Dumbledore? He knows nothing about MC alchemy.

"I also saw that I had found the two plants I needed for this year's vacation, wood and flowers."

“I also saw myself becoming a writer, and readers loved my books and they inundated me with gifts.”

"That's enough, Kaisen. Try to combine them together?" Professor Trelawney said step by step.

"Um...I should see...I used the readers' gifts to find the trees and flowers I wanted to find, and used them to rebuild Hogwarts?" Kaisen made up a story.

"Excellent! Professor Kaysen, you are very talented in divination." Professor Trelawney praised.

Kaisen, who was sitting on the chair, gave an awkward but polite smile.

He has no talent for divination. This is not just expressing the first impression in his mind. As for the final future, it is just a fusion of three ideas.

But to be honest, it’s very good that Professor Trelawney didn’t predict his death this time.

Professor Trelawney has also changed...she is no longer keen on feasting, but of course this remains a question mark.

Well...it's indeed a question mark.

"Okay, Professor Kaysen, keep doing this every day and maintain your third eye training. Sooner or later, you will open your third eye and become a prophet like me." Professor Trelawney said softly.

"Um...yes." Kaisen nodded awkwardly. As for the so-called Tianmu training, there was no need for it.

Even though he didn't know anything about divination before, he knew from the complaints of the young wizards in the upper grades that it was a subject that relied purely on talent.

If you don't have the Third Eye, then you don't have it. It's unlikely to open it later.

As for divination, if you don't know how to do it, you don't know how to do it. Maybe predicting your own tragic death can help Professor Trelawney avoid failing the final exam, but the future will always tell them the truth.

Chapter 134 Anger is reserved for enemies, not for family and friends

Kaisen had just returned to his office and sat down, and before he could even warm up his chair, the crystal ball on his desk lit up.

He casually stretched out his hand and clapped it, and the office door in the distance opened, revealing four small figures.

Sirius on the fourth floor seemed to have smelled something, and came down with a bang, almost running towards Harry.

After an unknown amount of time, Kaisen had already boiled some hot water. There were five teacups on the coffee table, with a plate of snacks in the middle.

Only then did the four little ones finally arrive at their destination.

"Professor, I'd like to consult you about something regarding our choice of elective courses for next semester." Hermione said as she warmed her hands with a cup of hot tea.

"Well, go ahead." Kaisen said after taking a sip of black tea tactically.

"I originally wanted to sign up for all the courses, but I looked at the schedule with the senior students and found that some courses have conflicting times, so I wanted to ask how to choose between them," said Hermione.

"According to your interests, of course," Kaisen said.

"I must sign up for Alchemy and Ancient Runes right now, but I'd like to try to take all the other courses. However, there are always conflicts in my schedule, so I'm looking for courses that are valuable enough to be worth giving up."

Hermione said helplessly, supporting her chin with her hands.

Kaisen leaned back in his chair. He knew that Hogwarts had a time-turner to deal with class schedule conflicts.

After all, I had been teaching alchemy for a whole year and a half, and had heard a lot of gossip in the classroom and office.

Even now, when Quidditch can be played in his office, little wizards still come to him with their brooms to chat and gossip after class.

But he didn't intend to tell this kind of thing, even if it was only to Hermione.

After all, a time converter that can travel through time is still too dangerous, not to mention that he actually experienced being chased by people from the future during Christmas.

Even if Hermione was reliable, he wasn't going to say it. Hermione was reliable, but the other three...

Harry, Neville, Ron, that one seems reliable.

Harry, openly naughty.

Neville, looking mischievous.

Ron, being silly and naughty.

Just let them know about the time converter, is there still anything good in this world?

So to sum up...

"Well...what are your conflicting courses? Let me give you some advice." Kaisen said.

Hermione took out a third-year timetable for the next semester, with the conflicting courses already marked.

"These four classes are Divination and Arithmancy, Magical Creatures, and Muggle Studies."

"Well... let me start with the last two lessons, the Muggle Studies classes at Hogwarts... I've attended a few, and I've even looked at Professor Burbage's lesson plans. In short... they have absolutely nothing to do with modern Muggles, let alone anything at all. As a Muggle-born wizard, your blood pressure will probably rise."

"As for divination and arithmetic divination... divination requires talent, while arithmetic divination requires logic."

"I won't tell you about arithmetic divination. If you sign up for the divination class, getting a good grade at the end of the semester is very easy. All you have to do is predict your own death in some fancy way on the test paper."

"But if you're aiming to improve yourself, I wouldn't recommend it. Of course, don't take my words as gospel truth. Maybe you really do have a talent for divination."

"But I still want to add that divination classes are different from other courses. If you have a talent for divination, you can accurately predict the future even if you haven't taken a single class. But if you don't have the talent, even if you read the divination book to pieces, you'll still make mistakes."

"And the so-called good final grade in Divination is like a Muggle learning magic and pretending to be able to do it. It's fine to fool outsiders and professors, but don't fool yourself."

After talking for so long, Kaisen felt his mouth was dry. Little angel Neville poured another cup of tea into Kaisen's empty cup early.

