Dumbledore? He knows nothing about MC alchemy.

"Um... Professor, I don't quite understand."

"No problem, let's start from the most basic understanding." Kaisen waved his hand, and the kettle that had been heated and boiled by the shining light flew over and made a pot of black tea for the two of them.

Chapter 83 This office is not ordinary

"Among the alchemy techniques I'm teaching you, the one that relies least on magic is redstone. I've shown you before, but redstone also needs to be lit. You can think of it as some kind of endless energy source, but you need to give it an initial energy source."

Kaisen took out a red stone and placed it on the desk.

"For example, if I'm making a redstone alchemical artifact, it requires a certain amount of magic power to operate. We set this magic power to a certain amount, let's say x."

"Redstone is the energy source for this alchemical creation. If we apply x amount of magic power to ordinary redstone, it will output this amount of magic power at all times."

"But just these x points can use up most of the magic power of a second-year wizard like you. If you don't believe me, try it. This piece of red stone the size of your fingertip is probably equivalent to x points of magic power." After saying this, Kaisen pushed the red stone toward Neville.

Neville held it in his hand and realized that this red stone was different from the one Kaisen had given them before. It was much dimmer than that one and did not have that strange magical fluctuation.

It seems that the redstone given to them before had been activated by Professor Kaisen in advance, and this is its original appearance.

Neville clenched his fists and began to pour magic power into the redstone. When it reached its limit, he placed the lit redstone back on the table, his palms already full of sweat.

However, the tense little face still had a determined expression.

Seeing this, Kaisen picked up the redstone and looked at Neville helplessly: "Good talent... Tell me why."

"I want to use alchemy to make gifts for Harry and the others. They are...good friends who don't mind me even if I do this."

Kaisen looked at the somewhat embarrassed Neville with a frown in his eyes: "Well... barely passable, at least it is stronger than the magic of most second-year wizards."

"Then, Professor, do you agree?"

"I agree, but you can't hide it from your three friends. Or rather, you can keep it a secret among your three friends. You can keep the fact that you're making gifts for them a secret, and give them a surprise when the time comes."

"But you absolutely cannot hide the fact that you asked me to teach you alchemy from them if you consider them your friends."

"After all, this kind of advances, made secretly behind your friends' backs, is a bit of a bitch. In short, they will think you are not honest. Of course, I know you don't mean that."

Kaisen explained patiently.

"Um...what should I do now? How about you help me and act it out?" Neville asked awkwardly.

"No need. Just tell them the truth. Or you can bring them all here. At worst, I'll be the bad guy and reject them all, leaving you alone."

"what?"

"It's okay, they won't hold a grudge against me for this."

Neville nodded: "Thank you, Professor! I'd better think of another reason. I feel embarrassed that you have accepted me." Then he turned around and started... physical exercise.

"Should we build a portal for them... Never mind, some exercise is good for your health." Kaisen watched Neville running away... When he thought about how Neville would have to run back and forth every day to come to his office to study alchemy, he couldn't help laughing.

"Pfft!"

Didi didi...

As he was smiling, a red crystal ball on the desk flashed again.

He casually pressed the crystal ball, and as the redstone circuit on the ceiling flashed a dim light, the door in the distance opened with a click.

Lockhart...or rather, our classmate Tom, subconsciously used his student memories to look towards the location of the former Alchemy Professor's desk, and then he saw...

"Is this a Quidditch field?" Tom walked into the alchemy office with some surprise, looking at a corner of the office with curiosity, and at the huge machine standing behind the glass wall.

They were running there silently and precisely. Even with Tom's score of O in alchemy, he couldn't figure out what the machine was for, or even the principle behind it.

"What are you doing here?" Kaisen leaned back in his chair and asked unhappily as he looked at Tom, who was wearing Lockhart's skin in the distance.

"Come and repair our friendship." Tom naturally knew the source of the conflict between the two professors by looking through Lockhart's memories. He then said with an elegant smile that seemed a little out of place on Lockhart's ostentatious face.

"Oh, then I really want to thank you, the great bestselling author Gilderoy Lockhart. Why don't you go out into the wild and find some poor werewolf and treat them with the enchanted book therapy you invented?"

"Is it because you don't know how? If not, I can teach you, as long as your brain, which has no grooves because it is filled with damn smiles, can learn it." Kaisen leaned back in his chair and sneered.

"I'm so sorry. I came here today just for this matter... to apologize to you."

Kaisen clicked his tongue, sighing that Lockhart finally spoke a word. He rarely raised his eyelids and looked at Lockhart straight in the eye.

【Human】【Magic】【Soul】

soul?

Kaisen was puzzled by the new entry that had just appeared in Lockhart's head. Not to mention the last time he buried him in the ground, there was no such entry even when he had breakfast this morning.

In less than half a day...

Something's wrong...

Something is eleven points wrong.

"What brings you here?" Kaisen held onto the armrest of the chair and sat up a little straighter.

"I'm here to ask for your forgiveness." Tom said with Lockhart's skin on his face, looking very sincere.

As for asking for forgiveness...of course that's bullshit.

