also sank. Sirius and Lupin had just talked for a long time, and the main idea was that this scar was related to Voldemort.

And now, this scar associated with Voldemort expressed joy last night...

"So Voldemort successfully got what he wanted in the riot last night, and the Death Eaters' target was not you?" Kaisen looked at Harry in confusion.

"Maybe, I don't have to be that important." Harry said casually.

"In fact, it is quite important. What I said is that Voldemort might get what he wants in some way. You should all know that it is more difficult to accept to know that the enemy has done something good than to know that something bad has happened to me." Kaisen complained.

"Oh... then what should I do? Tell Dumbledore?" Harry asked with a bitter face.

"I hope he is in Hogwarts. I'll go ask him." Kaisen said as he teleported away from the spot, and soon he came back.

"Dumbledore is not at Hogwarts, and he's not even in Europe right now."

"Where did he go?" Lupin asked.

"Oh...he found a very high-end Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for Hogwarts this year...Maybe he went traveling with the new professor? After all, they are of the same age." Kaisen said casually.

"Dumbledore's peers..." Sirius looked up at the sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

The others also tacitly stopped talking about the painful scar. After all, it was useless to talk about it more. No, it was somewhat useful. It could make Harry fall into endless internal friction. Wasn't this Voldemort's plan?

And Kaisen... naturally the same thing happened. He didn't say much, but he did think a lot. If Lupin and Sirius's inference was correct, then Voldemort must have gotten what he wanted on the day of the Quidditch World Cup. At least his plan was carried out and completed, and maybe it was completed very well.

But what had been accomplished? If Voldemort's goal wasn't Harry, then what was it? Besides Harry, what else was there that was worth Voldemort going through so much trouble, even letting a large group of Death Eaters be used as cannon fodder...

Well, this should not be considered as Voldemort's plan. After all, normally it is unlikely for the big cats and small cats of the Ministry of Magic to kill all the more than 30 Death Eaters who are still somewhat powerful.

But reality is so illogical, and so is the fact. But that's what makes Kaisen feel strange. Killing more than 30 Death Eaters with some strength is still something that makes Voldemort happy... How good of a thing is it?

This is a question worth thinking about.

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Just like that, the holiday time seemed to have been fast-forwarded. Lupin returned to the dragon farm in Romania, where he slacked off while monitoring Neos to see what secrets this strong man had.

Kaisen had a pretty good vacation. Nothing happened. The vacation at Hogwarts was paid. He went to bed early and got up early every day. His only worry was figuring out what to eat for three meals a day.

After completing all his magic experiments, he returned to his home on Baker Street and changed the lock again. This time he made a lock himself using redstone and pistons, and of course he also changed the window locks.

By the way, a security door was also replaced. This time, unless Sherlock chooses to tear down the wall, there is no way he can get in!

The latter also noticed that his empty neighbor's house had become lively again, because one day he was bored and planned to go to Kaisen's house to sit down, but found that the door lock had been changed.

That night he put on a black windbreaker and tried to pick the lock...

Chapter 247 Reasoning Failure

As a result, the wire and hook were defeated by the power of MC.

"How can one word 'miserable' describe it...?" Sherlock muttered dejectedly as he returned home. He sat on the sofa and casually looked through the business card book, trying to see if there was a business card of the construction team in it.

But unfortunately, before I found it, Kaisen from next door came and knocked on the door.

"Is there something wrong?" Sherlock asked softly, obviously hurt by the fact that the first thing he did when he got home was to change the locks.

"It's just a small case...do you want me to translate it for you?" Kaisen said.

"uh-huh."

"One of the terrorists' sworn enemies is one of my students. Some time ago, I received intelligence that the terrorist would cause trouble at a large event. I believe the terrorist was targeting my student."

"After the incident, my students were safe, but the terrorist lost at least thirty relatively useful subordinates and a large number of ragtag groups. However, we now know that the terrorist was in a state of joy, so I'm asking you to help analyze it."

"Is your student okay?" Sherlock asked.

"No."

"Could it be a diversion? Was there an accident somewhere else at the time of the incident?"

Kaisen recalled: "No."

"It's not necessarily an accident. Maybe something was stolen or someone was kidnapped, or of course a prisoner was rescued. These are all reasons for the terrorist to be happy." Sherlock shook his head and said.

"Well... the scene was very chaotic. If something like this really happened, I wouldn't necessarily know about it."

"There are too few clues. You don't think of me as a detective, you think of me as a fortune teller... Don't you know who a fortune teller is?" Sherlock murmured, tapping his temple with his finger.

"That kind of talent is rare in the magic world. I do know two. One is reliable, but he may not always tell the truth. The other is semi-reliable, and the accuracy of her predictions depends on luck," Kaisen explained.

