Dumbledore? He knows nothing about MC alchemy.

"I have to say, you are a good person in the true sense." Snape listened to the mumbling behind him and commented.

"I'll take that as a compliment." Kaisen nodded.

"It's up to you. You don't have to think so much. Dumbledore never told you that he was a completely good person. Do you know his nickname? The White Lord."

"I've been mentally prepared. I also know that a good person in the traditional sense cannot become the headmaster of a magic school, not to mention that this school has to deal with the Ministry of Magic."

"I just hate that kind of... I can't put it into words, but his arrogance has almost made four young wizards go to see Merlin, but he kept talking about planning and controlling it. I couldn't help myself..."

"Maybe I should apologize to him sometime."

Snape listened quietly, and even smiled when he heard Kaisen slap Dumbledore on the nose.

"Honestly, you did what I've always wanted to do."

"Maybe, but why are you doing this? Is it also because of the safety of the little wizard?"

"No."

"Workers' resentment towards their bosses?"

"Not really. This question is quite complicated."

"Okay." Kaisen shrugged and stopped talking.

"Dumbledore asked me to confirm that you are only here to temporarily deprive Quirrell of his ability to cause trouble, and to vent your anger. Now my mission is completed, and I remember you don't have any classes next... Maybe find a way to relax." Snape said suddenly as he walked in front.

"Wow, is this comforting?"

"If you think so, then this is it."

"Thanks. I might find a small room to renovate it, like Hagrid's hut. I've always wanted to demolish that little house and rebuild it."

"it's up to you."

After returning to the office, Kaisen sat down weakly on the office chair, leaning back with his feet on the desk.

He was too impatient just now. He should have checked on Harry, Neville and the others first before breaking Quirrell's spine.

The order was wrong, and now he didn't plan to go, or rather, he couldn't go. After all, he was really not good at lying.

At that time, Madam Pomfrey angrily asked him, "Do you know who has a grudge against Professor Quirrell?"

He definitely couldn't hold it in at that time.

Absolutely, you might even laugh out loud.

Just as he maintained such an extremely comfortable posture, feeling the greatness of ergonomics, there was a knock on the office door.

"I left the door unlocked, please come in."

Dumbledore walked in with a piece of gauze on his nose, and what seemed to be a clip to fix it, carrying a fruit basket in his hand.

"Kasen, I apologize to you for my arrogance." Dumbledore walked in and put the fruit basket on the desk.

Kaisen awkwardly put his feet down from the desk.

"I wasn't hurt by you. If you want to apologize, you should go to Harry and Neville, and Hermione too."

"And Ron, honestly, he really deserves to be a Gryffindor. At that time, he even wanted to hug the troll's neck and strangle it, even though the troll's neck was thicker than his waist."

"They have woken up, and I have sincerely apologized to them."

"Now I'm here to apologize to you. My arrogance has hurt the heart of a great professor who truly loves Hogwarts and the young wizards." Dumbledore sat down and said earnestly.

"It feels a bit awkward...and don't look at me like that, it's quite corny." Kaisen said with a chill.

Dumbledore shook his head.

"Okay." Kaisen sat up straighter. He was not good at talking about these big principles, so he chose to change the subject.

"I don't know your specific plan, but now that Quirrell has been crippled by me, he probably won't be able to cause any trouble while his new spine grows."

"I'm glad you didn't kill him outright," Dumbledore said.

"Actually, I did think about it, but when I think about how difficult it is to kill the Voldemort you mentioned, keeping him under my nose is a good idea."

"Thank you for your understanding."

Chapter 32: Fusion of Ender Pearls

A week later, Kaisen was tinkering with the enchantment table in front of him in his office in a depressed mood.

Because he still underestimated Madam Pomfrey's skills, Quirrell, who was half-crippled by him, appeared on the podium of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom again a week later.

Snape was also unhappy with him.

However, the reasons why they were unhappy were slightly different. Kaisen was unhappy because Quirrell had caused trouble again.

Snape lost his position as substitute professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, which he had just received for a week.

But now he forced himself to clear out the evil thoughts related to Quirrell from his head, and continued to study the enchantment table in front of him.

He had been studying for a week, enchanting the magic of the Ender Pearl into his body.

