Dumbledore? He knows nothing about MC alchemy.

"What the hell? He's here with bad intentions?" Cedric muttered in confusion.

Chapter 272 The atmosphere is so tense, it would be impolite not to die!

Sitting in the headmaster's office, Dumbledore looked at the chaos in the alchemy office in the crystal ball and smiled meaningfully.

Otherwise, why do people say that Kaisen really has no talent for lying...

Dumbledore sat in his seat and casually took a few bites of sweets. When the time was almost up, an owl flew in from the window with a letter. This was the death certificate he had asked his friend at St. Mungo's to issue for Kaisen.

He looked at the wall clock again and saw that it was time, so he rummaged in the cabinet and pulled out an ornate coffin. He casually used a levitation spell to float the coffin behind him and walked towards the alchemy office.

In the alchemy office, Kaisen closed his eyes tightly, listening to the chattering voices of the little wizards around him, and sweat unconsciously seeped out of his forehead.

I really messed up this time, seriously.

But soon, he felt the noisy sounds around him gradually subside, and then he heard Dumbledore's voice.

"The man is gone, let Professor Kaisen rest in peace..."

Kaisen: “???”

What does it mean that the person is gone?

When did I die? This was clearly just a very serious illness. Even though I was faking it, it wouldn't kill me instantly, right?

Before he could finish his thought, he felt many hands lifting him up... It was difficult for them to lift him up.

The lifting movement suddenly paused, and Neville's voice reached his ears: "But the professor's chest is still rising and falling?"

"That's because Professor Kaysen modified his own lungs, and mechanical lungs naturally have some ups and downs," Dumbledore explained.

"I'm just bragging! Don't believe me, Neville! If you guys howl a couple more times, I'll just take advantage of the situation and live on under the influence of love!" Kaisen shouted in his heart.

But reality is obviously not fiction, Neville just nodded blankly and then lent a hand.

Soon he felt himself being put into a small bed...but the atmosphere in this small bed was very strange.

He opened his eyes slightly and glanced around quietly... everything was... white and soft, like a fucking coffin.

Wait... a coffin?

He suddenly woke up, but when he opened his eyes again, what he saw was no longer the familiar ceiling and the space-based dragon-slaying cannon, but the damn coffin lid.

"Huh? I think..."

Boom!

In the end, poor Professor Kaisen hit his head on the lid of the coffin before he could make any sound. Moreover, the coffin was not only cast with indestructible protective magic, but also seemed to be cast with soundproof magic.

I hit the coffin with my forehead, making such a loud noise that no one outside could hear it.

Isn't this nonsense?

And what confused him the most now was where did Dumbledore get his death certificate?

He had never been to St. Mungo's... and where was he going to get a death certificate in less than two hours?

In an instant, all the clues were connected together and the truth came to light...

I was framed by that old guy Dumbledore!

Boom!

There was another sound, and he hammered the lid of the coffin covering him with a bit of a defenselessness. It was not for any other reason, but simply because he discovered an embarrassing thing... Is his acting really that bad?

That’s not right, it shouldn’t be like this?

Kaisen was in a trance again. He had clearly adjusted his metabolic level to the lowest, and Dumbledore should not have been able to notice it... Was he betrayed?

He touched his chin, knowing that there was only one person who could fake his illness, Cedric...

That kid with thick eyebrows and big eyes also betrayed us?

How am I going to deal with you after I get out?

dong dong dong...

Just as he was thinking about how to take care of his disciple after he left, the coffin was suddenly knocked. Soon, with a rumbling sound and fluctuations of magic power, a drill came in from the outside and slowly drilled a big hole in it.

"professor?"

Kaisen looked at Cedric outside the cave and bit the dead skin on his lip: "Give me an explanation, how did my plan get exposed? You are the only one who knows this plan..."

"Professor, this has nothing to do with me. I have always been loyal to you!" Cedric said in panic.

"It would have been fine if you hadn't made excuses, but now that you've made excuses... it makes it even more like it!" Kaisen said with a curled lip.

"It's really not his problem." Another voice came at this time.

Kaisen looked dimly at the black robe that appeared behind Cedric. Cedric turned around at this time and was inevitably startled: "Professor Snape!"

Snape simply glanced down into Cedric's eyes and a look of understanding appeared on his face. "He has been legilimented by Dumbledore."

"Legliminy? Oh~" Kaisen said with an "oh".

"How do you feel?" Snape didn't respond and squatted down to ask.