"Hmm...this can't even be considered a question. It's not even complete." Sherlock said silently.

"Okay...is your cell phone number still the same?" Kaisen nodded, and suddenly he asked as if he remembered something.

"what happened?"

"Just make sure I can contact you at any time. That terrorist hates everyone equally. If one day I call you two and ask you to leave England immediately, promise me that you will buy a plane ticket the next second." Kaisen explained.

"There are so many ordinary people, can he kill them all? If he really can kill them all, there's no point for us to run abroad, right?" Sherlock asked.

"I'm not particularly worried about the others. The terrorist's main battlefield is still the wizarding world. At least, he completely defeated us there. But you and I know each other, so there's no guarantee he'll find you and kidnap you for revenge, or threaten me or something like that."

"So when that day comes, will you lay down your wand for our safety?"

"No." Kaisen shook his head.

Sherlock bounced on the sofa. "Beautiful! I guess I'll have to get some airline business cards ready."

Kaisen returned to his house and sat on the sofa and sighed. Now that things have come to this... let's go to sleep first.

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One morning...

Sirius didn't know whether he had a motor vehicle driver's license or not. He just bought a pretty good off-road SUV from somewhere and showed it in front of Kaisen's house.

Neville volunteered to knock on Kaisen's door.

"Professor! Going to Diagon Alley!"

"Logically, shouldn't Mrs. Weasley have bought everything you need for school? What's going on?" Kaisen asked while brushing his teeth.

"Um...because Hogwarts wants us to buy dresses for the new semester," said Ron.

"Hmm, that's good, huh?"

"And this is the dress my mother prepared for me." Ron took out a photo from his pocket and Kaisen took it and looked at it.

"It's a bit too retro for you... but it wouldn't be bad without the collar... So are we going out to buy dresses this time?"

Ron said with a blush on his face.

"Wait for me to change my clothes." Kaisen nodded and walked into the house without closing the door. Seeing this, several people got out of the car and went into the living room to wait.

He quickly washed and dressed, then sat awkwardly in the passenger seat of Sirius's car.

No matter what type of car it is, strictly speaking, the passenger seat is the most dangerous. Of course, if the driver is reliable, there is nothing wrong with it.

But the driver of this car is Sirius...

Forget it, we can’t let the little wizard sit here, right?

Kaisen hypnotized himself and came to the door of the Leaky Cauldron trembling with fear.

When they walked in, Old Tom greeted them cheerfully. He patted Sirius on the shoulder and said, "You really like these Muggle things now... Oh, you liked them before, too."

Sirius shrugged. "Yeah, like the motorcycle I gave to Hagrid."

After they arrived at the patio, Kaisen looked at the wall in front of him and subconsciously wanted to punch it, but fortunately a wizard family came out of Diagon Alley and saved the wall from destruction.

This cannot be blamed on Kaisen's bad memory. After all, except for the first time, he seemed to have teleported directly every time he came to Diagon Alley, so he had never come into contact with this wall many times. It is understandable.

"Where are we going to buy clothes?" asked Harry.

"Tofan Clothing Store," said Sirius.

"Ah? That's too expensive. I don't have enough money." Ron said awkwardly. He had already spent all the pocket money he had saved during the entire holiday and in third grade to buy clothes today.

"Oh my God, little Ronnie, if you come out with me in the future and you dare to take out your wallet in front of me, you'd better be careful not to get kicked in the butt by my pointed leather shoes!" Sirius said helplessly.

"Ah...I...why don't you kick now?" Ron asked a stupid question.

Kaisen also spoke at this time: "Don't be embarrassed about this matter. Sirius is the elder, and it is only natural for him to spend some money on you."

Sirius nodded quickly: "Yeah, and it's not just you, the three of them can't escape either." As he said that, he pointed at Harry, Neville and Hermione.

"Uh... okay."

Please give me some gifts, woooo... Please, my family!

Chapter 248 School Starts...

Sirius Black was so rich that he took a group of people to Tufan Clothing Store and made a bold statement that he would pay for all their expenses.

Kaisen, who was looking at a mithril belt buckle, moved his ears and naturally changed to a Perkin belt buckle.

Sirius' mouth twitched as he watched this scene: "Well..." But before he could finish his words, Kaisen quickly took off the belt buckle and placed it in front of Sirius.

"Uh-huh, let's go and pay the bill."

“.....o.....k.....”

Sirius stiffly paid the bill and looked at the other little wizards. He had to admit that compared to Kaysen, these little wizards were much cuter. Ron had simply picked the simplest and cheapest item, and the other little wizards had simply chosen an accessory that wasn't too expensive. Unlike Kaysen...