Dumbledore? He knows nothing about MC alchemy.

This house-elf was obviously a chatterbox. He took out ingredients and seasonings from various places in the kitchen and started preparing food, while chattering to him incessantly.

Soon, Kaisen walked out of the kitchen with a full oil paper bag and headed towards his office.

The experience of being confined to bed for most of the day made him deeply believe that people should not be too lazy.

Sometimes walking is more comfortable than lying in bed.

Until he returned to the office, and then he saw a mirror.

No, it wasn't the mirror, it was poor Cedric.

Because if it was either George or Fred, then there should be a third person here at this moment.

And now there are really only two Kaisens.

Kaisen patted Cedric on the shoulder and picked up a glass, which suddenly contained a full glass of milk.

"It's hard on you."

Cedric shook his head. "It's not bitter, Professor."

Kaisen's eyes lit up. "Do you think this is good? This is great. Don't drink the milk. Please fill it up again tomorrow!"

"??? Ah? Professor, I was just being polite." Cedric said with a somewhat broken expression.

"...I can't hear you."

"Clam?"

Chapter 56 Take it away

"Well... yes, the best team today was Hufflepuff, especially Cedric, who added forty-seven points to Hufflepuff, which was very good."

A week later, in the first class after Kaisen recovered, he generously used various reasons to use Cedric as an entry point to give Hufflepuff extra points. By the end of the get out of class, Hufflepuff had received a full 47 points.

It can be said that this is definitely a huge score.

And Cedric deserved all of this, well... he really did deserve it.

After finishing the last class of the day, Kaisen walked back to his office with a brisk pace, and he returned to the office openly.

No longer have to worry about the little wizards who suddenly appear and look at your thin trouser legs with the eyes of an old mother.

Because wearing long johns is really uncomfortable.

After returning to the office, a package on the windowsill caught his attention.

"It can't be a Christmas gift at this time..." Kaisen looked at the package with an inquiring look, and soon he made the same choice as Rita Skeeter.

Use obsidian to build an enclosed explosion-proof space, and then control the small blocks to open the package inside the explosion-proof space.

Then he put his ear to the obsidian, and after making sure there was no sound of explosion or aura of dark magic, he felt relieved and put all the obsidian back.

The package was opened, revealing a running redstone doll with a golden lightning bolt on its chest that looked like it was made of gold galleons.

There was also a card inside the package with four names written on it.

Harry, Hermione, Ron, Neville.

"...I'm quite touched." Kaisen carefully placed the Flash figurine in a corner of his desk, enchanted it with the enchanting table to increase its durability, and then covered it with a glass cover.

"Perfect!"

dong dong dong...

Just as he was leaning back in his office chair admiring the figurine, there was a knock on the office door.

"Please come in."

"Professor Kaysen, this is a letter for you from the Owlery." A fifth-year Ravenclaw student walked in with an envelope.

"Thank you, James. How have you been?"

James placed the envelope on the desk and said, "I heard you've recovered. You'll be doing well when you teach us."

"what about now?"

"Of course I can't say anything bad now, but Professor Dumbledore... we always can't let go... Of course, I'm not saying that Dumbledore's teaching is bad, it's just not that... interesting."

"Of course. Does Dumbledore know what alchemy is?" Kaisen nodded. He now looked like a little wizard who was used to being criticized by his teacher.

The little wizard was so timid when he was criticized for the first time that he didn't even dare to look at people.

After being criticized for the fifth time, the little wizard gradually got better and felt that it was best not to be criticized, but criticism was okay.

The little wizard who was criticized for the tenth time completely let himself go and even began to enjoy the baptism of gazes that was like being under a spotlight.

Just like Kaisen, he can now say with confidence, "Does Dumbledore understand alchemy?"

There is none of the fear that a newbie felt when they first entered the magical world.

"I won't let Dumbledore know this, don't worry, Professor." James said with a smile.

"The fact that he knew it was fine."

"Then can I say it?"

"Better not."

"I understand, Professor." James nodded with a smile, left the office, and closed the door.

Kaisen looked at the envelope, which was from the European Alchemy Exchange Association. He tore open the envelope, took out the letter inside and took a look. It basically said that the association invited him to go to France to give a lecture on the enchantment table.

