Dumbledore? He knows nothing about MC alchemy.

"I... still want to be closer to Hogwarts," Neville said with a sigh.

"Then study hard and try to stay in school." Kaisen drew circles on Neville's report card one after another. These were the subjects that Neville wanted to study hard.

Next came a few young wizards from Gryffindor. There were only a few jobs they wanted: jobs that allowed them to fight, take risks, and make money. In fact, there were not many ways to translate them: Auror, striker, adventure novelist, travel novelist, and Gringotts curse breaker.

After Gryffindor was finished, it was time for Slytherin.

A skinny little wizard from Slytherin appeared in front of him.

The little wizard saw the brooch on Kaisen's chest and his eyes lit up slightly.

Asking for a gift

Chapter 371 The Owner of the Brooch

Kaisen raised his eyebrows. He knew the little wizard who came. He was a very rare little wizard of pure Muggle descent in Slytherin. As for the quality of life of this little wizard in Slytherin...it can only be said that those who know will understand.

At this time, the little wizard also sat opposite him.

"Hello, Professor."

"Hello, Byers, how have you been?"

Biles shrugged: "Just messing around."

Kaisen quietly sat up straight. "I don't think the Sorting Hat nowadays really sorts wizards by their qualities. Most of the time, it looks at their family bloodline."

"For example... Weasley joined Gryffindor, Malfoy joined Slytherin, the Abbotts are die-hard supporters of Hufflepuff, and the Hawkes are always present in Ravenclaw."

"As long as these young wizards are not too outrageous, like Sirius from the Black family, the sorting results will basically be fine."

"And now, you've entered Slytherin as a Muggle wizard. I can only say that the Slytherin qualities within you are far superior to those Slytherin wizards who rely on bloodline. And now you tell me... you plan to just muddle through?"

"I don't believe it." Kaisen said, shaking his head.

"Then what answer do you want to hear, Professor?" Biles smiled awkwardly.

"I don't care about that. Of course, the answer I want to hear now may be your future plans." Kaisen said.

"My future plans are definitely not in the wizarding world. It's backward and ignorant here, without any vitality. A Muggle wizard who has no connection with pure-bloods will either rot like a mushroom in a corner, or be crushed into the mud by those powerful pure-bloods." Byers shook his head and said.

"You are a Slytherin, right? There was a Gryffindor classmate who wanted to climb to the pinnacle of power in the Ministry of Magic and fight for the rights of Muggle wizards." Kaisen began to flip through the employment book in his hand.

"This is the trait of Slytherin. I don't intend to fight my way through this path with so much resistance. In comparison, I prefer another path." Byers sat in a chair, hugged his shoulders, and said after thinking for a while.

"Hmm, any ideas?" Kaisen raised his eyebrows.

"My father once asked in the Muggle world, and he found out that the Prime Minister is surrounded by a group of...um..." Byers suddenly approached Kaisen and spoke cautiously, and then he was splashed with water in the face by the brooch on Kaisen's chest.

“Oh…” Biles was a little confused and wiped his face.

Kaisen looked at Byers with amusement and raised an eyebrow. "I noticed that you've been looking at this brooch from time to time since you sat in front of me. So, was it a gift from you?"

"Um...hehe." Biles said somewhat embarrassedly.

"The craftsmanship is okay, but you're too timid to even write your name on the gift." Kaisen raised his eyebrows and said.

"Actually, I didn't intend to give you this gift. My original gift was this." Byers took out an exquisite, platinum-colored dagger from his arms and placed it in front of Kaisen.

"As for that, it was a small bet between me and my roommate. He bet me that after you set such a good example and expelled your entire family from Slytherin, I wouldn't dare give you such a prank thing. The bet was a book that recorded the dark arts." Byers explained.

"This bet is surprisingly profitable." Kaisen picked up the small dagger, waved his hand to create a small base, placed the dagger on it, and almost instantly floated above the base.

"Anyway, thank you for your gifts. I like both of them. In fact, when I first realized that this brooch was given by you, I thought you were being bullied by Slytherin." Kaisen said.

Biles gave a strange smile. "They've been pushing me to improve for the past five years. Unlike those useless people who rest on their laurels, all I lack now are resources."

"I understand." Kaisen nodded. "Didn't you say before that your father helped you find out about those people around the Prime Minister that you were unsure about? They are wizards, and they are all Muggle wizards like you and me."

After he finished speaking, he dug into his pocket and pulled out two business cards: "Two business cards, one is from the Prime Minister, and the other is from one of your seniors. He is currently working for the Prime Minister."

Then he held out his hand: "Your transcript."

Byers handed over the report card, and Kaisen circled the subjects of Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Alchemy, Divination, and Herbology.

"Work hard on these subjects. If you want that job, you must be a pragmatist."

Biles took the report card and nodded, then thought for a moment and bowed again: "Thank you, professor."

"Uh-huh...please call the next person over for me." Kaisen responded.

"no problem."

Kaisen then looked at the career guidance document in his hand, guessing who would be the next one. When he looked up...

