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

"In that case, let them go."

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

He also gave Dumbledore a slowly raised middle finger.

Let them go, it really sounds like Dumbledore's character, let it go, he has no objection to this.

No objection is no objection, but he also has his own little thoughts and plans.

Dumbledore controls the big strategy, I respect his wisdom of more than a hundred years of life, and don't refute.

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

And it can also add stumbling blocks to Quirrell's path of doing evil, why not?

This kind of thing is something that Dumbledore can't stop!

The last time he used physical attacks, he caused devastating damage to Quirrell. Under Madam Pomfrey's healing, it only took a week for Quirrell to be successfully discharged from the hospital.

And this time, he decided to do something fancy.

But unfortunately, not now.

Because now he was busy organizing his seventh-grade students to go to the European Alchemy Exchange Association's dinner party. Their papers on iron golems produced results earlier than the fourth-grade papers on enchantment tables.

All wizards who signed their papers were invited to attend tonight's party, of course, it was an award ceremony for them.

At the Black Lake in the evening, Kaisen was wearing a water-blue wizard robe, which was really shimmering with shimmering magic waves like the water surface.

He was carefully examining the more than ten seventh-grade wizards in front of him, even though they were not small.

"Casley, where is your brooch? There is also a thread on the sleeve. Please pull that thread 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 Prophet's Daily. Please be careful."

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

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

"Mars, leather shoes, look at your leather shoes, dull, is that right?"

"...Collar, Wright, if you feel uncomfortable with your collar like that, you can turn it out directly. Your shirt and jacket can indeed be matched like that. Has no one seen you?"

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

"It's a pity that you are already in the seventh grade. If you were not so pressed for time, I would let you study some more valuable propositions, but you don't have enough time."

"I can only give you a slightly superficial alchemical creation like the Iron Golem as a gift for your seventh grade, and your names signed on this paper may make your future more open."

"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 go to the banquet hall of the Ministry of Magic, where the cutting-edge scholars of alchemy, reporters from the Daily Prophet, and senior officials of 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 voice of this little wizard rarely had a hint of crying.

"Casli, please control your emotions. Do you need to touch up your makeup to give them a good impression later?" Kaisen walked to the witch named Casli and handed her a handkerchief.

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

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

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

"One for each person, everyone, pay attention to your manners. This semester is about to end, and I can no longer give you more things, but fortunately I can still help you at this party, uh... escort, maybe you can say that."

Kasen distributed the door keys one by one, and distributed them to Casli. After the sentimental little witch took the door keys, she suddenly raised her hand and gave Kaisen a hug.

"Okay, okay, I hope this makes you happy." Kaisen patted the little witch on the back to comfort her.

"I will, professor."

Soon, the door keys were handed to everyone one by one. As time reached that mark, all of them, including Kaisen, felt a strange spatial force pulling them.

Brought them to a huge and luxurious conference hall.

Kaisen had previously enchanted himself with the power of the Ender Pearl. In those few minutes, he teleported more times in his office than most people in their entire lives, so when he appeared in the conference hall, he almost instantly recovered his demeanor.

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

Keep the tone, stay elegant.

Luckily, none of them made a fool of themselves, they were all good.

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

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

"Superb photography skills." Kaisen looked at the dynamic photos taken by the reporter, and after confirming that everyone in the photos maintained their demeanor and did not have any small movements such as not opening their eyes, yawning, and being confused, he sincerely stretched out his hand and shook hands with the reporter.

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

"Keep calm, wait and see, and let me conquer them!"

The next day.................

Kaysen looked at the headline of the new issue of the Prophet Daily, and the photo of himself and his students was clearly hung on it.

The words on the headline praised himself and his students in a neat and elegant language.

The words that did not hesitate to praise made Kaisen blush.

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