Dumbledore? He knows nothing about MC alchemy.

That's it! That's it!

I go to bed early and get up early, so you should also go to bed early and don’t watch TV too late. Also, please give me a gift!

Chapter 405 Debate

"We two have different ideas, so there's nothing to debate about. We'll just end up parting ways on bad terms anyway. What's the point of a debate?" Kaisen shook his head, obviously not having that kind of unnecessary competitive spirit.

"I'm not talking about the personal or principled differences. I'm talking about the differences in our teaching philosophies."

After Sgrahorn finished speaking, he waved his wand, and a few chairs and a coffee table, as well as tea bags and hot water, appeared. With the help of magic, the three of them soon sat down, each holding a cup of tea.

"I'm sorry this isn't my own house, so I didn't find any snacks here. After all, I just got here not much earlier than you did." Sgrahorn said apologetically.

"It's okay." Kaisen felt a little better with the warm tea in his hand. He waved his hand, and cookies, mushroom stew, pumpkin pie and three small cakes appeared on the coffee table.

"Oh, dear Kaisen, I have to say that what you said is really great... This is the magic of alchemy. I have to pay you the highest respect..."

Sgraughorn paused. "But I must return to our previous topic, which is our educational philosophy. Please forgive my rambling and abruptness, as I haven't had an in-depth conversation with a high-level person in over a year."

"As I said earlier, your alchemy skills are comparable to only Nicolas Flamel in England, and even in Europe. However, education cannot be achieved solely through passion or love."

"Let me ask you, if we give dragon blood to a foolish wizard who doesn't even know which direction to stir the crucible, wouldn't that be a waste of natural resources?"

After Sgrahorn finished speaking, he slowly took a sip of tea, then picked up a cookie and took a light bite. The tea and cookie blended in his mouth and finally became a sweet paste that caused his blood sugar to explode and his insulin to be unbalanced. He finally swallowed it.

"I have always disagreed with categorizing students into various labels, such as the good students sitting in the front and the less talented and poorly performing students in the back corner of the classroom."

"The second before alchemy succeeds is often chaotic. As the ancient alchemist Paracelsus said, so-called waste is nothing but treasures placed in the wrong place." Kaisen said while eating the small cake in his hand with a spoon.

"But isn't there too much waste in front of us? If we were to pick up every scrap and carefully identify its true nature, how many so-called treasures would we be able to find even in our lifetime? This wasted time might be enough for us to learn more about quality jadeite rough stones that have had a small window cut into them."

Sgraughorn put down the teacup in his hand, picked up the wand again and waved it casually, and a white mist came out of it, slowly reflecting a figure.

"There was once a Minister of Magic named Foley, and this is his daughter, a natural Legilimency who once modified a euphoria potion that made Moaning Myrtle sing. Are we going to spend the same amount of time teaching a fool who can't even remember the stirring directions?"

Kaisen shook his head. "It's not only blood and power that breed wisdom. I once had a student, a pure Muggle-blooded Hufflepuff named France. He wasn't particularly talented. He once spent a whole month memorizing the Essence Formation Table in occult science. But what is he doing now?"

"He used his own wisdom to create a massive magical lens matrix. He now provides the mysterious essence used by alchemists throughout Europe. A new powerful family sprang up under the feet of this humble wizard."

"An old-fashioned medieval compassion. If you had lived in the era of the Big Four, the young wizards of Hufflepuff would probably be attending Kesenhith College."

Sgraughorn made a small joke, then continued, "But that's only a small minority after all. That's survivor bias. If he didn't happen to have talent and good luck, you wouldn't cite him as an example, right?"

"But my elite education can tap into true talents to the greatest extent, in the greatest proportion, and with the highest efficiency. They are the real force driving the progress of the wizarding world."

"Let me tell you about someone you're familiar with, Severus. He showed an astonishing talent for potions right from the time he first entered school. And what has he accomplished since he graduated? He became the Head of Slytherin, improved the formula for the Wolfsbane Potion, which is of no use nowadays, and he also improved the method for mixing the Felicis Felix. His old notes, which he no longer needed when he was a student, are enough to turn a troll into a Potions Master!"

"And my elite club can be said to be composed of such people. Although they may not be as strong as Severus, they are definitely elite wizards who have a driving force for the wizarding world."

"In fact, as far as I know, there are definitely many wizards who are not very talented but have achieved great success. Or do you think that only those who have a decent job in places like the Ministry of Magic, St. Mungo's, the Daily Prophet, and the Wizengamot are successful?"