"Draco, are your parents okay?" Kaisen asked.

"I just contacted you this morning using the two-way mirror, Professor. Here's my transcript." Draco handed it over and asked with some confusion, "Professor, didn't you receive my gift?"

"As for that brooch, I have too many brooches and can't carry them all. In comparison, this one is more special and interesting." Kaisen flicked the brooch on his chest with his fingers, and a stream of water rushed towards Draco.

"Um, did you make this yourself?" Draco took the tissue handed to him by Kaisen, wiped his face and asked.

"It was given to you by your classmates in Slytherin," Kaisen explained.

"He's so boring." Draco said helplessly.

"That's a good idea." Kaisen said as he looked at Draco's report card. To be honest, among the Slytherins of this year, Draco was indeed T0 level. For example, his report card was full of O's, which made him much better than most of those playboys who relied on their parents' influence.

"Tell me about your dream." Kaisen didn't mention his career this time. After all, with Draco's family, they could live very well even without working, so he directly asked about a more vague topic.

Chapter 372 Discipline Completed

Draco glanced at the ceiling in a daze: "As for dreams... I haven't thought about it... maybe inheriting the family business."

"In this way, you can just express yourself freely and choose courses based on your own interests," Kaisen explained.

"Is it that simple?" Draco asked doubtfully.

"Honestly, every time I see people like you who don't have to worry about the future acting like Versailles in front of me, I have the urge to give you a big beating. So can you please not say it so easily? Just keep it to yourself. Please don't say it out loud and make everyone unhappy." Kaisen said helplessly.

"Oh, okay, professor." Draco raised the corners of his mouth helplessly and left the office.

A career guidance session took Kaisen about the entire morning, and it was not until noon in the Great Hall that Dumbledore returned to Hogwarts with Professor McGonagall and Snape.

The timing is just right, giving people the impression that they deliberately don't want to give people career guidance.

"You really misunderstood this. It's just that our meeting was very brief." Snape said without blushing or beating his heart.

"...It's better this way." Kaisen said dimly.

On the other side of the table, Hagrid was thinking about how to convince Dumbledore to help him discipline a younger brother who he had created out of nowhere.

Finally, Dumbledore was so annoyed by Hagrid that he said bluntly: "We have so many professors. If there is any professor who you think can discipline your brother and can do it successfully, I will agree to let him stay in Hogwarts."

Hagrid saw Dumbledore make an opening, and quickly climbed up the pole and began to observe the professors at the long table.

Professor McGonagall, I'm afraid...

Professor Snape...scared...

Professor Flitwick... is too young...

Professor Sprout... may not be able to...

Professor Grindelwald...scared...

Other ordinary professors... may not be able to...

Hmm...it seems like there's an ordinary professor who isn't ordinary...

Hagrid stopped eating and appeared next to Kaisen, causing the latter, who was eating noisily, to look at Hagrid beside him in confusion.

"What happened?" Kaisen asked in confusion.

"I have a small favor to ask you for help." Hagrid said with a smug smile.

"..........Tell me." Kaisen said after a second of silence.

"..........It's a very small favor indeed."

........................................

"Is this what you call a very small favor?" Kaisen looked at the giant in front of him who was at least sixteen feet tall and touched his chin silently.

No matter how you look at it, this trouble doesn't seem...small.

"How's it going, Kaisen?" Hagrid asked eagerly.

"Answer me first, who is this guy?" Kaisen asked.

"My younger brother is called Grawp. You should know that I am a half-giant. My father is a wizard and my mother is a giant. He is a pure-blooded giant and my half-brother." Hagrid explained.

"What do you want me to do? Discipline him? Tell him to stop causing trouble?" Kaisen tilted his head and looked at Hagrid.

"You could say that." Hagrid nodded. "I can't lie to you, but Grawp is indeed more aggressive than me... well... just tell him to stop smashing things unconsciously." Hagrid said.

"That's no problem, but I have to say this in advance, Hagrid, for a big guy like this with low intelligence, he won't listen to reason when you talk to him." Kaisen said slowly.

"So how are you going to discipline him?" Hagrid asked doubtfully.

"Let him feel the pain and the fear. Do you agree?" Kaisen asked with his head tilted.

"agree!"

As soon as Hagrid finished speaking, Kaisen disappeared instantly, leaving only his long windbreaker draped over Hagrid's shoulders, and the last sound was a sound of breaking air.

Kaisen appeared next to Grawp's head in an instant, and a whip kick made a series of sonic booms and finally hit Grawp's head hard.

Also touching Grawp's head was a message: "I am Kesensis!"

Before Grawp could react, he flew like a kite with a broken string towards a tree that was as thick as two or three Hagrids, and instantly smashed the tree into pieces.

However, the poor giant still did not stop and continued to fly away.

Kaisen was waiting there early, just like a badminton racket waiting for the flying badminton in a specific position in advance.

With another bang, Kaisen slapped Grawp on the top of his head, knocking him heavily to the ground, creating a huge hole.

Another sentence drilled into Grawp's head along with the severe pain.

"I'm Kaisenhis!"