Dumbledore? He knows nothing about MC alchemy.

As for the homework, I have to say that the fourth-grade wizards are already very skilled. They carefully examined the magic power emitted from the enchantment table, the patterns on the surface, and the internal structure.

Not only were the papers submitted meaningful, but they even submitted a replica version of the enchantment table.

The entire class was involved, such as the Slytherin students, who came from wealthy families and were responsible for providing the raw materials, obsidian and diamonds.

Ravenclaw was responsible for the precise design and assembly.

Gryffindor is responsible for preparing the raw materials, while Hufflepuff provides constant logistical support.

Such a simplified version of the enchantment table, which was actually usable and driven by densely packed ancient rune circuits, was placed in front of Kaisen.

Chapter 20 Paper

"You really can't underestimate them."

Kaisen held the enchanting table in front of him, looked around, picked up the feather pen on the table, and took the book off the enchanting table and replaced it with a runic magic book copied from the library.

After studying for a while, he successfully selected a spell that would make the ink never run out and added it to the quill pen.

"Awesome! I only need to provide the results, and the students can just work on the principles. How can this not be considered a two-way effort, a double improvement?"

Kaisen was shocked by the talents of the young wizards at Hogwarts, and without hesitation gave an O to the fourth grade's regular tests.

so....

"So I remember some poet saying, 'Do not go gentle into that good night.' Forgive me for not knowing what that line means, as my literary literacy isn't very good, but I think it could be slightly modified."

"Don't walk into the examination room prepared. So, seventh-year wizards, today is our first meeting. Please answer the alchemy test in front of you."

"To be frank, although I've only been in the industry for a short time, I still have a bit of fame in the alchemy community. The O I gave you on your test is quite valuable."

Kaisen showed no sign of friendliness towards the third and fourth graders, but instead revealed an indescribable smile that came from the test-oriented education.

"Forgive me. I really want to show you the wonders of alchemical creations, but you're already in seventh grade. I remember you had the Ultimate Wizarding Level Exam, so don't blame me."

As Kaisen finished speaking, the little wizards below did not waile much, but just quickly took out their quills and started writing.

Kaisen was not idle either. He took out his fourth-grade homework, the small enchantment table, from the storage ring he made by hand using a small ender box.

He took out another stack of parchment. The draft had already been prepared, and all that was left was to write it down on the parchment.

He decided to mail more than ten pages of parchment containing a paper on the profound principles of the enchantment table replicated by the young wizards, along with the replica enchantment table, to the European Alchemy Exchange Association. The alchemy publications they published have always been the pinnacle of alchemy.

And they are very happy to include innovative alchemical results developed by talented young wizards.

Next, I just need to wait until the next class when I teach their fourth-year students and ask them to sign their names on the paper. Even though I am not a very responsible professor, I have made a small contribution to my students.

Soon, the test paper was handed in. Kaisen did not mark it immediately, but looked at his watch. There were still five minutes left.

I can’t continue the lecture, but I can make a small preview of my next class.

"Hogwarts' newly upgraded Iron Golems. Some people like to call them Iron Knights. Have you seen them?"

The seventh-grade wizards no longer had that kind of clear stupidity, but instead had a kind of foolish shrewdness and irritability that was about to leave the ivory tower and come into contact with the secular society.

As their professor, Kaisen did not choose to let them continue to delve into the so-called truths of magic and the mysteries of alchemy at this time. He also did not think that in such a busy seventh grade, any results could be achieved in just one year.

He decided on a more down-to-earth approach as their graduation gift.

A rote-learning education and a resume that promises a bright future.

Researching iron golems is a good start for them.

As Kaisen thought this, the iron block and pumpkin head in his hands flew up and down, and iron golems appeared on the podium one by one.

"Everyone take one and take it home to study on your own. I need them to analyze the principle in detail in class next week. It would be even better if they can make a replica."

"Is there anything you want to say?" Kaisen asked, knocking on the golden podium in front of him.

"No."

"Very good, get out of class dismissed."

Soon, the break time passed and the fourth-grade little wizard came back to the classroom.

Soon, the classroom was full of students, and Kaisen picked up the paper he had written on the desk. In fact, he just picked up the essence of the papers of the students below the podium and pieced it together.

"Now, line up in order of your contribution to the making of this enchanting table and sign your names here. I also need your complete identity information. After signing, return to your seats and write it on a blank piece of parchment. Give it to me after class." Kaisen said, pointing to the signature column of the paper on the podium.

"Um, Professor, what is this for?"

Cedric asked with some confusion?

"This is a paper I wrote based on your homework and achievements. I will send it to the European Alchemy Exchange Association. You are all authors of this paper, so naturally you must sign your names." Kaisen explained.

"But professor, this is your achievement, we are just?" The honest man Cedric said hesitantly.

"Just write what I told you to. Why so much nonsense? Listen carefully. Arrange them according to your contribution to the creation of this enchanting table."

"Then Professor, which contribution is greater, providing raw materials or designing and assembling?" A young wizard from Ravenclaw raised his hand and asked.

"A good cook cannot cook without rice. Without a wealthy sponsor, how can you study alchemy without distraction? However, the specific order and order are still for you to figure out on your own."

