Dumbledore? He knows nothing about MC alchemy.

He quickly cast a binding curse and handed it to the young wizard in front of him.

"Then, Professor, when can I get it?"

"After we kill that basilisk, next one!"

As time passed, Kaisen's movements went from mechanical to numb, until a familiar person sat down in front of him.

As one of the few wizards who wore glasses, he did not go to Dumbledore to have his glasses customized, but instead gritted his teeth and gave Snape his own glasses, the same style as his father's.

Snape clumsily cast a double spell on the glasses, then returned them to Harry with a hand as strong as if he could crush a troll's head with his bare hands.

"Hmm... these glasses are quite old. Do you have any idea of ​​replacing them?"

Although Kaisen was speaking to Harry, his eyes were on Neville, who was standing in line several meters behind Harry.

Neville noticed the gaze, hesitated for a moment, and then took out the glasses he had made for Harry.

Seeing this, Kaisen waved.

"This is a gift I made for you. Of course it can't compare to what Professor Dumbledore made..." Neville said in a low voice embarrassedly as he stood beside Harry.

"No...it's very precious, I don't want it to become a sacrifice." Harry took the glasses, conjured up an exquisite glasses case, put the glasses in it, and put it away carefully.

"this...."

Kaisen looked at Neville who was a little hesitant, and said to Harry: "Okay, isn't it good that the gift Neville made himself can save your life?"

"But..." Harry touched the glasses in his pocket, looked at Neville again, and finally took out the glasses. He once again walked towards Snape with gritted teeth.

Neville breathed a sigh of relief and looked back at his previous queue position. The young wizards still left a seat for him, but thinking that he had wasted a lot of time standing in the front of the line, he walked towards the end of the line.

Snape, on the other hand, was rarely anthropomorphic, and his movements were unusually gentle when copying Harry's new glasses.

After getting his glasses back, Harry looked back at Neville, who had already reached the end of the line. After thinking for a moment, he patted the shoulder of the young wizard behind him and also walked towards the end of the line.

"Wow..." Ron, already wearing glasses, sat side by side with Hermione on the steps of the auditorium, each with a glass of lemonade, and there were two unopened glasses of lemonade under their feet.

"Now I know why Professor Kaysen asked Neville to do alchemy in advance. It turns out he wanted to make a gift for Harry." Ron said as he gulped down a sip of lemonade.

"We should have one too, what do you think Neville will give me?"

"Maybe something you already have."

"Oh...how about I write a [Christmas Limited Edition] card for Neville this year?"

"...I can't. I can't give Neville anything good, so I won't write. I'll be happy with anything Neville gives me."

"Oh my God, you'll hurt Neville's heart. Believe me, Neville also really wants to know what kind of gift you like. Otherwise, just think about it, it's tiring to rack his brains to think of gifts every Christmas Eve." Hermione comforted.

"...You're right. Do you think Neville would like a complete set of Chocolate Frog cards? That's all I have." Ron put the lemonade on the ground and said with his chin supported by his hands.

"Neville is just like you. He will be happy if you give him anything. Believe me."

"...That would be best."

Time passed quickly. After Kaisen adjusted the teleportation machine of the last little wizard, he stretched hard.

Next up are the professors.

Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Flitwick already had glasses, and they quickly debugged the machine. However, the difference was that the professors' glasses were not cursed. After all, the professors had basic self-control and were not so confused as to decide between the two, which had greater weight: beauty and comfort, or life. It was a simple multiple-choice question.

After another two or three professors, Professor Sprout, who had finished, came back again.

"This belongs to Lockhart. He didn't dare to come to see you, so he asked me to come, and here is his blood." Professor Sprout said helplessly.

"Oh my God, is he a child?" Kaisen adjusted Lockhart's machine speechlessly.

He also added a binding curse to his glasses.

Although Lockhart is not very smart, has poor magical ability, is vain, greasy, and likes to take away the honor that belongs to others, he can still be considered a personification. In short, his crime does not deserve the death penalty.

Moreover, Lockhart has become much more obedient now. He is not so disruptive in class. When he sees Kaisen, he takes a detour. If he really can't get around him, he will put on a flattering smile on his face.

Hmm... more anthropomorphic than the one in Diagon Alley.

"Give this to him, and by the way, please tell him a message for me. I'm not a man-eating devil, so I won't hide from me so much... Although I still have the urge to plant him in a flowerpot and let him be neighbors with the mandrake." Kaisen handed the glasses and machine to Professor Sprout and said.

"I'll pass on the message."

The next one is Filch. It seems that Filch’s glasses were not made by Dumbledore, or rather, the professors’ glasses were not made by Dumbledore.

Although they were not proficient in alchemy, making a pair of glasses was not a difficult task for them.

This was a difficult task for Filch. Even the arms of the glasses he took out were glued on, and there were white scabs on them.

Maybe he found some discarded glasses from some young wizard somewhere, and he was too embarrassed to ask the professors to fix them, so he clumsily glued them back together himself...

Kaisen looked at his glasses, then looked up at Filch, who looked a little embarrassed, and fortunately took out a piece of parchment and a quill from his pocket.