The real purpose of his coming here was to see how powerful this so-called alchemy professor was. If he was only slightly stronger than Lockhart, but only to a limited extent, then he would just start from zero frames.

Stay in the Alchemy Office and get things done!

But when he actually walked into the office, things turned out a little... differently than he had imagined.

Although the alchemist is wealthy and wishes that all his writing pens were made of alchemical products, and most of his permanent locations have backup plans, Tom is definitely not afraid.

There is a backup plan, but how powerful can it be? At best, it is just some amulet engraved with armor to protect you, and some evil curses may come out of nowhere in the corner.

But this alchemy office...is not ordinary.

Not to mention the area that is almost the same size as the Black Lake, there is also the thing on the top floor of the office that looks like a chandelier, but the hole in the middle, to be honest, looks like a cannon muzzle no matter how you look at it.

Chapter 84 I think we might have some misunderstanding

In short, if you choose to do it here...

He was guaranteed to die, unless he could deliver a fatal blow that would prevent Kaisen from making any unnecessary moves.

Um.....

A little difficult.

"I'm sorry, that's not necessary." Kaisen leaned back in his chair and observed Lockhart in front of him through his monocle.

First of all, killing people is not necessary. To dark wizards, all the professors at Hogwarts can really be said to be villains. That wand has not been able to deal with many dark wizards.

When Dumbledore was young, he was a master who used his wand to fight his way from London to Paris. He raised and lowered his wand all the way without his arms feeling sore.

But even then, his entries were pure human and magic, nothing strange at all.

So if we eliminate one of the options, the next one should be, uh... the traditional craft of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

For example... being possessed, like Quirrell who was possessed by Voldemort last year.

I just don't know who this guy is who possessed Lockhart this year.

"That's really a pity." Tom shook his head. In Kaisen's eyes, the expression on his face was that Lockhart's flamboyant and artificial face was controlled by a restrained and calm soul.

Now he was 100% sure that this Lockhart was definitely possessed.

"uh-huh..."

Tom listened to the professor's snort without any expression. He just turned around and walked the long way towards the office door again.

Kaisen, leaning back in his chair, just watched coldly. A few minutes later, when he reached the door of the office, he suddenly reached out his hand.

A gust of wind suddenly blew in the huge office. With the darkness and the growing strange hurricane, Tom turned around in surprise.

Professor Kaisen, who was sitting under the floor-to-ceiling window, was still leaning lazily in his chair, just like when he just came in.

What was different was the hand he stretched out. The palm of his hand seemed like the vortex of a huge star, and an unparalleled huge attraction emanated from it.

Tom didn't dare to look back anymore. It was only then that he finally realized that this damn alchemy professor was not a pushover who was only slightly stronger than Lockhart.

If he is a soft persimmon, then Dumbledore's old gang is at most an orange with peel.

However, Tom didn't have time to brainstorm. He was now concentrating on rushing towards the office door which was just a few steps away, and even ran without any image.

Just as he reached out and grasped the door handle, the slowly approaching vortex gravity finally caught him.

The moment he was pulled back by the strange vortex gravity, Tom took out his wand and turned around almost instantly.

"Avada eats the big melon!"

This fatal curse was blocked by a piece of obsidian, but fortunately, the strange vortex gravity also finally disappeared.

He quickly cast two layers of armor spell on himself and watched Kaisen slowly stand up.

The latter pulled out his staff from his sleeve and started playing with it: "I knew you were not Gilderoy Lockhart. That idiot couldn't use the Killing Curse at all."

Tom gripped his wand tightly. "What if I didn't resist and you caught me? Would you let me go?"

"Not necessarily. It depends on my mood. I might even plant you in a flowerpot."

"Got it...Avada eats the big melon!"

Another killing curse came, but this time there was no obsidian that suddenly appeared to block it. Instead, the curse hit the huge floor-to-ceiling window without even causing a decent crack.

"What? Are you a idiot too? No, strictly speaking, Lockhart is better than you. At least he still has his own body, and you, a soul? A wandering ghost?"

The voice came from behind, and Tom quickly turned around and saw Kaisen standing behind him with his hands behind his back. Strange chains spread out from his body, which were made of triangles embedded in regular hexagons and had surrounded him unknowingly.

"Cursed Flame!" Tom was repulsed from the bottom of his heart by this strange thing that he had never seen before and was beyond his control. He immediately started with fierce fire, wanting to burn these strange chains to ashes.

But as luck would have it, in contrast to the chaotic and disordered Li Huo, this chain was condensed from the order element that Kaisen had extracted from the order crystal before, and it immediately imprisoned Li Huo firmly.

After controlling the flame, the water source block appeared and disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the fierce fire that was just showing its fangs and claws disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Classmate Tom's face turned pale as he looked at the man in front of him who had his hands behind his back and was looking at him leisurely. He swallowed his saliva, which was rare.

This feeling was just like the moment in the distant depths of his memory when Dumbledore appeared in his room, casually waved his wand, and burned his cabinet.

Although the expressiveness of the two cannot be compared, the weird feeling they create makes people feel unable to resist at all, as if the other person is standing there just to observe what you will do next with the eyes of a test subject or a pet.

"Can you tell me who you are now?"

Kaisen walked over and asked.