Dumbledore? He knows nothing about MC alchemy.

After Scrimgeour said this, Hagrid's face suddenly turned pale and a drop of sweat slowly slid down his forehead.

"Don't be surprised. Everyone in the wizarding world knows that you have a wand. I remember which little flower umbrella it was."

Hagrid's expression remained embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, the murderer can't go to Azkaban." Kaisen looked at Hagrid, who was bleeding, and changed the subject for him.

"Theoretically, the Ministry of Magic does not allow any lynching." Scrimgeour said with a twitch of his mouth.

"The murderer is a basilisk, and its body is now in Snape's office waiting to be put into the cauldron." Dumbledore explained.

"......Okay." Scrimgeour pursed his lips and nodded, then pressed a small bell on the table and said, "Tonks, come in!"

Soon, a witch with pink and blue ombre hair and exuding vitality walked in.

"I'm here, sir." After walking into the office, Tonks winked at Dumbledore and Hagrid for a while, then set her sights on Professor Kaysen, who had just joined the Auror Office last year.

Finally, there was her boss, Scrimgeour.

"Go to Hogwarts and take photos to collect evidence. Bring back the snake offender's ID photo and publish it in the newspaper tomorrow." Scrimgeour pointed at Tonks and then at Dumbledore and the others and said.

"Yes! Sir!"

Dumbledore's phoenix appeared above his head again, and the golden-red flames instantly brought them back to Hogwarts.

"Huh! I'm finally back. You have no idea how tiring it is to pretend in front of the old lion." Tonks felt like she was home the moment she returned to Hogwarts. She quickly found the small sofa in the principal's office and sat down on it.

"It seems you're doing well in the Auror office," Hagrid said with a smile.

"Of course..." Tonks said as she walked towards Kaisen: "Hello, Hufflepuff junior."

The corners of Kaisen's mouth twitched uncontrollably. God knows who the hell had let out the fact that he had been sorted into Hufflepuff at Hogwarts.

But it's fine, there's nothing wrong with it. The problem is that the time of my separation doesn't match my actual age, which leads to a fucking problem...

For example, some social elites use the age of their sorting instead of their actual age, like Tonks in front of us.

But let him be a community leader, he finally chose to forgive and reached out to hold Tonks's hand.

"Kasenhis."

"Nymphadora Tonks, just call me Tonks. I don't really like the word Nymphadora."

"Okay Nymphadora, no problem Nymphadora." Kaisen nodded.

"...you don't have to hold a grudge like that, right?"

"................uh-huh."

The two of them made faces at the same time and nothing else happened. Next, Kaisen took Tonks to Snape's office.

"I always thought that after graduating from Hogwarts I would never have to see Professor Snape's face again, but I never thought that this day would come." Tonks knew the terrain of Hogwarts better than Kaisen. She didn't need a guide and walked directly towards Snape's office.

"Hmm, let me guess, are you Hufflepuff or Gryffindor?" Kaisen asked casually as he walked behind.

"Hufflepuff."

"Oh... now that you're back here, do you want to go see Professor Sprout?" asked Kaisen.

"Of course I will, but I have to wait until the work is done... Speaking of Snape's face... How is your relationship with him?"

"Severus? I'm fine." Kaisen replied.

"You call Snape Severus, but you call Professor Sprout Sprout... you have such a good relationship."

"Ahem, don't tell anyone. My name is Professor Sprout, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Flitwick. I always add the suffix "Professor" after them because I think their character matches the position of professor. They also remind me of the professors from my student days, so I feel a strange sense of fear."

"But Severus is different. I have a good relationship with him, and his Potions skills are truly amazing. However, what he did made it difficult for me to call him professor."

Chapter 138 Maybe I could have a boat race in my office

"I understand how you feel very well." Tonks nodded in agreement.

The two of them arrived at Snape's office. Tonks quickly took a picture of the basilisk with her magic camera, and finally mustered up the courage to leave.

"Can I have a snake fang?"

"........................."

"Okay, just forget what I said!" Tonks quickly left Snape's office.

Kaisen and Snape looked at each other and shrugged in unison.

"uh-huh."

After returning to the office, Kaisen stretched hard. He looked at Sirius who was sniffing his tail hard beside the sofa and sighed.

Today's trip to the Ministry of Magic was a mixed bag. The good news was that Hagrid got the justice that was a lifetime late.

Although this justice was a little late, he was still happy about it.

What is worrying is that the so-called Sirius Black that Fudge mentioned escaped from Azkaban.

Of course, if he was an ordinary criminal, his escape from Azkaban had nothing to do with me.