"Draw your favorite glasses style and I'll make you a pair."

Filch picked up the quill awkwardly and uttered, "Thank you."

Soon after Filch's teleportation device was completed, Kaisen was finally able to finish his work and return to the office.

He took out parchment and a quill...

“It’s time to design a new skin for myself... oh... new glasses.”

Chapter 94 Confused Tom

The second floor corridor of Hogwarts.

A huge, sticky and slippery snake monster crawled out from a gap in the pipe, and its long and thin tongue came out of its mouth. It quickly found a suitable prey along with Tom in its head.

A little wizard jumping around in a wizard robe and jeans, he is obviously a Muggle wizard.

Classmate Tom has made up his mind. Although the basilisk's death gaze failed on the glasses worn by a little wizard some time ago, that embarrassing situation will never happen again.

Even if this little wizard is still alive and wearing glasses, it doesn’t matter. At most, I can add a tail to smash him into pieces, and finally use his pieces on the ground to announce my return.

Things happened almost exactly as he expected. The little Muggle wizard was petrified. Just when Tom was about to swing his tail, he heard a buzzing sound, and the petrified little wizard suddenly disappeared from the spot, without even leaving a speck of dust.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss~" [Huh?]

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

"Professor, where are your glasses?"

In the alchemy class, Fred asked Kaisen.

"Isn't it up there? It's stuck in my left eye socket."

Kaisen replied.

"But professor, didn't you say yesterday that between beauty and your own life, you must choose life?" Meier, who was the first to get the glasses yesterday and was hit with a binding curse, said with some resentment.

"Who said I didn't choose life?"

The next moment, a layer of light blue light suddenly appeared in front of Kaisen's eyes, but disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Professor, why don't we have it?"

"Come on, not even Dumbledore gets this treatment."

"Go on and show me the next question... But to make you a little happier, I promise that if you all get an E on this monthly exam, I'll give you... Jordan, go close the back door, George, go close the front door, and I'll tell you how to easily get sent to Azkaban."

Hearing what Kaisen said, all the little wizards in the classroom raised their heads excitedly, and the two little wizards who were called quickly stuck their heads out of the door, confirming that no one was approaching the corridor before closing the door tightly.

"Professor, you said so. We promise not to spread it." Fred said excitedly.

"Come on, my class hasn't been spread out, now everyone stand up!" Kaisen didn't believe a word these little wizards said.

He personally began to confiscate items including but not limited to magic cameras, crystal balls, and various items that could preserve images and audio.

After finishing all this, Kaisen stood on the podium with a smile on his face.

"Have you mastered the use of the mysterious puppet?"

"Ok!"

"Next I'm going to show you something awesome. Everyone spread out." As he said that, he took out a bunch of bottles of milk and distributed them to everyone in the classroom.

The next moment, the little wizards standing in the classroom saw a cube that kept wailing in the hands of Professor Kaisen, who was approachable, highly respected, tireless in teaching, kind, dedicated and conscientious.

He placed the blocks in a T-shape in the open space in the middle of the classroom, and then placed three wither skulls on top.

In an instant, the T-shape formed by soul sand turned into a pitch-black skeleton with no limbs and only the spine and ribs.

The three pitch-black skulls above have frighteningly large mouths, as if they are howling in sharp sounds that no one can hear.

Kaisen quickly surrounded Wither with obsidian and iron fences, then turned to look at the young wizards.

"This thing is called Wither. Isn't it cool?"

"handsome!"

"Even though it's handsome, I won't give it to you. After all, this thing is too dangerous for you. Even though it's floating quietly in there now, it won't be long before it wakes up and the first thing it does is blow up everything alive."

"But I'm not showing you this thing to turn you into a suicide truck or some bullshit Pokémon trainer. It's meant to be a talisman."

"Professor... are you saying this thing can be used as... an amulet?" Angelina asked with a shattered worldview, looking at the terrifying thing that kept howling in the cage behind Kaisen.

"Of course, I'm not asking you to use this original version to make amulets. I will give you some raw materials for smaller ones so you can make smaller ones. Because the raw materials lack energy, they won't awaken into their full forms."

"If you want to awaken, you can only choose to prey on and devour various undead creatures, such as Inferi and Dementors... Ordinary ghosts are also within their diet, so I don't recommend releasing their restrictions."

"The shrieks they make are inaudible to humans, but to the undead creatures they are as painful as nails scratching glass."

After Kaisen finished speaking, he tactically took a sip of the oolong tea in the thermos.

"One last thing. Do not even think about gathering all your raw materials together to create a complete Wither of this size if you don't want me to go to Azkaban with all of you for team building."

"Professor, what about this big thing you made..." George suddenly raised his hand and asked.

"That's why I asked you to close the front and back doors. This lesson is only known to us, no outsiders are allowed in."

"Well... well said, very well said."

An old voice suddenly appeared behind Kaisen.

Dumbledore slowly put his hand on him.

"Kaysen, come out with me... Let's deal with this thing first."

"Oh... of course... do you want some tea? I don't mind yours." Kaisen turned his head stiffly and looked at Dumbledore.