"One of my students who graduated last year was ranked last in alchemy in his fifth year, but two years later, when he graduated, he successfully passed Gringotts' test. He became an in-house curse breaker, specializing in helping Gringotts repair those old alchemical items."

"There was also a name I saw in the library. He was rejected by his family and Hogwarts because he was a Squib. But when I entered university, he was a world-renowned physicist. Among the seven billion people in the Muggle world, everyone would see his name in textbooks. But in the eyes of Hogwarts, such a person is just a worthless Squib?"

After Kaisen finished speaking, he slowly rinsed his mouth with tea, then took out a piece of watermelon from the void and started eating it by himself.

"That's a fallacy. The two examples you cited, are they really untalented? It's just that their talents were revealed too slowly." Sgrahorn shrugged.

"In fact, I will also absorb these talents later. As long as they show their talent, it's just a matter of time. What's the problem? Severus is a half-blood, Lily is a Muggle. I don't judge people by their so-called bloodline."

Chapter 406 That’s what I think in my heart!

"You are sophistry, and you even plagiarized my argument. Not long after I started saying that wisdom lies in bloodline and power, but now you open and close your mouth and this argument appears in your position?" Kaisen found the place where Sgrahorn was playing rogue very accurately.

"You have a pretty good memory, but is it possible that our views were the same from the beginning? We just approached it differently."

"Deep down, we still like those who are talented and gifted. As for those wizards who can't be taught no matter how hard we try, do we really need to spend more time and energy on them?"

"We just have different approaches. For example, I like to find young wizards who are not prone to making mistakes and have already shown talent, while you also take care of those mediocre young wizards. While teaching the talented young wizards, you also don't forget those without talent, and you go to great lengths to discover their other talents."

"All we look for and need is talent, but we do it differently, that's all." Sgrahorn said slowly.

"But isn't this what we should do?" Kaisen frowned and asked back.

"What?" Sgrahorn looked at Kaisen in surprise.

"I say, isn't this what we should do? Adult wizards entrust us with the continuation of their lives, and young wizards trust us with their blank hearts and minds, allowing us to teach them our own knowledge and our own thoughts without any defense."

"The entire magical community has given us so much preferential treatment. A professor with the fewest classes at Hogwarts has received more applause and cheers in the bar than the powerful Director of the Ministry of Magic!"

"The Ministry of Magic will also give professors the greatest preferential treatment allowed by the rules!"

"Adult wizards, young wizards, the Ministry of Magic, the entire magical society, and a considerable portion of the taxes paid by the entire magical society ultimately become professors' salaries. Isn't this enough for us to be a little more attentive while enjoying ourselves?"

"We have received so much preferential treatment. Shouldn't we allow those little wizards who could have shined but whose light was overshadowed by various reasons to stand on the stage again?"

"If I don't do this, will I still have to groan and moan at the outdated textbooks in get out of class, accept flattery and gifts from a few favorite students after class, and finally teach them a few tricks when I'm in a good mood? As for those mediocre little wizards who knock on your office door, there will be no response at all."

"If you do that, don't you think your salary will be a little bit hot? Fortunately, there are no professors like that at Hogwarts now! Even someone like Severus who hates young wizards with poor grades, if you ask him a sincere question, he will definitely answer it wholeheartedly! Although his attitude is still bad!"

Kaisen's series of deafening moves made Sgrahorn at a loss as to how to continue the conversation. He clearly just wanted to have a good debate with this stranger in front of him who had a high status, reputation and talent, but in the end he ended up being the one-sided one baptized by the storm.

On the other side, Dumbledore also looked a little embarrassed. On the one hand, he always felt that Kaisen might have taken the opportunity to secretly allude to him, making indirect accusations.

On the other hand, he was also afraid that Kaisen would directly scold Sglahorn and make him break down. He had spent the whole night looking for him. What if he really broke down and refused to come out no matter what? Wouldn't his whole night of searching be in vain?

Besides, his new Potions Professor hasn't been found yet. He can't let Snape work two jobs at the same time, right?

Even Dumbledore, who was born in the old capitalist country of England and had truly repaid the Queen's kindness, could not do such a thing.

"Horace, now let me tell you whether our trip was successful." Dumbledore picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Sgraughorn.

"You came here just to let me go back to Hogwarts to teach, and yet our Professor Kaisen said I was worthless." Sgrahorn sighed helplessly.

"So?" Dumbledore asked, but he soon noticed that Sgraughorn kept unconsciously looking at Kaisen who was eating pumpkin pie, and comforted him: "Kaysen's prejudice against you only exists in your teaching methods. He has no opinion on you as a person."

Kaisen whispered, "Actually, there is."

However, the other two pretended not to hear.

"What now?" asked Dumbledore.