Hermione frowned and said, "Professor, if that's what you said, then for those who don't have the talent, isn't this Divination class just a trick of playing house?"

"It's not polite to say this, but it's true. Divination classes are like this. Magic still has some logic, but Divination classes have no logic at all."

Neville and the other two, sitting in the corner of the sofa, exchanged glances. They hadn't heard anything about divination talents or anything like that. They had only heard Professor Kaysen say that the final exam for divination would be easy; all it took was a fancy way of predicting one's own death...

Isn’t this the guaranteed course for them?

Praise Trelawney!

"But professor, this kind of course hardly improves the young wizards. Why do we still need to carry it out?" Hermione asked in confusion.

"It's okay not to know it, but it's essential to have it. Professor Trelawney is really talented in divination. Although her talent is sometimes effective and sometimes not, she really knows the ropes... And what if, by chance, she finds a young wizard with a talent for divination? This would be a treasure for the entire wizarding world." Kaisen explained.

"Oh... then it seems I have to give it a try too, just in case I have it too!" Hermione said suddenly with full enthusiasm.

When Kaisen heard Hermione's words, he felt a little embarrassed. How could she say that...

"...You...uh, Hermione, I have to remind you that you must not get angry in Professor Trelawney's class, especially for someone like you who is very pragmatic."

"Okay, professor, I'll remember that...but professor, you said Trelawney's class is irritating?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, just before you came, I was dragged by Professor Trelawney to have a private lesson."

"Are you angry, Professor?" Harry asked.

"Anger is reserved for enemies, not for family and friends, so... sometimes people have to learn to process it themselves."

Kaisen said this, rubbing his stomach with a hint of helplessness. Thinking of all the various death predictions Professor Trelawney had made since he first met her, he immediately felt like lunch was unnecessary.

"Well, Professor, from what you've said, we probably understand how...er..."

"It's actually not that bad. As long as you turn a deaf ear to the various ominous death prophecies that surround you, it's very simple," Kaisen added.

Chapter 135 Hagrid's Justice

This time, before the four Gryffindors left, they carefully helped him put away the tea sets, which made Kaisen sigh that the children had grown up.

It was not until half an hour had passed that Kaisen, who was correcting homework, finally realized a terrible idea.

He quickly took out the tea set that had been cleaned by the house elf.

This scene reminded him of his high school days in his previous life. One of his roommates had a craving for pigs in the middle of the night and finished all his snacks. When he woke up the next day, he even had to rely on his roommate to fetch him hot water for washing.

At that time, he just thought that his roommate had grown up and knew how to be filial to his father, and then he waited until that night when he was almost starving to death to open the cabinet.

At that moment, he felt like the sky was falling.

He looked at the tea set carefully...

"Well, there aren't any strange bumps or bruises anywhere. Maybe the child has really grown up."

He murmured a sigh of relief and continued to correct the homework.

Then the crystal ball on his desk lit up again.

"............You can't blame me for this." Kaisen casually put his homework aside and tapped the crystal ball lightly.

He always looked upon those who disturbed him during his working hours as angels.

"Professor Kayson, the latest news!" Professor McGonagall flew to his desk on her broomstick.

"What's wrong, Professor McGonagall?"

"Kettleburn plans to retire next term," said Professor McGonagall.

"Wow, he's finally decided to retire. But that's a good thing. Given his style of studying magical beasts, it's better for him to retire early. Otherwise, I'm really afraid he'll die at the hands of that 5X-level magical beast. When it comes to magical beasts, he still doesn't take his safety seriously."

Kaisen touched his chin with some melancholy, not because he was sad about Professor Kettleburn's retirement. As he said, retiring early was a really good thing for Professor Kettleburn.

What worries him now is what kind of retirement gift to give.

"Professor Kettleburn's classes will end early this semester, so the farewell party will be tomorrow, in the auditorium. Remember to attend. I haven't seen you have a good meal in the auditorium in the past few days." Professor McGonagall reminded.

"Of course, I won't forget."

Professor McGonagall puffed away on her flying broom, while Kaisen walked obediently to his own work area. It was not that he didn't want to correct the homework properly, but the farewell party was too close and the homework was too far away.

As for what to do...

He only felt that there was a voice in the dark telling him...flesh and blood are weak, and alchemy will lead to ascension.

Well, it was the memory of his previous game that woke up and started attacking him.

He stood in front of the workbench, stroking his chin and thinking for a while, and soon he got to work, making a complete set of prosthetic limbs using redstone circuits.

Kaisen promised that if he gave this equipment away, there would be a new name like Kettleburn Black Hand in the magic world in a year or two.

After finishing the gift and putting it in the gift box, he looked at the homework still waiting for him to correct on the desk...

The next moment, he turned his legs and walked straight to the wine cabinet.

Given Dumbledore's nepotism, he could easily figure out who would be the next Professor of Magical Beasts after Professor Kettleburn retired.

"Hagrid! Drink! Quick! And there's good news!"

Hagrid opened the door and smiled as expected.