Dumbledore? He knows nothing about MC alchemy.

The fourth-grade wizards below looked at each other in confusion, shook their heads, and didn't know what to say.

"Regarding me, the Quidditch World Cup, haven't you heard any strange rumors about me?" Kaisen asked.

At this moment, Draco suddenly reacted. He actually remembered a rumor about Kaisen. It was said that that night... well, it was not just said, it was true.

That night, the Death Eaters joined forces with a large group of rabble to launch a riot. The Ministry of Magic's Auror strikers joined forces with some righteous wizards from the public to suppress the riot.

Everything else was fine, except that thirty people were said to have mysteriously disappeared, but there were thirty extra servings of meat sauce at the riot site that day.

According to a Death Eater who did not want to reveal his name, the person who caused the tragedy... well, the Death Eater said it directly at the time, it was Kaisen who did it.

Thinking of this, Draco subconsciously raised his hand, but before he could raise his hand, he put it down again. After all, this kind of thing was not a good thing.

What if I end up being a part of the mess because of my own nonsense?

Kaisen, standing on the podium, looked at the whole classroom of people grunting and not saying a word for half a minute. He felt helpless and had to play the straight ball.

The next moment, the mechanical arm, mantis blade, and hidden blade on his body all came out at once.

"You should have heard of this thing, right?"

The young wizards then suddenly realized: "So, Professor, are you going to give this cool thing to us?"

Kaisen nodded. "I think it's about time. Last class you learned the basic rules of mechanical power, or magic transmission. This class is the time to test your achievements."

"..............I'm definitely not asking you to help me write a paper...but I still want you to help me write a paper." He felt a little regretful after he said this. After all, this sounded very sharp.

That's what it means anyway.

After he showed the little wizards the mechanical arms all over his body, the class began to get down to business.

"Children, you need to study!" He said as he picked up the chalk and wrote large words on the blackboard.

"Do you understand this?" Kaisen said, pointing his thumb at the blackboard behind him.

The young wizards looked at each other and shook their heads in unison.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Once you build a basic robotic arm yourself, you'll understand."

Then he waved his hand, and the power of MC solidified into a large number of tiny cubes in mid-air, which were finally assembled into the most basic parts of the robotic arm.

"Today is your first class. I won't make it difficult for you. Your assignment is simple: assemble a robotic arm of your own using various parts. Each joint needs to be able to move 720 degrees, and there needs to be a channel for energy transmission..."

Kaisen's map of Yan State was quite long. It was only now that he mentioned the most important assignment of this class: "Also, each of you must write me a three-foot-long paper. It needs to be substantial. Your paper will be published in the European Alchemy Journal."

Chapter 259 Sports School and Art School

"get out of class is over!" Kaisen cheered when he heard the bell, and disappeared with a buzz.

Hermione, who was assembling a semi-finished robotic arm with the tools provided in the alchemy classroom, twitched her lips. She seemed to know how Professor Binns of History of Magic felt when he saw them running away as soon as the get out of class was over.

But isn't there something wrong with this character?

When Kaisen returned to the office, he didn't hear the little wizards' inner voices. All he had was the most basic respect for the office workers after get off work. After all, to put it bluntly...

The little wizards in the fourth grade are no longer cute. I still like them when they were in the first or third grade. They looked so soft.

It’s a pity that my course is not a compulsory one, otherwise I could teach the first-grade wizards. It would be so hard.

Snape: First-year wizards are worse than pigs!

"Eh?"

Kaisen suddenly let out a sigh. He felt like he had forgotten something... Never mind. He had a third grade class later. It was time to ask them to help him install the guide rails!

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

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of October and Kaisen was slumped on the sofa in his office.

"Durmstrang and Beauxbatons are coming, so why do I, a mere alchemy professor, need to be there? Shouldn't the Headmaster and the four Headmasters be there for this kind of thing? At best, we could add Grindelwald to show the young wizards of Durmstrang their outstanding alumni."

Kaisen kept talking nonsense, but the main point was that he didn't want to stand outside in this cold weather even if the sky fell.

Snape, who was sent by Dumbledore to call Kaisen, was speechless. He was really envious of Kaisen's mental state. In his heart, welcoming other schools was not as worthwhile as staying in the office to study the formula of new potions.

However, as the Head of Slytherin, he would most likely be arranged by Dumbledore to receive the students from Durmstrang. After all, the proportion of Muggle wizards on both sides was very low, so perhaps they could get along well.

It's fine to fight to the death inside Hogwarts, but it would be disgraceful if it were to bring shame outside Hogwarts.

For example, if Durmstrang and Gryffindor were to sit at the same table, there would be a high probability that before Kaisen, who was busy eating, could even finish his second bite, a certain mischievous young wizard from Gryffindor and a serious young wizard from Durmstrang would have a big feud.

This all has historical origins. According to unofficial historical records, Voldemort died when he went to a Muggle public restroom and there was no toilet paper. The Muggle on his left handed him a piece of sandpaper, and the Muggle on his right handed him a piece of patchouli leaf. In the end, the clever Lord Voldemort chose neither and stood up with his pants held up. He was then spotted by a passing muscle brother who tried to forcefully use a hook on him, but he realized he hadn't wiped himself off....

Of course...unofficial history...these are all unofficial history!

Ordinary Muggles in public toilets can cause such a big trouble, so the Gryffindor little wizards are assigned to students according to their ability to cause trouble, and they are made to sit next to Durmstrang. If they don't make enemies, they are not Gryffindors.

"Then go directly to the Great Hall." Snape gave another option concisely.

