Dumbledore? He knows nothing about MC alchemy.

"Well, before that." Kaisen said as he stepped on Quirrell's chest, then reached out and grabbed the creeper head on Quirrell's head and pulled it off with force.

"I'm deeply impressed by your elaborate plan to steal the Philosopher's Stone, so I'm here to show you something good."

He reached into Quirrell's pocket and pulled out the fake Philosopher's Stone 2.0 that he had produced.

"Remember this, I made it for you..."

Seeing this, Dumbledore was happy to satisfy Kaisen's bad taste and quickly took out the fake Philosopher's Stone 1.0 hidden in the Mirror of Erised.

"Look, both are fake. This is what you get for all the trouble you put in."

"Kaysen, you will die a horrible death!" Quirrell growled through gritted teeth.

"The truth is, I will still be alive, but you won't be around for more than a few days."

Soon, Minister of Magic Fudge walked in from the school gate with two Aurors.

After arriving at the headmaster's office, the two Aurors immediately became wooden, while Fudge smiled and nodded at Dumbledore and Kaysen in a friendly manner. It was completely invisible that he wanted to lock Kaysen in Azkaban for two months to calm him down when he first met him.

"What a face." Kaisen curled his lips a little pettily.

Fudge still had a smile on his face, as if he hadn't heard anything at all. He nodded at Dumbledore and pointed at Quirrell on the ground.

"I never thought that the professor who taught the young wizards Defense Against the Dark Arts for nearly a semester was actually a dark wizard. Dumbledore, how could you make such a low-level mistake?"

"Perhaps you should really take my advice and let the Ministry of Magic take over Hogwarts..."

Before Fudge could finish, Dumbledore interrupted him: "This is not an ordinary dark wizard. Look at the face behind his head. That is Voldemort."

Fudge's naive face suddenly stiffened.

"What did you say, Dumbledore?"

"That's Voldemort."

"No... Dumbledore, you are really senile. The You-Know-Who is dead." Fudge shook his head frantically.

Chapter 63 Gryffindor Dunk...

"You only need to take one look to know. You have seen that deformed face caused by the erosion and deformation of dark magic." Dumbledore said calmly.

"You... the mysterious man died eleven years ago. He was killed by that kid in Godric's Hollow and defeated by Harry Potter. He was just an ordinary dark wizard. And this dark wizard, Quirrell, is going to be cursed..."

Fudge swallowed and paused. "I won't kill him with the Killing Curse, nor with the Dementor's Kiss. ​​He's just an ordinary dark wizard. He can be imprisoned in Azkaban. He can't escape."

"He's not You-Know-Who. He's just an ordinary dark wizard. A brave dark wizard who dares to do this right under your nose. An ordinary... dark wizard!"

Dumbledore sighed. He was extremely disappointed with Fudge at this moment. If Fudge could really get the Aurors to cast a Killing Curse on Voldemort, he would not be so disappointed, because that meant that although Fudge was afraid of Voldemort, he at least still believed in the fact that Voldemort was alive.

At this moment, Dumbledore could tell from Fudge's trembling expression that although Fudge believed in the fact that Voldemort had been resurrected, for the sake of his position as Minister of Magic, he turned a blind eye and sent Voldemort to Azkaban.

That's just one or two steps different from just releasing him.

"You can look at his face." Dumbledore finally asked with a little hope in his heart.

"...I've seen it, I know this face, it's Quirinus Quirrell, Dumbledore...you old fool..." Fudge shook his head quickly, turned around and was about to ask the two Aurors behind him to drag Quirrell away from the ground.

Kaisen frowned and looked at Dumbledore, who nodded helplessly.

The next moment, a withered skull flew directly towards Quirrell, but this time it did not explode. Instead, it merged into Quirrell's flesh and blood. Quickly, Quirrell's body began to collapse.

Like a piece of charcoal from beginning to end, it will turn into crumbs with just a slight touch.

Then a black smoke floated out from Quirrell's body and slowly dissipated in the air.

"...Kasen Heath...Heath...No, Professor Kasen, considering that you killed a dark wizard this time, the Ministry of Magic will not care about it." Fudge had a hint of relief on his face, but still said stubbornly.

"It would be better if you called me Mr. Heath."

Fudge's face darkened, but he said nothing and quickly left Hogwarts with the two Aurors.

".......This Fudge..." Kaisen asked as he stood by the window, looking out at the three people from the Ministry of Magic leaving the Hogwarts grounds.

"He wasn't like this many years ago. Although he can't be called brave, at least... never mind." Dumbledore sat on the chair. "You did well. Even if you didn't take action, I would have arranged for someone to kill Quirrell in Azkaban."

"Only a fool would let an enemy escape from under his nose, let alone two." Kaisen said darkly.

"Um........"

"By the way, the last time I went to France, I met Nicolas Flamel."

Dumbledore still nodded, but in fact he had already thought of a reason to run away later.

"He said that after you're done using the Philosopher's Stone, give it to me."

"Oh...did he say anything else?"