As luck would have it, this damned criminal was Voldemort's former subordinate. If what Hagrid said was true, this Sirius's mind was full of loyalty to Voldemort and killing Harry Potter, then his third year at Hogwarts would be really interesting.

Although a dark wizard said that the person he wanted to kill was Harry, it is difficult to say what his bottom line would be.

Or perhaps dark wizards have no bottom line.

So the way he came to Hogwarts should be to go straight to Avatar whoever was in his way.

This is even more abstract than this year's basilisk.

And along with Sirius came a bundle of Dementors.

I always joked with the young wizards about going to Azkaban for further studies and talked about topics that easily lead to Azkaban. As a result, this statement came true halfway in the next semester.

It's like if I don't go to Azkaban, Azkaban will go to me.

"Dumbledore is still getting old and confused..."

Kaisen muttered as he took out piles of small pieces of soul sand and small wither skulls.

He decided to make some Wither Charms just in case.

After all, according to Hagrid, the Patronus Charm is quite difficult to cast, and some young wizards who are not very talented may not be able to learn it or may make slow progress.

Their only option then is the Wither Amulet.

However, only students in the third grade and above can take alchemy courses. I can't just let the little wizards below the third grade be sucked dry by Dementors like milk tea.

"Damn it... Hogwarts will fall apart without me! I must ask Dumbledore for a raise next semester!" He said angrily while making a small wither and putting it into the amulet frame.

the next day..................

"What did you give me?"

Kaisen asked Snape who was standing beside him.

"Diminutive crystals, as long as they are worn on the body, can slowly heal external injuries without the curse of dark magic." Snape replied.

"Such high technology! No, high magic... Did you make it yourself?" Kaisen said in surprise.

"Ah."

Soon Professor Kettleburn was blindfolded and taken to the hall by two young wizards. If nothing unexpected happened, this would be Professor Kettleburn's last Sunday at Hogwarts.

Dumbledore smiled and took out the Elder Wand, a simple fireworks spell gathering momentum at the tip of his wand.

Soon the two little wizards took off Professor Kettleburn's eye patch.

boom!

"Oh..." Professor Kettleburn smiled and accepted the farewell party: "I knew it, Dumbledore is just this novelty."

"But classic novelties will never go wrong. This is the wisdom left by our predecessors." Dumbledore walked over with a set of magical wooden prostheses.

Kettleburn tried out his prosthetic limbs and said, "Not bad, Dumbledore. Your alchemy skills have improved."

"Ahem." The next one was Kaisen. The prosthetic limb he made was not the rough wooden prosthetic limb made by Dumbledore with a few runes and a few spells.

The prosthetic limbs he made can actually be controlled by inner thoughts, bending the arms to grasp objects, and even scratching the buttocks unconsciously while sleeping.

Run faster than an ostrich and grasp like a rock climber.

In an emergency, the angry magical creature can be beaten directly into unconsciousness, basically eliminating the possibility of Professor Kettleburn being injured again.

Calling this awesome alchemical creation a prosthetic limb is an understatement; it should be called a prosthetic body.

"Oh my god, Merlin, this is much better than the one Dumbledore gave me." Kettleburn said as he quickly put on his new prosthetic body. He tried to make a fist with the prosthetic body...

The prosthetic leg also bent its knee in great detail and scratched its other calf with its foot.

"Honestly, compared to you, Dumbledore knows nothing about alchemy?" Professor Kettleburn said to Dumbledore in a mean way.

The latter also enjoyed this wonderful interaction.

The other professors also gave Professor Kettleburn their own gifts, such as Snape's distilled water crystals, and Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout both gave Professor Kettleburn a glove.

They are all right-handed.

"We should have discussed this before sending it."

"I really hope your memory is not so good. If you give me a left-hand glove and a right-hand glove, I will be very happy to tell you the truth." Professor Kettleburn said with a smile while holding two right-hand gloves.

"That can't be helped, but I suppose you don't need a glove on your other hand, do you?"

Professor Sprout said this and glanced at Kaisen.

"Obsidian shell, if you have the guts, you can even break off the dragon's teeth!" Kaisen said arrogantly with his hands on his hips.

"This is really great." Kettleburn exclaimed as he stroked his hard and handsome prosthesis.

"Yeah, indeed, I want to change one."

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, almost everyone looked at him.

"Severus, I remember you have a spell called Shadowless Strike, right?" Kaisen suddenly said.

Snape looked at the smiling Dumbledore and took out his wand in agreement.

But jokes aside, although Dumbledore, the Gryffindor, might really cut off his own hand for a cool thing, Snape still has reason and would not do that.

It was late at night and Kaisen couldn't help but burp when he came back from the auditorium.