Dumbledore? He knows nothing about MC alchemy.

"Damn it! I forgot what kind of fall damage lava can cause!" Kaisen's wailing voice came from below.

"Are you okay?" Steve stretched his head and made a yo-yo sound towards Kaisen below.

"It's okay." Kaisen sighed helplessly. He was just in pain in the true sense, but he was not injured.

After complaining, he slowly swam towards the shiny object in the center of the magma pool.

Steve stood on the crater and knocked his head in confusion: "What did you see?"

Kaisen, who had already fished out the thing, suddenly returned to Steve and said, "A piece of rubber tree resin that can resist the burning of magma... This thing is not ordinary." Kaisen looked at the sticky brown substance in his hand and said with some confusion.

A resin that has no magical power is actually the only substance in Voldemort's body that cannot be destroyed by magma this time. This shows that the power of this resin is definitely not low, but no magic can be felt in it.

"This touches upon my blind spot in knowledge," Kaisen murmured.

"Let's go back and ask Dumbledore," Steve suggested.

"Yeah, that's it. Let's go back to Hogwarts."

Kaisen nodded, and the Enderman's Field enveloped the two of them. The next moment, they appeared in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

"I have destroyed Voldemort's new body, but allowing him to resurrect infinitely is not a problem. The search for the Horcrux is imminent. Also, Dumbledore Grindelwald, you two take a look at this thing." Kaisen placed the piece of resin on the desk.

Dumbledore's eyes, now a little relieved, lowered to glance at the resin. "Mystical substance? Where did you get it?"

[The painter's beautiful and weird secondary creation] I really couldn't hold it back when I saw this. The humorous mood surpassed Xia Fan, and the painter still needs applause.

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Chapter 433 Mysticism?

"Occultism?" Kaisen was confused. Fortunately, the chaos at Hogwarts was over, so there were not many people in the office, otherwise Kaisen would not be the only one confused.

"This is a subject that has long since disappeared in the long river of history. Strictly speaking, it is not entirely concrete magic, but rather abstract concepts. For example, this piece of mystical resin that Tom found from somewhere represents the concepts of fusion, protection, adaptation, and resilience," Dumbledore explained.

"So, what's the use of this thing?" Kaisen still didn't understand.

Dumbledore knocked on the desk where the resin was sticking, but this time there was no crisp sound. "Touch this desk."

Although Kaisen didn't understand what Dumbledore meant, he still touched the desk. When he touched it, he was immediately surprised to find that the desk had become soft!

"So magical!" Because the resin is stuck to the desk, the desk also has the concept of this resin, which is hard and tough.

When Kaisen raised his hand, he felt a strange sticky sensation. The desk was stuck to his hand and was carried upward in a rather strange curve by his hand. "And fusion."

He slowly squatted down, his eyes level with the piece of resin on the desk: "So the reason Voldemort was able to have that strange body shape is because of this piece of resin."

Dumbledore looked at the attentive Kaisen and then at Steve who was changing his clothes. "What are you talking about Voldemort's physical form?"

Steve immediately repeated to Dumbledore the story of Voldemort's rubbery body.

"Only people like Tom can do this... They can replace and upgrade their bodies at will. Most people wouldn't dare to do this." Dumbledore sighed.

"So Voldemort used this piece of mystical resin to counter Kaisen's mechanical arm and physical attacks, as well as Steve's sword, but obviously he did not succeed." Grindelwald said with a sneer as he picked up the piece of resin.

"That's right. He might still think that he has made progress while I am standing still." Kaisen raised his eyebrows and said.

"What use do you have for this resin?" Grindelwald asked.

Kaisen shook his head. He was never afraid of physical attacks, so this piece of resin that was specifically designed to defend against physical attacks was of no use to him. The only thing that could defeat him was that kind of strange magic.

It's strange to say, after being an alchemy professor for so many years, my main attack methods nowadays are strictly speaking all at the physical and materialistic level. Whether it is a dump truck, a robotic arm, or various elemental magics, they are all entities.

As for the rule-based magic like that of traditional wizards, the only ones that can be considered are the New Magic Arts and the Mysterious Source, but one can imagine how good his control is.

"Wait... occult." Kaisen suddenly realized and asked Grindelwald for the resin. "Grindelwald, let me see that resin."

The latter gave the resin to Kaisen.

Kaisen picked up the resin and carefully analyzed it with a monocle, and found that it was the mystery of two completely opposite systems.

The mysterious power in Kaisen's own MC module, the Mysterious Age, is tangible, and the magic lens can be used to directly extract and use the power from various things.

The power of this mysterious resin, which has an unknown number of years of history, is abstract. No power can be revealed by looking at it alone or even analyzing it carefully, but it does have a very profound concept.

With the support of this concept, the hard office desk can be made as if it were made of rubber, soft, elastic, and sticky.

"Did you see anything?" Grindelwald asked curiously.

Kaisen shook his head. "If you ignore that abstraction, it's not even resin."

