Dumbledore? He knows nothing about MC alchemy.

"What have you deduced?" asked Dumbledore.

"I forgot halfway through my reasoning." Kaisen said a little embarrassedly.

"...Next time, don't talk to me about such meaningless topics as fat-reducing meals." Dumbledore sighed.

"That's wrong. I wrote a mind map in my notebook while reasoning. Now I can reconnect my thoughts just by taking a look at it." Kaisen said with a smile.

"Then just watch. Are you waiting for me to beg you?" Dumbledore said with his half-moon eyes wide open.

"Ahem." Kaisen cleared his throat, took out a notebook from his pocket, opened it, and subconsciously read: "You must open your mouth when eating..."

Hands

cry

Jump

...............The entire professor's table was covered in silence.

Dumbledore looked at Kaisen for a long time, then slowly put down his knife and fork and clapped slowly.

Good...good...good.....

Kaisen quickly closed his notebook, then reopened it as if he couldn't believe it, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and explained, "Sometimes when I sleep, I dream of some truths, and I will write them down... This is a record from the day before yesterday, don't mind it, don't mind it..."

"Your truth...is truly the truth!" exclaimed Dumbledore.

Chapter 458 A Bit Dead

"Of course, other truths include peeling bananas, paying workers, having students in schools, and dying if killed... Oh, that last one is a bit off. Damn, Voldemort doesn't necessarily die if he's killed."

As Kaisen spoke, his voice became lower and lower, and he finally closed the notebook and put it away. After all, this kind of nonsense literature was really shameful.

Dumbledore was the first to finish eating. After he finished, he stood up and stretched, then looked down at Kaisen who was still eating. Then he stretched his arms again and looked down again. Kaisen was still eating.

Then the spine rotated, making a crackling sound, which made Dumbledore feel comfortable for a while and then looked down.

Still eating.

"Kaysen, what are you doing?" Dumbledore said quietly.

"Eat more."

"........................................"

"Aren't you going to tell me the result of your deduction last night?" Dumbledore said stiffly.

"Does the result have any direct connection with what I'm eating now?" Kaisen asked, scratching his head.

"........................................"

Finally, under Dumbledore's extremely strange gaze, as if he was looking at an Avada target, Kaisen finally followed him to the office.

"To put it bluntly, this feels like a newbie in the workplace following his boss into his office under coercion and inducement. Are you going to start using unspoken rules next?" Kaisen complained while sitting on the sofa.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your breakfast time, but there's no need to speculate about me so maliciously. At least I have some pastries here that can fill your stomach a little." After Dumbledore said this, he took out a plate of pastries from the drawer and pushed it towards Kaisen.

"I also need black tea, without sugar, honey or jam." Kaisen picked up a piece of cake and tasted it before continuing.

"No problem." Dumbledore poured Kaisen a cup of plain tea.

"Now, explain your reasoning," said Dumbledore.

"Pay special attention to a fifth-year Slytherin witch named Maple Green," said Kaysen.

"Did she suspect anything?" said Dumbledore.

"Not yet, but what she did could be Voldemort's. For example, she could have used a love potion to control Ravenclaw's Olante, and then used Olante to find me to learn my knowledge, and then teach it to her."

"But if you want to learn, why don't you come to me directly? Why do you need Orlant to be a middleman?" Kaisen said slowly.

Dumbledore wanted to laugh after listening to Kaisen's explanation. What Kaisen did outside Hogwarts was not a human matter?

Every day when he suddenly left Hogwarts during holidays, something would happen outside, either a few more Death Eaters would die here, or a few more Dark wizards would die there.

You look like a Death Eater killing machine every day, pure General Kaysen. Now why don’t the young Slytherin wizards come to you to become your disciples?

However, Dumbledore did not say the above words out loud. Instead, he used a more timid and tolerant way of speaking: "When you have time, you can go to the psychiatric department of a Muggle hospital. Your inability to correctly understand yourself is a disease and needs treatment!"

"Do you think I'm mentally ill?"

"I do not have."

"No, you do!"

"I don't!"

"You have!"

"no!"

"You have!"

"Yes, I do!"

"Then don't blame me............"

"Is that right? And could you be more serious and not act like that Chao Xiong every day? Could you also show the tenderness you treat young wizards to an old wizard like me?" Dumbledore held his forehead. He originally thought that he could make Kaisen change his words on his own initiative in a dramatic way like in novels or other literary works, and then retort him.

The result was naturally a failure, and the smooth feeling even made Dumbledore feel that Kaisen was deliberately looking for trouble, just to find a chance to hit him, the headmaster, and avenge himself for interrupting his meal just now.

