Dumbledore? He knows nothing about MC alchemy.

"Three of you, let's find a place to have a drink?" Hagrid appeared behind them and said with a smile.

Kaisen looked back at Hagrid and said, "I can't do it anymore. I'm quitting."

Hagrid scratched his head in confusion. "But you drank a lot at noon."

Kaisen shrugged. "Yeah, but I suddenly realized that drinking is a losing business. It costs money and harms the body, so I quit."

"But you just drank it not long ago at noon, less than two hours ago." Hagrid was still scratching his head.

"Yeah, I just quit too. Isn't that a coincidence?"

"How long have you been sober?"

"Less than two hours?"

"Okay then..." Hagrid tapped his temple with his fingers. He now needed to use his clever brain to frame Professor Kaisen to the table.

He quickly came up with a new excuse: "Since you've successfully quit drinking, how about we celebrate properly?"

"Let's go!" Kaisen said and stood up.

"But Professor, didn't you say you quit drinking?" Neville asked, scratching his head.

"Abstinence is abstinence, and socializing is socializing. The two are different," Kaysen explained.

"Professor, you're amazing!" Harry and Neville looked at each other and gave a thumbs up in encouragement.

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"Congratulations to Professor Kaisen for successfully quitting drinking! Cheers!"

In a quiet corner of the living room, a small wine table is occupied by most of the people drinking at the moment. They gather together, clinking their glasses with each other, looking very happy.

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"This is Antarctica. We just need to stay in seclusion here for a while. After Nose Mouth dies tragically, we can return to England." Antarctica, a pair of Death Eaters set foot on this solid and cold continent.

"How do you know when he's going to die?"

"Because I subscribe to the Daily Prophet, of course!"

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Chapter 469 School starts............

Christmas time passes very quickly......

For example, now... Kaisen and his friends were lying in bed at the Black mansion when school started.

Fortunately, the task of escorting the train was given to Grindelwald, while Kaisen successfully took on the task of patrolling Hogwarts.

Although Hogwarts is huge, it is still much better than leaving in the morning and arriving in the evening, which is like having a tough time all day.

In the evening, Kaisen sat happily in the professor's chair, feeling refreshed as he watched the little wizards gradually arrive.

Snape frowned.

"What's wrong? School has finally started, so why are you still unhappy?" Kaisen asked curiously.

"Not everyone likes going to work as much as you and SpongeBob, but it's not because of this, but because Slytherin is missing someone." Snape explained.

"Who is it?" Kaisen said and looked towards the Slytherin table.

Oh! There is indeed someone missing, and that person is an acquaintance, Maple Green!

Could it be that he was afraid that after returning, Orlante would come and bite him like an Avada, so he was too scared to go to school?

Kaisen thought as he sipped his wine.

At this moment, an owl that looked very powerful flew over from a distance and flew straight towards Snape.

After taking the envelope, the latter did not give the owl some snacks or dried fruits like the others did. Instead, he simply waved his hand and threw the owl's package out with a burst of magic.

When Kaisen saw the letter, he didn't say anything. Instead, he sat in his chair and waited quietly for the food to be served.

Snape, who was standing next to him, tore the letter paper in his hand with too much force, making a loud noise.

"What's wrong?" Kaisen asked.

"I'll come back to tell you. I need to take care of some other things first." He stood up and invited Sgrahorn to the corridor.

Soon the two came back, but it was obvious that they both looked unhappy.

"Fighting?" Kaisen asked.

"No, we had an argument about something. I think he is too lenient with these little wizards!" Snape said with a chill all over his body.

"what happened?"

Snape did not answer him, but handed the letter over directly.

After Kaisen took it, he glanced at it roughly, and then his whole expression became extremely awkward.

The message in the letter was very simple and clear. Because Mepro had given Orlante a love potion, Orlante had reported him and he would end up in Azkaban for two weeks. He had already been there for fourteen days and only had one day left to be released, so he was asking for a day off.

Kaisen immediately put on a mask of pain: "So why would Hogwarts give someone such an illegal potion?"

Snape shrugged. "It's a traditional English craft. It's legal to brew, but illegal to use."

"So... this is the first case I've seen... Your Potions class was really skillful. You taught such a group of adolescent kids, but not one of them went to Azkaban. I admire you." Kaisen sighed.

"Of course!" Snape subconsciously felt a little proud, and then his face inevitably fell.

Because the little wizard who used the love potion was a Slytherin.

The problem is that this potion should be a sixth-grade course, and the Green family doesn't know much about potions. To buy it in Diagon Alley, you need an adult wizard's wand for registration.

So where did Maplegreen's love potion come from?

Obviously, it was taught by Sgrahorn. Perhaps because he was attracted by the influence of the Green family, Sgrahorn brought Mepro into the group without any surprise.

And he even dared to open such a special kitchen...

