Dumbledore? He knows nothing about MC alchemy.

"Qurinus Quirrell," he began.

"Professor Quirrell? The one who stutters when he lectures and smells of garlic?" Ron was the first to say in disbelief.

"Well, I'm sorry to tell you, it's him." Kaisen shrugged and said.

"But, Professor Quirrell is like that?" Hermione frowned. "Professor, this is really not something you made up to divert our attention?"

"Will a bad person's face be labeled as a bad person? Take me for example. If I didn't tell you, would you know that I actually have to eat four little wizards every day to maintain my youthful appearance?"

"...Okay, I know that joke is a bit cold."

"Well, it's actually quite funny, Professor. It's funny when you just say it." Harry complained with a twitch of his mouth.

"Don't mind this joke. You just need to know that Quirrell is not a good person. Just stay away from him."

"But...but I still don't understand. Professor Quirrell is like that. What bad things could he do?" Ron said with a frown.

"There are so many. For example, the troll at the Halloween dinner. Guess who let it in?" Kaisen said, raising his eyelids.

"That's what Quirrell did?"

"Well, now that I've explained this matter clearly to you, please promise me that this matter is currently under the control of Dumbledore, and there's no need for you little first-year kids to get involved. So I sincerely ask you to stay away from Quirrell when you're not in class!" Kaisen nagged earnestly.

"But...but I still don't understand. Anyone at Hogwarts is more likely than Quirrell, even that old fellow Filch. At least his tone really does sound like he wants to strangle me to death." Ron looked at the ceiling made of dark oak boards, somewhat confused.

"You can ask your brothers, the Weasley twins, specifically. You can ask them what Professor Quirrell was like before, what he is like now, and what made him go from being a positive and optimistic wizard to being so... weird now." Kaisen gave them an idea.

"We will, Professor," Neville said.

"Will you? I hope you will." Kaisen sighed.

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

After sending the four little ones away, Kaisen sat on the sofa for a while, drank the remaining tea in the teapot, walked out of the office, and went straight to the principal's office.

"Lemon Olaf."

The two stone statues outside the headmaster's office were separated, and Dumbledore had already brewed two cups of green tea.

After all, Dumbledore knew that Kaisen didn't like sweet things, but he couldn't help putting sugar in his tea when he made it.

"Thank you for considering my taste." Kaisen said after taking a sip of green tea.

"Uh-huh, what's going on?"

"It was Harry and the other three. They knew there was a dark wizard inside Hogwarts, so they came to ask me. In order to prevent them from doing anything unnecessary that might get them into trouble, I confessed."

"frank?"

"I gave Quirrell away," Kaisen confessed.

Chapter 35 Party

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"In that case, let them be."

Kaisen left the headmaster's office, and that sentence was Dumbledore's answer.

He also gave Dumbledore a subtle middle finger.

Let them be, that certainly sounds like Dumbledore's character, let things take their own course, he has no objection to that.

He had no objection, but he also had his own little thoughts and plans.

Dumbledore controlled the overall strategy. I respected his wisdom of more than a hundred years and did not refute him.

But he should also allow himself to take some small, harmless actions within a certain range.

It can also add obstacles to Quirrell's mischief, so why not do it?

Even Dumbledore can't stop this!

The last physical attack caused devastating damage to Quirrell. With Madam Pomfrey's treatment, Quirrell was successfully discharged from the hospital in just one week.

This time, he decided to do something fancy.

But unfortunately, not now.

Because he was busy organizing his seventh-grade students to go to the European Alchemy Exchange Association's dinner, and their papers on iron golems came out earlier than the fourth-grade papers on enchanting tables.

All the wizards who signed the paper were invited to attend tonight's party, which was, of course, an awards ceremony for them.

At the edge of the Black Lake in the evening, Kaisen was wearing a water-blue wizard robe, which was actually shimmering with magical waves like the surface of the water.

He was critically examining the dozen or so seventh-year wizards in front of him, even though they were no longer small.

"Casli, where's your brooch? And there's a thread on your sleeve. Please pull it off! After this party, you have to take a photo with me. This photo will be published in the next issue of the Alchemy Journal and the Daily Prophet. Please have some snacks."

As Kaisen spoke, he handed a clever and elegant brooch that had appeared in his hand to Casli.

"Ah, it's the professor!" Casli quickly pulled off the thread, then took the brooch with both hands and pinned it on her chest.

"Mars, look at your shoes. They're dull and lifeless. Is that right?"

"...collar, Wright, if you feel uncomfortable with your collar like that, you can just turn it up. Your shirt and jacket can really be paired like that. Has no one seen you?"

After adjusting the attire of many young wizards, he looked at his watch again, raised his head and continued.

"I'm sorry you're already in seventh grade. If you weren't so pressed for time, I'd let you research some more substantial topics, but you don't have enough time."