"Let's get back to the point. You don't have classes today, but I have work to do later," said Dumbledore.

"In short, the Voldemort I killed last time on Downing Street was too weak, so I thought that Voldemort might be a fake or a split soul, so I didn't take him to heart."

"The last Voldemort I killed was killed by the chandelier above my office, but at that time Voldemort had no idea what actually killed him." Kaisen took a breath when he said this.

"So? What's the point of you saying this?" Dumbledore asked with a frown on his face.

"But in that battle, I used an enchantment that surprised Voldemort. That blow even paralyzed him, ultimately laying a solid foundation for me to kill him."

Dumbledore interrupted again, "Please don't speak to me in this coded language that normal humans can't understand."

"What I want to say is that in that battle, enchantment left a deep impact on Voldemort, and last night Mepro specifically asked Orlante to learn enchantment. Isn't that a coincidence?" Kaisen raised his eyebrows.

"In that case, it is indeed quite a coincidence." Dumbledore frowned from time to time, then smoothed his brows and nodded slowly.

Kaisen said, "I can't always follow them with invisibility potions, so I need you. Didn't you boast to me before that Hogwarts is under your control?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "I'm not bragging. I can get the portraits at Hogwarts to introduce Miss Maplegreen to me."

"uh-huh."

"uh-huh."

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

Soon the air became silent again.

"What are you doing?" Dumbledore asked subconsciously as he looked at Kaisen in front of him who seemed to be a little dead, and then he found that Kaisen seemed to be really a little dead.

Kaisen, who was sleeping, could vaguely hear some sounds, which seemed to be...

"Hey... Hey! Hey?... Ah!!!! Madam Pang... help... sleep? Damn!"

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Chapter 459 Voldemort's True Plan

“Ha…ah…”

Kaisen slowly sat up from his bed, then he mechanically put on his clothes, teleported out of the office and walked towards the auditorium.

After sitting in the professor's seat, he looked at the food in front of him and scratched his head: "Will eating such a heavy meal so early in the morning be bad for my stomach?"

Dumbledore glanced at Kaisen and thought that the child might have fallen asleep. "It's noon now. This is lunch."

"Oh, I'm sorry. So what happened this morning wasn't a dream?" Kaisen asked.

"It's a shame, but you did a lot of very stupid things at the time, but the fact is, they were all true," added Snape, who was sitting on the other side of Kaisen.

"Okay." Kaisen lowered his head. At this moment, he just wanted to get into the lamb chops in front of him and avoid being seen by others.

However, Dumbledore obviously did not intend to let him have his wish, and finally forcefully pulled Kaisen out of the mutton chops.

"I followed your advice and sent the portrait to monitor Maple Green," Dumbledore whispered.

"So." Kaisen blinked and waited for what was to come.

"Just this morning, I seemed to see a very familiar yet strange shadow. Tom Riddle, of course this Tom Riddle is a female."

Kaisen nodded: "So you have confirmed it?"

Dumbledore shook his head: "Of course not, there is still one last step. Now the school has a difficult task for you."

"In fact, I don't really want to accept this difficult task." Kaisen clicked his tongue.

"Why?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.

"Because if I miss class, I will always need a substitute teacher, and I don't want you to substitute for me. After all, you are an outsider." Kaisen said quietly.

"Then the timing of this task is very good. You definitely don't have any classes at that time." Dumbledore said with relief.

"Huh? Wait, let me guess, are you going to wait until Christmas and let me secretly follow Mepro back to her house, and then see if there are any clues?" Kaisen's face suddenly became embarrassed.

"If Professor Trelawney retires one day, I will definitely let you take over the vacant position in the Divination class." Dumbledore slowly revealed his big white teeth.

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

It was Christmas in a blink of an eye. In order to let Maple go home and give Kaisen the opportunity to follow her, Dumbledore deliberately did not even issue the procedures for staying in school during the Christmas holiday.

Kaisen was even more ruthless. No matter if you were an orphan or your family was unhappy, if it really didn't work out, Hogwarts would directly give you a holiday allowance, and you had to leave Hogwarts even if you had to sleep in a hotel.

Of course, since he dared to come up with such an idea, he was definitely not afraid that Mepro would come to get the subsidy with a big face. After all, if Mepro was really Voldemort, he would never do such an ooc behavior, such as claiming to be a pure blood and then coveting those small things.

Isn't it obvious that there is something wrong with this kind of ooc behavior?

"That's not right..." In the principal's office, Dumbledore and Kaisen stood side by side in front of the windowsill, watching the little wizards carrying their luggage onto the train. The former suddenly said in surprise.