Sgrahorn sighed. "What can I do? According to what Kaysen said, I've received so much help from young wizards, adult wizards, the Ministry of Magic, the magical community, and even Galleons. And I've only done a tiny bit. It's as if if I don't return to Hogwarts, I'll become a wage thief who only eats food and doesn't work... What can I do? I'll just go back to teaching!"

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief. Sgraughorn's words were enough. He raised his head and looked at Kaisen, blinking cunningly.

However, the latter did not respond. He pointed at his eyes and said, "If your eyes are uncomfortable, can I use the wind essence to blow on them for you?"

Dumbledore was a little embarrassed. He once again felt what it felt like to leer at a fool.

But he quickly got back to the point: "I'll come pick you up when school starts, or maybe ask a powerful professor to come if you're worried about your safety."

Sgraughorn shrugged. "If they're powerful, you must be out of time. The other two powerful ones are Grindelwald and Professor Kaysen, who has fought You-Know-Who alone more than once... Ah, I'd still choose Kaysen. Even though he's a bit sharp-tongued, he's still safer than Grindelwald."

"As you wish, Kaisen, give me some face." After Dumbledore finished speaking, he looked at Kaisen again and said with a pleading look.

The latter sighed: "Okay."

Dumbledore couldn't help laughing, and he continued laughing even after the two of them left the house where Sgraughorn was hiding.

"Correspondingly, I'm still curious about what's wrong with your eyes." Kaisen was speechless.

"At the time, I was simply admiring the success of your strategy," Dumbledore explained.

"What strategy?" Kaisen asked in surprise.

"Aren't those inspiring words you said a strategy?"

"That's what's in my heart!"

My impression of my high school teacher. Asking for a gift

Chapter 407 I deserve to die!

After returning to the Black mansion, the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, there should be nothing else important to do during the entire holiday. Perhaps all that is left is to... enjoy life.

This is undoubtedly very pleasant.

Moreover, since the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic now have a deeper control over the entire wizarding stronghold, the Black Mansion, which gathers three wizarding families and a large number of scattered wizards, has naturally become a wizarding stronghold and is protected by Auror patrols.

In addition, the unemployed Longbottom family and the Weasley family also often hang out in Grimmauld Place... Oh, and Grindelwald also often buys a Muggle newspaper and sits on a bench in the square to bask in the sun for most of the day.

Nearly a week after the entire holiday, the few young wizards who were imprisoned in the Black mansion finally saw the light of day again, although their range of activities was still limited to Grimmauld Place, which was not small but not big either.

But compared with the previous limited range of activities at the Blake old house, it is already very good.

The other side...................................

Kaisen had no intention of basking in the sun or strolling around. At this moment, he was in the shop of the Weasley twins, looking at the twins' imaginative decoration drawings and starting to make plans.

It's not that Kaisen has no ability, but he is curious about how the two of them could draw such a strange design in the Black mansion where there are no ecstasy drugs or other magical chemicals...or even strange herbs.

"This is simply beyond the imagination of a three-dimensional human being." Kaisen sighed as he looked at the drawing in his hand.

"How about it, Professor, can you do it?" The Weasley twins asked hurriedly after hearing what Kaisen said in such fantastic words.

"Do... Of course I can do it. After all, I am your professor. You can draw it on paper, so there is no reason why I can't make it in reality, right?" Kaisen said proudly.

"Then, do we need to help you...Oh, Professor, you don't need building materials...hiss...then is there anything we can help with?" The Weasley twins said a little embarrassedly.

"Please buy me lunch...and then close the door." Kaisen said concisely.

"No problem Professor."

After the Weasley twins left the shop, Kaisen also started to renovate the shop. The original decoration of the shop was mostly wood and fabric, so...

Kaisen slowly took out the flint and casually touched the wallpaper on the wall. The broken flint and the iron ring floating not far from the flint collided with each other, and a pixel flame exactly one meter high and one meter wide burned on the wallpaper.

"If I'm not fighting and just doing renovations, I'd still appreciate the old-fashioned tools, which are more convenient to use." Kaisen sighed, put away the flint in his hand, and then walked out of the shop.

Although pixel flames do not emit toxic gases, who would want to stay in such a hot space?

Then the Weasley twins saw Kaisen with his hands in his pockets, looking at the raging flames burning in the shop with a arrogant look.

The large amount of food they bought for Kaisen almost fell to the ground, but they reacted quickly and picked up the food bag before it completely hit the ground.

"Could it be that the professor found out that we were secretly saving up some money, and he's angry and unhappy, so he burned down this store to teach us a lesson?" George whispered.