"He also said... ahem... what does Dumbledore know about alchemy? What use would the Philosopher's Stone be in his hands?"

Dumbledore's face turned red involuntarily. He took off his glasses awkwardly and wiped them with a velvet cloth.

"...wait until the end of this semester."

"You still owe me... Let me calculate, the annual salary of the previous alchemy professor was..."

"Here it is, take it." Dumbledore pulled out an irregular red gem from his pocket and placed it on the desk.

Kaisen picked up the Philosopher's Stone. Unlike last time, he somehow felt as if the magic power of the Philosopher's Stone began to flow towards him.

"Hmm? Can you feel this magical fluctuation?"

Dumbledore looked over and pushed his glasses up his nose.

"There's no harm in it, just let it be."

"It seems I have to study this so-called Philosopher's Stone carefully." Kaisen murmured.

"That's all later. What you need most right now is another thing. Have you forgotten the final exam?" Dumbledore reminded.

"I will... I'm going to go to the hospital wing to check on those four naughty kids first."

After arriving at the medical wing, Kaysen found Madam Pomfrey and was relieved to learn that Ron had woken up.

It’s a pity that I came in a hurry and didn’t bring any fruit baskets, but I still have some carnations.

He rubbed his fingers together, produced four carnations, and walked in.

"Congratulations to the four of you. You have successfully survived the dark wizard's wand."

Harry smiled. It seemed that the physical damage Quirrell inflicted on him did not cause him any serious problems.

"Oh, Professor, that thing behind Quirrell's head..."

"You guessed right, it's that person." Kaisen nodded.

Harry and Neville's originally calm faces fell in an instant.

"But now he is dead, though not necessarily completely."

"Not necessarily dead..."

"Wait a minute Harry, what are you talking about?" Ron asked.

"Well... tell me, although others may not believe it." Kaisen shrugged and said to Harry.

Harry also took a breath. "Voldemort is not dead. He has grown on the back of Quirrell's head."

The ward was silent for a moment.

"Really?" Ron and Hermione both looked at Kaisen.

"That's true. Although he died this time, he's not necessarily dead. Maybe it's just like what happened eleven years ago. But don't spread this matter, it might cause panic."

"But Professor, why? Such a big devil is still alive..."

"If you were the Minister of Magic, or a high-ranking official, I would be happy to let you spread the word, but unfortunately you are not. In fact, Dumbledore wanted to tell Fudge that Voldemort was not dead not to cause panic in the wizarding world, but to organize people to kill him."

"Did Fugui agree?" Ron asked.

"...Uh-huh." Kaisen gave him a speechless look.

"Okay." The four little wizards all lowered their heads dejectedly.

"Oh, by the way, there is one more thing. You didn't take my words to heart. You didn't make the right choice between a Philosopher's Stone and four lives, so Gryffindor will deduct... forty points. If you can, you can make up for it within two classes." Kaisen quickly poked his head back and added as he was about to leave the medical wing.

[Because I've set up a comment section for the author in Chapter 3, the review process will be a bit slower, probably not until the morning.]

Chapter 64 Final

"what?"

Kaisen left without a trace of fame or merit. As for why he was only given a symbolic 40-point deduction...

Well, I was mentally prepared. They just deducted a little bit as a token of their appreciation. It seemed like if I deducted more, they would change it.

After returning to the office, he took out the Philosopher's Stone. This time, he felt that its light was a little dimmer than when Dumbledore had just given it to him, although the dimness was limited.

"If I keep going like this, the Philosopher's Stone will be turned to dust by me, right? Will Nicolas Flamel hunt me down?"

Sighing, he put the Philosopher's Stone into his pocket, took out another stack of parchment, and began to make the test questions for this final exam.

Time passed quickly, and with the holidays approaching, a sense of conflicting emotions spread throughout Hogwarts.

The little wizards were looking forward to the holiday, but at the same time they were dreading the final exams.

But when it comes to final exams, it’s not that scary.

The worst that could happen is that you fail the course and can just retake it next semester. They say that failing the exam will result in repeating the grade, but there is really no such thing as repeating a grade in Hogwarts these days. It is just a scare legend told by first-year wizards.

However, for the seventh-year wizards, all they felt was tension.

These young wizards who are about to leave the ivory tower and start working have no expectations for the holiday at all, and some of them are even a little scared.

After all, the final exams are over, and I don’t know when I will be able to return to Hogwarts again.

The carefree little wizard in the ivory tower is about to become a boring adult, and the little old man is about to become a cynical old man who wants to destroy the world.

In the seventh-grade alchemy exam, Kaisen collected all the test papers and knocked on the corners of the test papers while standing on the podium.

"Hmm...how would you rate me? Tell me everything, I might adopt it."

The little wizards under the podium didn't say much, and after handing in all the test papers, they showed no intention of leaving.

Seeing this, Kaisen placed the test paper on the podium, put his hands on his hips and sighed: "Let's go, you still have to prepare for the final wizard exam. Although I will give you a score you can't refuse..."