Kaisen looked at the space-based dragon-slaying cannon. Yes, if he went to the auditorium now, he would just sit there for a while. If he waited until all the young wizards from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons were seated in the auditorium before going there, it would seem impolite.

"You are very thoughtful, Severus!" Kaisen gave Snape a thumbs up and said.

Snape was full of questions, not knowing why he was given a considerate card, but he didn't think much about it. The two of them left the office, one teleporting like an Enderman and the other turning into black smoke.

Kaisen came to the empty auditorium and sat happily in his seat, supporting his chin with one hand and waiting for the professors to come back first. Then he could take advantage of the situation and even Dumbledore would not be able to say anything to him.

Then the door of the Great Hall opened, and Dumbledore was followed by professors, as well as the headmasters of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. They were standing very close to the front, and the professors' seats in the Great Hall were facing the door.

Kaisen, who was caught slacking off, gave an awkward but polite smile. He stretched out his other free hand and moved his fingers like a cat.

"Hello."

Dumbledore looked embarrassed, and Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and forced herself to suppress her anger.

Ultimately, the matter was left unresolved. After all, what was there to say about such a thing? It was awkward to say too much or too little; the best thing to do was to let it go.

Kaisen, on the other hand, made full use of the advantage of his big face. He sat there with his chin supported by one hand, and he didn't even change his movements.

Only after all the professors and young wizards at Hogwarts were seated did Kaysen realize that Durmstrang and Beauxbatons were still standing outside.

And of course their principal.

Kaisen frowned, tugged at Snape's sleeve and whispered, "What are they doing? Standing there motionless? Are they trying to intimidate us or me? Will Dumbledore throw me out to appease his friends later?"

Snape's brow twitched unnaturally. "I guess it's just a special way of entering. When you come to an unfamiliar environment, you have to show your skills. Of course, if you are the main perspective here, you can also call it a bad intention."

"My main problem is actually the second half."

Snape took a deep breath. As expected, friends only have a special filter when you keep a distance. "No."

"Then do we need to give them a warning?" Kaisen asked.

"You should ask Dumbledore about that."

Before Kaisen had time to look at Dumbledore, the entrance performances of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons began, with performances from the sports school and the art school, including a large number of white-skinned sports students and dance seniors.

And the little wizards of Hogwarts......

Kaisen once again looked at Dumbledore, who shrugged helplessly: "Although I don't particularly want to admit it...but what does a vocational school need bicycles for?"

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

I admit, these salted egg eyes are a bit abstract

Chapter 260 It will take at least three years to repair this thing... Repaired?

Kaisen leaned back in his chair. No one was left standing. The young wizards from the two schools and their headmaster...

It is worth mentioning that Karkaroff was supposed to sit on the left of Dumbledore and on the right of Kaisen, but the old guy might have remembered some not-so-good memories and quietly switched seats with Madame Maxime.

At this time, there were still three seats left in the professor's seat.

"Severus? Whose seat is that over there?" Kaisen asked in a low voice.

"Probably someone from the Ministry of Magic will come, and one seems to be from a dragon farm. Because you caused quite a stir in Italy during the holiday, Beauxbatons was the first to know about your plan to bid for the dragon farm. They guessed the connection between the dragon farm and the Triwizard Tournament, so Dumbledore also took the initiative to invite the director of the dragon farm." Snape responded in a low voice.

"That dragon farm in Romania... might have some issues," Kaisen whispered.

"Ok?"

"Maybe it's your former colleague." Kaisen said as he held Snape's wrist, but quickly let go. Then he briefly recounted the incident that happened when he and Sirius went to arrest Lupin and met Neos.

"I hope he's just naturally expressionless," Snape said briefly.

"Yeah." Kaisen nodded, and soon someone from the Ministry of Magic came, but there was only one person, Ludo Bagman.

As for the other Ministry of Magic official and Neos, there was still no movement.

"Those two are quite arrogant," Kaisen teased.

"He has a job in international magical cooperation. He's probably in the Forbidden Forest greeting foreign wizards from Romania." Snape responded in a low voice.

"Hmm..." Kaisen nodded and continued to sit there waiting for the two people to arrive. Soon, the two people he had been waiting for walked into the auditorium through the door that had been pushed open.

"That two-meter-tall muscular brother is the Death Eater suspect you mentioned?" Snape asked in a low voice.

"Obviously, you know him?"

"never seen it."

"Nice to meet you, Headmaster Dumbledore." Neos walked to the seat next to Hagrid and sat down, then said to Dumbledore who was sitting in the middle.

"Yes, we used to meet on letter paper." Dumbledore smiled and raised his glass to Neos.

The two drank a glass of wine facing each other from a distance, and Hagrid next to Neos turned into a dreamy look. He looked to the left at the elegant and virtuous Madame Maxime, and then to the right at the handsome and brave Neos.

What to do...

It’s so hard to choose.

In the end, his love for magical animals overcame the control of hormones and genes.

"Ahem, Mr. Neos, I heard that you manage a dragon farm?" Hagrid asked quietly.

"Well, is there any problem?" Neos looked at Hagrid and said.

"Well... uh... no problem." Hagrid didn't know why, but he was not very good at perceiving other people's emotions. This was also the reason why Hagrid was so popular in Hogwarts.

As the saying goes, straightforwardness overcomes everything. As for Hagrid's sincere social style, normal people may not like it too much, but they will not be too alienated... Well, in fact, there will be alienation, but he can't feel it, so he continues to be straightforward, and his favorability slowly increases.

But Neos was different. Even Hagrid, whose reflexes were longer than a dragon's and whose heart was thicker than a bucket, could feel Neos's alienation.