As for why France... Nicolas Flamel mentioned in the letter will be there anyway, but he doesn't like to be too far away from home.

Time: 7pm this Saturday, French Ministry of Magic Grand Hall.

“...emmm...”

Kaisen fell silent for a rare moment. He wasn't thinking about whether to go or not, but instead looked at the closet...

He was thinking about what kind of dress he should wear when he went out to brag.

I searched the wardrobe from inside to outside, and found that the clothes inside had either been worn before or were just for casual wear.

"........."

"........Dumbledore! How tall are you?" Kaisen asked as he pushed open the door of Dumbledore's office.

"Five feet eleven inches, which is about 1.80 meters. What's wrong?" Dumbledore asked in confusion.

"Would you please stand up so I can see you?"

Dumbledore put down the coffee cup in his hand and stood up.

"What's wrong?"

"The European Alchemy Exchange Association invited me to France to brag, no, to give a speech, but I need a new robe now... I've worn all the previous ones, so I came to you to see if there is a robe I can borrow." Kaisen said.

"Why don't you go to a proper tailor, or to Severus?"

"Not enough time... well, not enough money. I'm warning you, Dumbledore. I've asked Severus how much the previous alchemy professor was paid. I advise you to pay me back all those lovely Galleons when next semester starts!"

Dumbledore changed the subject somewhat abruptly: "I meant to borrow Severus's clothes, and besides, can't you do alchemy yourself?"

"I have no interest in collapsing the fragile financial system of the magical world, and if I do that I will definitely be severely criticized by my fellow Alchemists..."

"And Severus, I asked him, he is six centimeters taller than me... damn six centimeters, he must have used insoles!" Kaisen complained softly and pulled Dumbledore up, making him stand straight. Then he stood behind Dumbledore, and the two of them stood back to back with their backs straight.

"I think it's about the same, what do you think?"

"Forget it, come with me. I remember I just ordered a suit in the fall that I haven't worn yet. It's ready-made, not custom-made. You can try it on."

Then...

"Dumbledore...why are your clothes...glowing?"

What Kaisen was talking about was not some magical light produced by enchantment, but the pure light emitted by the material.

Various intricate patterns, inlaid gems, gold threads hidden in the embroidery...

"Are you the Niffler?"

"...You think it's ugly?"

"............" Kaisen said nothing, but walked out of the principal's office slowly.

"Don't you want the robe anymore?"

"I think it's not a bad idea to practice a little gold now and then..." He was halfway through when he noticed a small bag on Dumbledore's desk...

He slowly opened the bag and took a look.

"Ahem, I've taken it away."

Chapter 57 Nicolas Flamel

"70 Galleons for an expedited set of robes. Isn't this a completely rip-off?"

In the French Ministry of Magic's auditorium, Kaisen pointed at his robe that was gleaming with purple magic and complained to Ollivander beside him.

Ollivander just smiled and said nothing.

Madam Malkin's robe shop was subsidized when selling robes to young wizards, so they were cheap. If it were priced at the normal price... although seventy Galleons was a bit of a black mark, Madam Malkin still worked overtime to get it.

There's nothing wrong with collecting overtime pay.

But on one side is my old neighbor of most of my life, and on the other side is a rising star in alchemy. It’s not good to say anything, so I just keep quiet.

How does the saying go? Sometimes keeping your mouth shut is a kind of wisdom.

"By the way, have you prepared your manuscript? This is not like the previous award ceremonies. You can treat today as your class. Of course, you can also defend your thesis." Ollivander said again.

"No preparation... To be honest, I haven't even written a paper. Otherwise, why do you think I was just the supervisor of the previous two papers?" Kaisen shrugged.

"...It turns out what you said before wasn't true... I thought you were just being modest." Ollivander said in surprise.

"Otherwise, do you like writing papers?"

"It's fascinating to compile your knowledge into words. You can try writing one yourself. Honestly, you'll love it."

"...Okay, I'll give it a try when I have time." Kaisen nodded, and soon someone came over. He seemed to be a staff member of the French Ministry of Magic.

He brought Kaisen to the podium in the auditorium, where there was a podium. Behind the podium was a huge magic holographic projection device, which was said to be sponsored by Nicolas Flamel.