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

After renovating or rebuilding Hagrid's cabin, Kaisen once again returned to Xianyu's life.

The praise I had given Neville at Longbottom Manor... was actually not a boast. I had indeed helped Hagrid expand the house and wrapped gifts for his students.

He did return gifts to his friends in the Muggle world, so theoretically he did not deceive him.

Well, no problem.

The Christmas vacation passed quickly, and even Kaison hadn't had a good rest yet, although he rested four days out of seven days a week...

In short, the little wizards returned to Hogwarts on the whining little train, while Kayson sat in Professor McGonagall's office.

At this time, Professor McGonagall was holding a form in his hand. It was Kaison who wanted to take the fourth-grade wizards to apply for school leave from the European Alchemy Exchange Association.

When I applied to leave school in seventh grade, Professor McGonagall approved it almost instantly, but when it came to fourth grade, Professor McGonagall looked at the form and then at Kaysen.

He looked at the form and then at Kaisen.

"Actually, there is no need for you to hand over your results to these little wizards and let them take away the honor that belongs to you in vain. There is no need for you to go to this extent. You are just a professor, not their father. These are all It’s not your responsibility.”

Kaison looked at Professor McGonagall with a strange look.

Because Professor McGonagall looked at him with an equally weird look. He couldn't put it into words, but he just felt that there was something, um...

Feeling distressed, or...well...helpless, but also a little bit relieved.

Kaison didn't know what strange thing Professor McGonagall had in mind. He only knew that the form in front of him must be successfully approved by Professor McGonagall today.

Then he informed them of this important news today, and tomorrow he will personally instruct the young wizards on how to dress. After all, they are not seventh graders, and fourth graders are still immature little cubs in his eyes.

There are even quite a few who are still at the level of playing with mud and drawing stick figures on parchment.

Let them dress themselves up, not to mention making themselves an elegant gentleman.

He was afraid that their collars still had pumpkin juice accidentally smeared on them during the morning meal.

This is all very possible.

"I still don't agree with your approach. I know you want to add a highlight to their resume, but after all, it is forcing you to take advantage of it. It is not their own achievement. In other words, it is unfair to you. That's not fair," Professor McGonagall said at last.

"I think it's okay. I gave the finished product to them and asked them to write it into a paper based on the analysis principles of the finished product. This can be regarded as doing me a favor, not taking advantage of me. After all, I am really too lazy to write those papers. "Kaisen shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently.

Professor McGonagall nodded: "I really hope you were taught by me."

And signed his name on the form handed over by Kaisen.

"I will take this sentence as your compliment to me." Kaysen picked up the form and left Professor McGonagall's office very excitedly, walking non-stop towards his alchemy classroom.

After arriving in the classroom, he walked onto the podium and saw the lifeless little wizards under the podium.

"Hmm...it's a weird atmosphere. Can anyone tell me what happened?"

Cedric, the fourth-grade alchemy class representative he appointed, took out a copy of the Daily Prophet from his pocket.

He then placed it on the podium in full view of the class of little wizards.

"What's the matter?" Kaison picked up the newspaper and read it, but he was suddenly disappointed.

"I thought they could give me some new work, but this is it?"

Kaysen pointed at the news in the newspaper and complained. The information in it was easy to understand. It simply said that the old and foolish Dumbledore forced the new alchemy professor to lose face to his Hogwarts students. Divide the results and give them to the little wizards.

Normally, this kind of thing would involve the unscrupulous professor turning into an academic thief and stealing the students' achievements. But this time it was really reversed. The unscrupulous principal and the students stole the poor professor's achievements together.

"You..." Kaison looked at the little wizards in the audience: "Seriously, what do you think this newspaper is... uh, what is its use?"

"Anyone with a discerning eye can see that it is not about me, not you, but the criticism of Dumbledore by someone with a heart. I can understand that Gryffindor and Hufflepuff can't see it, but Ravenclaw and St. Leitlin, why do you look like you agree with the bullshit in this newspaper?”

When the little Slytherin wizards and Ravenclaw wizards in the audience heard what Kayson said about them, out of some strange mood, they puffed up their chests proudly at the same time.

Kaisen looked at the podium in a daze. Why did the students he taught have a strange, uneducated sense of beauty?

The little wizards under the podium also reacted, and their chests were no longer proud.

"Okay, this is all a matter between Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic. There is no need for me to argue. There is no class today. I called you here mainly to send a notice. Your previous paper on the enchantment table has passed the review of European Alchemy. Tonight Please clean up yourselves and come to me for review tomorrow wearing the robes you selected."

"We'll set off directly this weekend, okay?"

The little wizards all shook their heads simultaneously.

"No problem, let's go. I won't take up your spare time." Kaisen left the classroom directly after saying that, not caring about the little wizard in the classroom. At this time, he had more important things to do.

On the way back to the office, Kaisen ran into Dumbledore by the way.

"........." Stare......

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Dumbledore tilted his head and asked with some confusion.

"Didn't that unscrupulous reporter spread rumors about you? Why are you still wandering around here slowly?" Kaisen asked.

"Oh, how does that sentence go? There are always gossips all day long, but I don't have so much energy to care about those trivial things that are harmless."

"You are so generous?"

"What else?"

".................." Stare.....

"Oh...well, after all, I am a famous wizard for a long time, and a small move can affect the whole body, so when encountering such things, I can only swallow my teeth and swallow my stomach." Dumbledore said frankly.

"Oh... How pitiful."

The old white-bearded gangster smiled and gently pressed Kaisen's shoulder.

"I was waiting for you to say that."