Dumbledore? He knows nothing about MC alchemy.

"It's already the end of December, where's the rain coming from in this damn England!" Kaisen suddenly made a sharp explosion, and disappeared on the spot with a roar accompanied by purple light.

After all, Rita Skeeter just said a few words in the newspaper at best. Although she was not a good person, her crime was not worthy of death.

Chapter 43 Gryffindor...Gryffindor!

"Wow! I was wrong! I will never speak in the newspaper again, seriously!"

Rita Skeeter, who was almost suffocated by the mud in the rain, lay in the mud and cried and howled, while Kaisen put away the shovel and left the quiet grove in the blink of an eye.

Anyway, Skeeter didn't see his own face when he got his head blown up by a baseball bat, so he probably wouldn't report it to the Ministry of Magic...

Maybe...

Back at Hogwarts, Kaisen shook his raincoat, went to Dumbledore's office, and casually placed the office expansion application form he had prepared earlier on Dumbledore's desk.

"That Rita Skeeter?"

"At least she should be much quieter in the near future."

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded and signed his name on the form.

"Do you need me to find a construction team for you?"

"No, I can do it myself." Kaisen said.

"By the way, the building you expand needs to be in the style of Hogwarts, with black brick and stone walls."

"Don't worry, I'm a professional."

"So much the better."

Kaisen returned to his office, humming a song, and took out parchment to start designing his new office. Perhaps...

dong dong dong...

"Please come in!"

"Professor? Your office?" Neville walked in first, followed by Harry and the others.

Kaisen put away the parchment on which he had just drawn a sketch and took out the teapot.

Neville was wearing the memory bracelet he had given him, and Ron, who had been sitting on the sofa early and eating snacks, also put on his new robes.

But on the other side, Neville looked at Kaisen with a somewhat aggrieved look in his eyes.

First of all, the wizard robe he gave away was not worn by Professor Kaysen, and he said at Longbottom Manor that he wanted to expand his office...

Well... at least he didn't see the office expand by even one square meter.

An emotion called grievance suddenly choked his throat.

"Uh...Neville, what are you thinking about? Your face is all wrinkled up."

"Professor, didn't you say you were going to expand your office over the summer?"

"I'm sorry, I'm a bit of a procrastinator and am still in the drafting stage." Kaisen looked at the sensitive little wizard in front of him and quickly took out his design sketch and put it on the desk.

"Then the new robe I gave you..."

"I just went out and it's raining outside. You can't let me get my new robe dirty, right?"

It took Kaisen a while to show off his language skills before he finally convinced Neville that he didn't dislike the robe he gave him, nor did he want to stay at Longbottom Manor for a night.

Of course, the latter really doesn't like sleeping in a territory that doesn't belong to him. It always feels weird, but he can't say it. What if Neville drops the little pearl?

You still have to comfort yourself.

"Tell me, what's the matter with you four little guys?" Kaisen asked.

"Professor, do you know Nicolas Flamel?" Hermione asked.

"Nicolas Flamel? I don't remember the textbook I gave you having this name?" Kaisen scratched his head. Indeed, the textbook he gave to Hermione was just an enlightenment textbook.

It only contains general theories and a few interesting alchemical experiments.

It is not yet time for the great Buddha Nicolas Flamel to appear.

"Not from that book." Hermione shook her head.

"I should ask all the questions in one go next time. Where did you see this name?" Kaisen sighed.

The four little ones looked at each other and said, "We learned this from Hagrid."

"Hagrid, oh, by the way, did you go to Hagrid's new house? How was it? Do you know who built that house for him? Forget it, you probably won't guess, it was me. Before I became a professor at Hogwarts, I was a very good whole-house customization practitioner, that is, decoration..."

"Professor, please don't change the subject." Hermione sighed. She looked at the professor in front of her who was very unfamiliar with changing the subject. For some reason, she suddenly felt that he was an eleven-year-old first-year wizard.

And in her opinion, Professor Kaysen's ability to change the subject and lie was not as good as Harry's who deceived Professor McGonagall by saying that he had really finished the paper, but just forgot to bring it with him.

"Well, Nicolas Flamel was a very powerful alchemist. He created the only Philosopher's Stone in the world. He also used it to make the Elixir of Life. It's said that he's lived for over six hundred years, almost seven hundred... Don't you guys collect Chocolate Frog cards?"