"OK."

The little wizards chattered a lot, quickly lined up, and signed their names in the paper signature column one by one.

After class, Kaisen put the paper, along with the identity information of the young wizards, into an envelope and walked towards the Owl House.

"You should buy an owl of your own when you have time. You will like these smart and loyal little messengers." Outside the owl shed, Dumbledore was leaning on the railing and looking at the Quidditch field in the distance where the Gryffindor team was training.

"I'm not a very active person. I might get tired of an owl one day and then throw it away." Kaisen shrugged and replied.

"You possess a rare sense of responsibility," Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Hmm, maybe."

"What is this?" Dumbledore asked, looking at the thick envelope in Kaisen's hand.

"I sent the students' papers about the enchanting table to the European Alchemy Exchange Association. It'll be a good addition to their resumes."

"Hogwarts has lost a very good student, but now it has gained an equally good professor."

Chapter 21: Scores Don't Matter

Kaisen felt a little embarrassed when he heard Dumbledore's praise: "Have you found some very difficult task for me?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "I'm really just writing this on impulse. Go and post the letter. I'll go to the kitchen and ask the elves to start cooking."

"Hmm." Kaisen shrugged and walked into the owl shed. He quickly mailed the letter and returned to the castle.

After returning to the office, he took out a cube at random, tapped it lightly, and a series of positive emotion notification bars appeared in front of him.

Because every time when I was in class, a series of emotional notifications would pop up in my face. In order to prevent myself from getting stuck in my speech when I was halfway through the lecture and suddenly being scared by some little witch who seemed serious on the surface but was actually already bubbling with pink bubbles in her heart.

He took the initiative to close the notification bar from the third class and would not open it again until he remembered.

Of course, sometimes he would forget to turn it off, and that was his bad memory.

At the end of the day's classes, just as he was about to make himself a cup of refreshing green tea to reward himself, there was a sudden knock on the office door.

"The door is unlocked, please come in."

A small figure pushed open the door. Kaisen raised his eyebrows. It was Neville.

There were two more people following behind him, no, three.

Two men and one woman, one of whom is a little acquaintance, Harry.

The other two...

"Please come in, it seems you are friends?"

Neville nodded excitedly.

"Congratulations to you, Neville, and to you all, you've made a very good friend."

Kaisen took out four more cups and poured green tea for them.

"Professor, let me introduce you. These are Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger, three friends I made." Neville introduced excitedly.

"Hmm, tea. It might be a little bitter."

Kaisen waved his wand, and the teapot on the desk floated to the coffee table in the corner. After all, a professor talking to a student across the desk always sounded like a lecture, but it was much better on the sofa.

"That Malfoy came to bother me again today. I lifted him up with a levitation spell and then threw him heavily to the ground. His two henchmen wanted to rush over and beat me up with their fists, but Harry and Ron happened to run into me and helped me beat Malfoy away."

"Malfoy also said he would tell Professor Snape. When we didn't know what to do, we met Hermione, and she suggested that we come to you. And I also want to tell you that I succeeded in my resistance!"

Neville sat on the sofa, his face flushed and he was dancing around.

"Well, you took the first brave step and made loyal and reliable friends." Kaisen nodded in admiration.

Neville's already red face became even more excited when he heard these words of approval, while Harry and Ron felt a little embarrassed to hear these adjectives used to describe best friends.

Hermione, on the other hand, still remembered why the four of them came here.

"Professor Kaysen, Malfoy said he would tell Snape. He will definitely call Neville over and severely deduct points from Gryffindor."

"Let him deduct the points. Didn't Professor McGonagall also deduct Slytherin's points last time? What's the big deal?" Kaisen said casually.

"But... Professor, Gryffindor's scores..."

"Gryffindor's score isn't actually important. What's important is that Neville will no longer be a bullied punching bag. As for the point deduction, how about you just treat it as a favor to Snape?"

Hermione shook her head. "It's not a big deal. It was Malfoy who made the mistake first, and in the end, Gryffindor still has to take points away from him. It's not fair."

"...You may not know this, but when I was a kid, I went to school in the Muggle world. From the community primary school all the way to Manchester University, basically all the students believed that conflicts among students should be resolved by the students themselves."

"Telling the teacher this conventional method will not solve the problem. It often does not really punish the party in the wrong. On the contrary, the victim will be retaliated against. Only fighting back with real fists will be effective," Kaisen explained.

"Um... Professor, I don't quite understand." Hermione said a little embarrassedly.

"On the surface, I mean to encourage Neville to resist, but another meaning is, don't be afraid of losing points. Why is Mr. Malfoy not afraid of losing points when he did something wrong, but Neville, who did nothing wrong, is afraid of losing points?"

"Should good people be held at gunpoint?"

Kaisen spread his hands and said bluntly.

Harry and Ron looked at each other and nodded in agreement, but Neville had already believed what Kaisen said.

Only Hermione felt something was wrong: "But the score..."

"The score is not important. It's just an illusory thing. If a little wizard is bound by something so illusory as to be afraid to resist, then the honor is better off not having it."