Dumbledore nodded. "You are absolutely right. In a sense, it is not really resin. It is just a mass of abstract concepts that have been materialized. Resin is the natural object that best fits these concepts, so resin has become its external form."

"If there is a concept called explosion, then its embodiment would be a bomb, right?" Kaisen raised his eyebrows and made this magical guess.

"Perhaps, for example, the concept of sharpness was embodied in ancient times as reed grass. After humans appeared, it became a stone spear, then a bronze sword, and then a steel knife. As for what it is now, I don't know."

"Mysticism is incredibly tolerant. Whether you're a wizard or a Muggle, as long as you're lucky, you can gain its favor. Who knows, it might just be a technological creation hiding in corners."

Dumbledore said.

Kaisen nodded: "Do you have any use for this resin?"

Dumbledore and Grindelwald both shook their heads. After all, wizards used spells to kill people. If an Avatar bit into the melon, it would be like eating a rubber fruit and he would still die. Therefore, this piece of resin was of no use to most wizards.

"OK, then I'll take it back to study. I'm quite interested in this kind of thing." Kaisen put away the resin with a smile, and teleported back to his bed to go to sleep.

"Wait." Dumbledore stopped Kaisen and said, "If you are curious about this, I have a book here that you might be able to study a little." As he said that, he rummaged through the drawer and finally took out a thick and shabby book.

Kaisen took the book and said, "Thank you. I'll return it after I finish copying it."

This time he really teleported away.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald, who remained in the office, looked at each other.

"Where did Tom get his knowledge of the occult? He knows enough already," said Dumbledore, frowning.

"I thought you would focus on other things, such as his Horcruxes." Grindelwald raised his eyebrows.

"We don't even know how many Horcruxes Tom has." Dumbledore shook his head helplessly.

"That new Potions Professor? You went to great lengths to turn me into a security guard, removed Snape from his position as Potions Professor, and brought him to Hogwarts, wasn't it just to get information about Voldemort's Horcruxes from him?" Grindelwald said.

"How do you know?" Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald. He had never talked about this with Grindelwald.

"You just need to calculate the professor's teaching time and Voldemort's age. Is it difficult?" Grindelwald said excitedly.

"Oh, I still can't hide it from you."

Chapter 434 Another Plan

"Owner......"

"Owner.........."

"Owner................."

"Owner!"

Voldemort's new body slowly awakened to the sound.

If Kaisen were here, he would definitely scream out in confusion.

He was chanting the incantation of Niu Erbizhi at that time, and we were all trying our best to... live~

But the problem now is that Kaison has tried so hard, how come little Barty Crouch is still alive?

Something is wrong, something is wrong, this is really not right!

"Master, you're back." Barty Crouch Jr. said humbly.

"Well, you all should leave." Voldemort said as he slowly sat up. After driving the others away, he just wanted to be alone and quiet.

This is the first time...

People who die often know that a normal person usually has some complex and pure emotions towards the person who killed him, such as resentment.

And now, Voldemort died four times in total, and in the end, Kaisen killed him three times alone!

In a sense, his hatred for Kaisen is even stronger than that for Harry.

"I need another one." Voldemort murmured softly, picked up the wand at hand, waved it casually, made a small cut in the void, and took out a small box from it.

After opening the box, there was a small piece of mirror fragment inside.

"In mysticism, it symbolizes rebound, but every rebound will damage its essence... But if the opponent is Kaisen, it is worth it!" Voldemort murmured softly.

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

The next morning, perhaps because he slept too late the night before, Kaisen woke up exceptionally early.

In this way, he found a mysterious little puppet in the office who had calmed down and was planning to live a quiet life. He put him on the desk and asked the puppet to help him copy the book on mysticism that Dumbledore lent him.

I sat on the sofa and made myself a cup of hot tea, real hot tea.

While slowly drinking tea, he looked at the resin in his hand that he was playing with like plasticine.

As for the courses.

Since Kaisen worked so hard late into the night to save Hogwarts from disaster, there was nothing wrong with him asking Dumbledore for a week's vacation.

Dumbledore is so powerful, let him put together the alchemy module puzzle and teach alchemy.

What? You mean he's really going to teach alchemy?

But then again.................

"Teacher, I don't have classes this morning, so I came to your place to see if I can work overtime or something." Clay's voice suddenly interrupted Kaisen's self-satisfaction, and he immediately controlled the teapot to pour a cup of tea for Clay.

"The only overtime work now is editing books. There are no teaching opportunities." Kaisen reminded as he pushed the tea over.

"No problem, Professor... Professor, what is it doing?" Clay asked the mysterious puppet that was copying books on the desk.

"Copy the book. This book was lent to me by Dumbledore. I don't know if it will harm the little wizard, so don't read it." Kaisen reminded Clay quickly as he looked at him who was obviously eager to try.

"OK, it seems that what the professor is researching is becoming more and more mysterious." Clay nodded, picked up the manuscripts in the drawer again, and began to string them together and finally compile them into a huge book.

Kaisen was still playing with the resin, thinking in his mind.

He had never been exposed to this subject before and didn't even know it existed.