Kaisen leaned back in his chair, crossed his hands on his stomach, and said in a somewhat timid tone.

"In that case, the thing hidden under the trapdoor should be the so-called Philosopher's Stone." Hermione said seriously, making Kaisen want to laugh.

How should he politely tell them that the so-called philosopher's stone was actually red stone, and that he had given each of them one.

But there are more important things than this little idea.

for example...

"Are you still after that trapdoor? Or are you still after Quirrell?"

"Forehead......"

"Um.........."

“Well…”

"Professor, do you have any black tea?"

"Okay, where did you find out?" Kaisen asked with a sigh of relief.

"When we were having tea with Hagrid earlier, we accidentally let slip that Quirrell was a dark wizard. Hagrid didn't believe it, so Harry got angry and said that not only was Quirrell a dark wizard, but he also wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone from the corridor on the fourth floor."

"Then Hagrid said a lot and hurriedly drove us out. When he was in a panic, he also talked about Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel's plan, and then... uh, Nicolas Flamel." Hermione shrugged and said speechlessly.

"Hagrid...and now that you know what's hidden in there, do you have any plans?" Kaisen sighed.

"What are you doing listening to our plan?"

"Listen to your plan, then make corresponding plans to sabotage your plan."

"Is that right?" Hermione said with a somewhat broken expression.

"Then will you tell me?"

The four little ones looked at each other and shook their heads in unison.

"will not."

“Eh…”

The four little ones looked at each other again. No one knew what they were whispering about in private, but they finally stood up at the same time.

"Goodbye, Professor Kaisen!"

Kaisen's mouth twitched as he watched them leave the office one by one.

"Gryffindor...Gryffindor...!!"

Chapter 44 Fixed Brooch +1

After sending the four little ones away, Kaisen was free from worries. After that... at least for the time being, he only had to take the fourth-grade wizard to receive the award.

Time flew by and it was this weekend. When he woke up in the morning, he noticed a set of door keys beside his bed, along with a letter from the European Alchemy Exchange Association.

The language of this letter is more intimate than the last one, which shows that the bigwigs of the exchange association also like Kaisen, who distributes papers like money.

Until the evening, Kaisen once again asked the little wizards to stand in a row in front of him, and he personally reviewed their appearance.

Soon Kaisen came to the banquet hall of the Ministry of Magic again. He first looked around at the reporters present. Good, Rita Skeeter was not there.

Or rather, the only thing she had appeared in public since she was struck by her own box was a brief paragraph in the Daily Prophet.

She said she had taken an indefinite leave of absence.

"That's great... I don't like her, really." Kaisen said to Ollivander while leaning on a huge Roman weighing column.

Well, as the head of England's only family of stick-making, it would be strange that he didn't show up here.

"Yes, by the way, in addition to this award ceremony today, there is also your medal ceremony. We tacitly agreed not to tell you about it. It's a surprise." Ollivander said with a smile.

"Does this mean I can add another title to my roster?"

"No, two more. One is for Hermes, the recipient of the Order of Hermes. You know Hermes, right? Legend has it he's the founder of alchemy, the pinnacle of honor in the alchemy world. The other is for the Order of Merlin, but I didn't ask in detail. After all, ever since a certain Black exchanged money for a first-class medal, the value of the Order of Merlin has plummeted."

"Some people are even ashamed of receiving the Order of Merlin. Of course, this is not entirely Black's fault. A larger part of the blame should be placed on the Ministry of Magic." Ollivander slowly explained the whole story to Kaisen.

"I understand, I understand..."

Soon, after a brief and concise award ceremony, Kaisen was pushed to the podium by Ollivander.

"You know, I'm not good with words."

"Then don't talk... Few alchemists know how to talk."

"...That's true..."

The next morning, Kaisen put on the dark red wizard robe that Neville gave him. The robe was light, thin and soft, and it felt like he was not wearing anything... Of course... I'm talking about the feeling.

It doesn't look like it.

On his chest was the Hermes Medal, which had no fixed color. Instead, at first glance it looked like slowly flowing hemp, flashing a low-key light.

Fixed brooch +1

He walked out of the office again with a conceited look and headed towards the classroom.

Today's class is for the third grade. He has already roughly taught them the basics of alchemy, and it is time to give them some topics, such as how to use basic alchemy to create an undead totem.

Of course, he is definitely not that perverted, it was just a compliment.

In the classroom.