"He is still like this after all these years, always liking to teach students some knowledge that they cannot grasp." Dumbledore on the side also sighed.

"By the way, where is he?" Kaisen looked to the other side of Dumbledore. Sgraughorn had just come back with Snape, but now no one knew where he had gone.

"I'm trying to find someone to smooth things over for Miss Green," Professor McGonagall explained. "He just complained to me. Apparently, he thinks a little wizard asking him for this dangerous knowledge has no ill intentions and is simply trying to satisfy his curiosity. How many times has he gotten into big trouble because of this mentality?"

"I've lost count." Dumbledore sighed.

"But isn't Maple going to be released from prison tomorrow? It'll only take one day, no, just one night." Kaisen pinched the bridge of his nose. He was not worried about Maple. First of all, the distribution of Dementors in Azkaban was very particular.

Most Dementors are concentrated in the center of Azkaban, where Dark wizards and Death Eaters are imprisoned.

Secondly, between Sirius's escape and the two times they'd taken the initiative to camp out in Azkaban, the Dementors in Azkaban had been largely wiped out. Going to Azkaban now was simply a change of venue for Christmas...

Poor Meple, he had to take the blame for Voldemort twice.

I carried it once at the Orlant and again at the Ministry of Magic.

As for why Kaisen didn't go over to help...

I didn't know this before...but now I know...

"Do you think Horace can succeed?" Professor McGonagall said suddenly.

"If it were the previous Fudge government, it might be useful, but Barty Crouch today may not give him face." Dumbledore commented.

Sure enough, Sgraughorn soon returned covered in dust.

"How is it? Was it successful?" Professor McGonagall asked curiously.

"It didn't work." Sgraughorn sighed. "Barty Crouch has been secretly purging the Ministry of Magic of suspicious purebloods. My connections have become useless without me realizing it."

"What the hell is suspicious pure blood?" Kaisen took out the alchemy table while fiddling with a pile of pixel plants in front of him.

"Pure-bloods that may have a positive relationship with the mysterious man are called suspicious pure-bloods. This includes but is not limited to centrist pure-bloods, and pure-bloods I know... because that guy Barty Crouch knows that I once taught... Forget it, let's eat!" Sgraughorn suddenly fell silent halfway through his speech and sighed helplessly.

Chapter 470 Professor Kesenhith descended upon his loyal Azkaban tonight!

Sgraughorn had no appetite no matter how much he ate, and at this moment he heard a gurgling sound.

He subconsciously looked towards the gurgling sound, only to see Kaisen take out a strange object that looked like a giant test tube rack, with a small golden stick emitting a blazing light in the middle.

Then he placed three water bottles on the three shelves around the small stick, connected them with a hose, and finally threw a lump of red substance into a small pot on top of the small stick.

"What is this?" Sgrahorn asked subconsciously.

"Obviously, it should be a method of refining a potion." Just as Snape answered, Kaisen had already completed the first step of refining. Then he put a sticky fermented spider eye into the small pot on the top, and the alchemy table made a gurgling sound again.

"I've never seen Kaisen use this kind of thing before." Dumbledore also came over, intending to communicate with the two potion masters.

"Indeed. After all, four hundred years ago, this method of purification and mixing was swept into the dustbin of history by the pioneers of potion making. However, the alchemy table that Professor Kaisen brought out, from its shape, you can tell that it is a method of purification and mixing."

Sgraughorn explained this to Dumbledore, who was proficient in potions but not that proficient.

"I see." Dumbledore nodded. "Then what is Kaisen doing?"

Kaisen was a little embarrassed. After all, the two masters of potions had both said that their methods of refining potions were very impressive. Wouldn't it be a bit of a humiliation for him to show off his skills in front of an expert?

I just started to talk nonsense: "I'm making juice."

"Uh..." Dumbledore looked at Kaisen speechlessly as he added fermented spider eyes to the so-called juice...

"Forget it, Albus. Let the child play with it if he wants. You know, there are not many of these antiques left in the whole of England."

At this time, Sgrahorn returned to his comfort zone. He had lost his power in the circle of power and was so depressed that he now returned to the potion circle and started commenting again.

At this moment, a ding-ling sound was heard, and Sgrahorn subconsciously looked in the direction of Kaisen's alchemy table. At this moment, the three bottles of water hanging on the alchemy table had turned dark green.

"Huh? This is not right? The reason why the purification method was swept into the trash heap is that it simply cannot make the raw materials of the potion react with each other. So even if it is purified using fermented spider eyes, it should be light red or light yellow pus color. How come it is dark green?" Sgrahorn frowned and said with some confusion.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Snape: "Severus, do you think this possibility is possible?"

"What possibility?" Snape asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Is it possible that Professor Kaysen felt unhappy about what I just said about his potion-making method being a mess, and so he secretly added pigments to it?" Sgraughorn said in a low voice.