"I can only offer you a somewhat crude alchemical creation like the Iron Golem as a gift for your seventh grade. However, signing your names on this paper may brighten your future."

"Because I can only teach you for one year, I can only make up for it in this way. Now, take a deep breath. In one minute, you will be heading to the Ministry of Magic's banquet hall, where the cutting-edge alchemy scholars, reporters from the Daily Prophet, and high-ranking officials from the Ministry of Magic will be waiting for you."

"Cheer up, ladies and gentlemen, for your own future." Kaisen said in a deep voice.

"We will, professor." I don't know which sentimental wizard it was. Maybe he heard Kaisen worrying about their future, or maybe he was complaining about why he didn't meet such a professor until the seventh grade.

In short, the little wizard's voice had a rare hint of crying.

"Casli, please control your emotions. In order to give them a good impression later, do you need to put on some makeup?" Kaisen walked up to the witch named Casli and handed her a handkerchief.

Kasli shook her head, wiped her tears, and calmly put the handkerchief into her pocket.

"...As long as you are happy." Kaisen witnessed this scene and shrugged helplessly.

Soon, the time came and Kaisen took out a pocket, where was a stack of door keys that had been mailed to him earlier.

"One per person, everyone, please mind your manners. This semester is almost over, and I can no longer teach you anything more. However, I can still help you with this party. Um... I can provide you with protection, perhaps."

Kaisen distributed the door keys one by one to Casli. After taking the door keys, the sentimental little witch suddenly gave Kaisen a hug.

"Okay, okay, I hope this makes you happy." Kaisen patted the little witch's back and comforted her.

"I will, Professor."

Soon, one door key after another was handed to everyone. As the time reached that scale, all of them, including Kaisen, felt a strange spatial force pulling them.

Brought it to a huge and luxurious venue.

Kaisen had previously enchanted himself with the power of the Ender Pearl. In those few short minutes, he teleported in his office more times than most people do in their entire lives, so when he appeared at the meeting place, he regained his composure almost instantly.

The students who followed him did not have his same concentration, but they all remembered what Kaisen said.

Keep the tone, keep the elegance.

Fortunately, none of them made a fool of themselves, they were all great.

Soon, Kaisen noticed several reporters with magic cameras hanging on their chests walking towards him, and he naturally waved to the students standing behind him.

Soon, a neat group photo appeared in the camera of one of the reporters.

"Excellent photography skills." Kaisen looked at the dynamic photos taken by the reporter. After making sure that everyone in the photos maintained their demeanor and did not have any small movements such as not opening their eyes, yawning, or being dazed, he sincerely extended his hand and shook hands with the reporter.

"Professor, what should we do next?" A student appeared calmly behind Kaisen and asked in a low voice.

"Remain calm and watch the situation unfold. Wait for me, the Master, to subdue them!"

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

Kaisen looked at the headline of the new issue of the Daily Prophet, where photos of himself and his students were clearly displayed.

The headlines praised himself and his students in neat and elegant language.

Kaisen blushed when he read the words that were full of praise.

"Eh...I'm a little embarrassed."

Chapter 36 Duel!

It had been a while since the last alchemy party, and almost the entire Hogwarts envied the seventh-year alchemists who had stolen the show.

But behind the excitement, there are always people who notice something else, such as Harry.

He noticed this since the day they went to Professor Kaysen's office and learned that the real dark wizard hidden in Hogwarts was the timid Professor Quirrell.

Whenever Professor Kaisen and Professor Quirrell were in the same space, the strange smell of gunpowder always filled their noses.

I don’t know why, maybe it was just his illusion.

"I always feel that Professor Kaysen is looking for trouble with Quirrell, all the time, as long as they are together." In the library, Harry whispered to the four friends around him.

"Of course. A powerful wizard like Professor Kaysen, who hates evil, naturally has no good attitude towards dark wizards. This is perfectly normal."

Neville echoed.

"Everyone understands this principle. I just think that Professor Kaysen, an alchemist, is targeting Quirrell, a dark wizard, like that. What if one day Quirrell can't bear it anymore and assassinates Professor Kaysen?" Hermione responded while writing her paper.

"Professor Kaisen is very powerful. He can blow up that giant monster with just one move. Didn't you see it that day? The whole wall was blown up!" Neville retorted immediately when he heard that Kaisen's fighting ability was underestimated.

"Of course, I'm not saying that Professor Kaysen isn't powerful enough, but what if Professor Quirrell has a more sinister curse, dark magic, or something like that?" Hermione retorted.

"Well, actually Professor Kaysen also knows dark magic. He rescued Hagrid who was entangled by dark wizards in Knockturn Alley. At that time, he used a skull magic to kill the three dark wizards." Harry added.

"That's not dark magic. How could Professor Kaysen use dark magic?"

"But it's a skeleton."

"That's not dark magic either."

Harry watched the stubborn Neville deflate, and he didn't know how to refute him.