Hogwarts: I rely on MC to pretend to be an alchemy professor

A week later, Kaisen was tinkering with the enchanting table in front of him in his office in a depressed mood.

Because he still underestimated Madam Pomfrey's craftsmanship, Quirrell, who was half-crippled by him, appeared on the podium of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom again a week later.

Snape was also unhappy with him.

However, the two of them were unhappy for different reasons. Kaisen was because Quirrell had made trouble again.

And Snape was because the position of substitute professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, which he had just obtained for a week, was lost again.

But now he forced his head to clear the evil thoughts related to Quirrell, and continued to study the enchanting table in front of him.

He had been studying for a week and enchanted the magic of the Ender Pearl in his body.

It can be said that everything is ready, except for a shiver.

A few lapis lazuli suddenly appeared in his hand and placed them on the enchanting table.

Before, when he enchanted his wand and wizard robe, he used a huge amount of magic power to satisfy himself.

But now, to enchant yourself, you have to be as professional as possible, after all, it is easy to kill people.

The next moment, he placed the book in his hand on the enchantment table and floated up.

Instantly, strands of text symbols were drawn from the book, and combined with magic power, a purple light was slowly generated.

Puff.

Bang!

Dumbledore in the principal's office was shocked when he heard the loud noise.

"Madam White Dress, do you know what happened?" He asked a portrait who came to the principal's office as a guest.

"I'll go ask." Madam White Dress left the portrait and came back soon.

"There was an explosion in the Alchemy Office, and Professor Kesenhis disappeared."

Dumbledore's originally calm face suddenly stiffened.

"I hope he is fine..."

He stood up, thought about it, and appeared in the Alchemy Office.

At this moment, the office was blown to pieces by the terrifying explosion, and Kesen...

Kesen appeared in every corner of the office.

It's not some advanced clone technique, it's just that his teleportation speed is too fast.

"Dumbledore, help me, I can't stop."

Dumbledore took out the old wand and nodded, and Kaisen, who couldn't control the teleportation, finally stopped, or was pulled by a more powerful space.

Every time he teleported out, he would be moved back by a more powerful and weird space force.

"My drop Merlin... It seems that I should redecorate this office." After Kaisen returned to normal, he patted his chest with some fear.

"Before that, do you mind letting me know what you are doing?" Dumbledore found a relatively... intact stool and sat down and said.

"Look at this thing." Kaisen threw the Ender Pearl directly to Dumbledore.

"This thing is an alchemical creation, what's its use?"

"Smash it."

Dumbledore nodded and threw it directly to the ground.

With a buzz, Kaisen appeared directly at the place where the Ender Pearl was broken.

"Oh...what a wonderful alchemy, really." Dumbledore praised.

"But you still didn't tell me why you blew this place into a wasteland."

Kaysen's expression suddenly became constipated. After thinking about it, he took out the booklet on alchemy of flesh and blood that he had copied from [Forbidden Alchemy].

Dumbledore flipped through it and said, "You should have called me, because this is really very dangerous."

"I have experimented many times, and the success rate has reached a very considerable level."

"How much?"

"As high as 24%, which is a probability of 24%."

Dumbledore was a little helpless: "I sincerely hope that you will cherish your own life as much as you cherish the life of the little wizard."

Kaysen shrugged: "Relax, just think of me as a joke, the real probability is definitely not as low as I said, relax."

"I hope so, can I release your ban now?" Dumbledore sighed.

"Almost, I think I can control myself."

Dumbledore took out his wand and clicked it. The next moment, Kaisen felt that he had never been so free before. With just a thought, he appeared behind Dumbledore.

"Not bad." He exclaimed.

"Hmm, quite good."

From that day on, Kaisen's life seemed to be in simple mode.

Not to mention other things, the commuting time that he hated the most was shortened to one or two seconds, because at the beginning he could easily teleport to the potion classroom downstairs from the alchemy classroom.

It was very embarrassing.

But it was not important, because Mrs. Hooch, the professor of flying class, was sitting on the sofa in the corner of his office, and there was a huge suitcase in front of her.

"I'm glad you opened the door for me. This saved me the trouble of taking a few guys back to their factory workshop."

Kaysen nodded: "Of course I will open the door for you, but this is... uh, what is this?"

"A full set of Quidditch balls, a Quaffle, two Bludgers, and a Golden Snitch. This year's Quidditch Cup is about to start. I have to take advantage of the game to put these balls in order before the game, so I came to you." Madam Hooch said with a smile.

"Of course, but to be honest, don't have too high expectations on me. I haven't touched this thing before."

Kaysen took the suitcase containing four balls and opened it with a click. The Golden Snitch was about to flap its wings and fly away, but fortunately it was tightly imprisoned in the box.

"This little guy is really energetic."

He knocked with his left hand and touched with his right hand. Finally, he asked: "Mrs. Hooch, should all Quidditch balls have magic to prevent evil spells?"

"Of course, for example, the Bludger, you have seen how big it is. If it doesn't follow the rules of Quidditch and rams into a person, it is really easy to kill the player." Mrs. Hooch responded.

"Is that so? I'm sorry, Mrs. Hooch. You should protect this group of balls well in the future. Their defensive magic has been wiped out." Kaisen held a huge Bludger firmly with both hands and walked towards the enchantment table not far away.

In less than a minute, all four balls were blessed.

"Thank you so much, Professor Kaysen, otherwise these balls might really be in big trouble." Madam Hooch thanked while carrying a huge suitcase.

"Madam Hooch, you misunderstood. It's not that there might be a big mess, it's that there will definitely be a big mess."