It can be said that everything is ready, except for the first step.

A few pieces of lapis lazuli suddenly appeared in his hands and he placed them on the enchantment table.

Before, when I enchanted my wand and wizard robes, I just used a huge amount of magic power to satisfy my needs.

But now, if you want to enchant yourself, you have to be as professional as possible, after all, it can easily result in loss of life.

The next moment he placed the book in his hand on the enchantment table and it floated up.

In an instant, strands of text symbols were drawn out from the book, and combined with magic power, they slowly generated a purple light.

puff.

Peng!

Dumbledore in the headmaster's office was startled when he heard the loud noise.

"Madam in the white dress, do you know what happened?" he asked a portrait that was visiting the principal's office.

"I'll go ask." The lady in the white dress left the portrait and came back soon.

"There was an explosion in the Alchemy Office, and Professor Kesenhis disappeared."

Dumbledore's originally calm face suddenly stiffened.

"I hope nothing happened to him..."

He stood up, thought for a moment, and then Apparated into the alchemy office.

At this moment, the office was blown to pieces by a horrific explosion, and Kaisen...

Kaisen appeared in every corner of the office.

It’s not some advanced clone technique, it’s simply that his teleportation speed is too fast.

"Dumbledore, help me, I can't stop."

Dumbledore took out the Elder Wand and nodded. Kaisen, who had been unable to control his teleportation, finally stopped, or was pulled by a more powerful force of space.

Every time he teleported out, he would be moved back by an even more powerful and strange spatial force.

"Oh my god, Merlin... It seems like I should redecorate this office." After Kaisen returned to normal, he patted his chest in fear.

"Before that, would you mind letting me know what you are doing?" Dumbledore found a relatively...complete stool and sat down.

"Look at this thing." Kaisen threw the Ender Pearl directly to Dumbledore.

"This thing is an alchemical creation. What is its use?"

"Smash him to pieces."

Dumbledore nodded and threw it to the ground.

With a hum, Kaisen appeared directly at the place where the Ender Pearl shattered.

"Oh... wonderful alchemy, indeed," Dumbledore praised.

"But you still haven't told me why you blew this place into a wasteland."

Kaisen's expression suddenly became constipated. After thinking about it, he took out the booklet on the alchemy of flesh and blood that he had copied from [Forbidden Alchemy].

Dumbledore flipped through the pages and said, "You should have called me, because this is really dangerous."

"I've experimented with this many times, and the success rate has reached a very impressive level."

"How many?"

"As high as 24%, which means a 24% probability."

Dumbledore was somewhat helpless: "I sincerely hope that you will cherish your own life as much as you cherish the life of the little wizard."

Kaisen shrugged. "Relax, just think of it as a joke. The real probability is definitely not as low as I said. Relax."

"I hope so. Can I release you from your restraint now?" Dumbledore sighed.

"Almost, I think I can control myself."

Dumbledore took out his wand and nodded. The next moment, Kaisen felt that he had never been so free as he was at that moment. With just a thought, he appeared behind Dumbledore.

"That's really good." he exclaimed.

"Hmm, pretty good."

From that day on, Kaisen's life seemed to have become simple.

Apart from anything else, the commute time that he usually hated the most was shortened to one or two seconds, because at the beginning he could easily teleport to the Potions classroom downstairs from the Alchemy classroom.

Just, it's embarrassing.

But none of this mattered, because Madam Hooch, the flying lessons professor, was sitting on the sofa in the corner of his office with a huge suitcase in front of her.

"I'm glad you opened the door for me. It saved me the trouble of taking a few guys back to the factory where they were made."

Kaisen nodded. "Of course I'll open the door for you, but this is... uh, what is this?"

"A full set of Quidditch balls, a Quaffle, two Bludgers, and a Golden Snitch. This year's Quidditch Cup is about to begin, and I have to get all these balls into shape before the game, so I came to you." Madam Hooch said with a smile.

"Of course, but honestly, don't expect too much from me. I've never been exposed to this kind of thing before."

Kaisen took the suitcase containing the four balls and opened it with a click. The Golden Snitch was about to flap its wings and fly away, but fortunately it was confined tightly in the suitcase.