"I don't know what to do. I'm being held back by old Dumbledore. I don't know how to survive. After all, the atmosphere has become like this. If I don't die this time, wouldn't it be very rude?" Kaisen rolled his eyes and patted the coffin, saying dimly.

Cedric looked up at the ceiling, wondering how he could come up with a reasonable excuse to make his professor feel better, when Snape spoke directly.

"really."

Kaisen: “..................”

"What else do you want to do?" Snape glanced at Kaisen again and said.

"You should have a solution. Didn't that old Dumbledore ever say when he would bury me?"

"the day after tomorrow."

Kaisen's defense was immediately broken: "How much does he hate me? He can't wait to throw me into the ground, right?"

"Ahem, get to the point." Snape reminded.

"Before I am buried, can you please feed me some beauty potion to bring me back to life?" Kaisen said with a smile.

"Beauty and skin care?" Snape frowned and said.

"After all, I'm fine. You, a young woman, can't do anything without rice. Where can you get medicine? Beauty and skin care are enough." Kaisen waved his hand and said.

"Hmph...why don't you just jump out of the coffin? Wouldn't that be more exciting?" Snape said with a curled lip.

"Again, the atmosphere has become so tense, it would be rude of me not to die."

"......"

"Well, I still have to be a bit of an idol. You can't let my students know that their professor is an unreliable brat who has nothing better to do than pretend to be dead, right?"

Chapter 273 Envelope

"Haha, then you just continue to stay here, at least for another forty-eight hours..." Snape rolled his eyes, obviously not understanding this weird idol burden or personal setting, and then said a few more words before leaving.

Cedric looked at Kaisen, then at Snape walking away, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then, like magic, he pulled out an oil-wrapped paper from his robe and said, "Professor? Are you hungry?"

Kaisen nodded: "That's true."

The scene became strangely harmonious. Kaisen lay in the coffin eating, and Cedric sat beside him, watching kindly. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something: "Professor, do you want to lie here for forty-eight hours, or is it conservative?"

Kaisen nodded as he ate, "Yeah."

"Then Professor, why don't you teleport back to your office?" Cedric asked such a heart-wrenching question.

"......Huh?" Kaisen, who was halfway through his meal, suddenly stopped, then lowered his eyes and thought for about three seconds.

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

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

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

"I forgot."

"Then Professor...do you need me to bring another dinner to your office?" Cedric asked awkwardly.

"Obviously, I need it. Thank you very much." Kaisen said as he continued to eat in the coffin. He did not teleport out of the coffin until he had finished eating the food in the brown paper bag. Then he picked up the fragment on the ground that Cedric had knocked off and put it back into the hole of the coffin.

"Okay, I'll go back to the office first. You should go back and have some rest. As for the meal...if you really want to bring it, just go to my bedroom on the fourth floor." Kaisen said as he stretched hard, making a crunching sound, and finally disappeared with a buzzing sound.

Cedric touched his chin and finally walked towards the kitchen.

On the other side...

"So... don't you have your own bedroom?" Kaisen returned to his bedroom and before he jumped into the bed, he saw Dumbledore sitting on a chair in the corner.

"There's nothing I can do. I've always liked your decoration style, but it's a pity you never did it for me." Dumbledore shrugged.

Kaisen remained silent, and then Dumbledore spoke again.

"So... you're resurrected."

Kaisen couldn't help but shudder. He heard a strong sense of sarcasm and laughter in these words.

"I haven't been resurrected. I'm still dead. I'm a ghost now." Kaisen got into the bed angrily and wrapped himself up. After a while, the bed spit out his clothes.

"Oh, I always thought that someone like you would not become a ghost...To be honest, I can't imagine you begging for mercy in front of the god of death." Dumbledore said while sitting in his seat with his legs crossed.

"Hmm...what do you mean?" Kaisen asked.

"For example, all the ghosts in Hogwarts are afraid of death, so they become this kind of existence between life and death. Isn't it pitiful?" said Dumbledore.

"Mind your own business. Everyone is afraid of death. You can't stand on your high horse and point fingers just because you're not afraid of that thing, right?" Kaisen turned around and looked at Dumbledore and complained.

"Do you also fear death?" asked Dumbledore.

"Why not?"

"I used to think that you were not afraid of death because of that golden man, but during the day I felt the fluctuation of that golden man on Harry's body..." Dumbledore suddenly said.

"Yeah, I have nothing to do at Hogwarts all day, or I stay in the office doing some trivial things. I have no use for that thing, so I might as well give it to him." Kaisen said casually.

"You only have one?"