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

[I’m sorry, I drank too much last night and my logic is not clear. Today I found that Rita Skeeter and Kaisen had no conflict in theory. Kaisen went up and turned into a real brother. That reason was too far-fetched, so I changed it. I changed about 300 words in Chapter 41. You can go back and continue the plot. ]

Kaysen’s mouth twitched: "I shouldn’t have asked you that question. In fact, Dumbledore, you are a very generous person in my heart. You know, you are as tall as Mount Everest and as sweet as the Alps in my mind."

Dumbledore also patted Kaisen’s shoulder affectionately: "That’s it, Kaisen, you are the same. In my heart, you are as warm as the sun, shining selflessly on everything in Hogwarts, caring for students, uniting professors, and... "

"Wait, wait!" Kaisen gestured for a pause with his hand.

"No matter what you say, I won't go..."

"Didn't you want to transform your office into an independent tower?"

"...Do you agree?"

Dumbledore put his hands behind his back and looked at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle.

"If something happens to Rita Skeeter, such as a thug suddenly breaking into her house and beating her up."

"I need her address."

"What address?" Dumbledore started playing dumb at zero frame.

"...Okay." Kaisen rolled his eyes and decided to ask someone else.

Dumbledore showed his unique old sinister smile.

You want to run away after offending the principal? Humph!

Before being bullied online by that reporter for so long, first, you are linked to the whole body, you really can't be real offline.

Second, these professors at Hogwarts and friends outside Hogwarts all know what kind of person he is, and they are too lazy to care about his childish revenge plan?

And now it's not easy for Kaisen, who is powerful and simple-minded, and most importantly, he doesn't understand what kind of person he is, hehehe!

Knock, knock, knock...

"Come in."

".............."

Professor McGonagall looked at Kaisen in confusion until she saw the newspaper in Kaisen's hand.

"You don't need to show up for this kind of thing. Dumbledore has gone to the Ministry of Magic to negotiate with Fudge and Skeeter. I believe there will be results soon."

"What did he negotiate? He was just chatting with me in the corridor."

"Ah? Um...Did he ask me to find Skeeter?"

"No, no, absolutely not."

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

"Well, Dumbledore promised me that he could transform my office into an independent tower." Kaisen confessed.

"................Okay, no one can refuse it."

"How do you want to solve it?"

"Beat her up offline?"

"I know." Professor McGonagall was speechless.

"I need her home address." After saying that, Kaisen looked at Professor McGonagall expectantly, which made her feel uneasy.

But she quickly adjusted her mood and pursed her lips: "Theoretically, I shouldn't do this, and I really don't know where she lives."

"What about in reality?"

"Actually, you can write a letter to Rita Skeeter. These owls are all cast with name magic. When they can't find the recipient's address, the owls will find her home according to the instructions of the name magic."

"Also, this kind of name magic is only available to the public owls in the owl shed."

"Oh, I see."

Kaysen returned to the office and took out a piece of parchment. After thinking for a long time, he wrote [The real you within three seconds] on it, and then took out an ender pearl and set up a small mechanism. As long as the envelope is opened, the ender pearl will break.

"Hehehehehe..."

After sending the public owl to deliver the letter, Kaisen hugged his shoulders and sulked in the office until the evening. He felt that the time was about right and picked up a baseball bat from the corner of the office.

This is the big baby that the Weasley brothers made before. Every time you hit someone, it will explode. Hit it and it explodes. Hit it and it explodes.

I confiscated it because I thought it was dangerous, but I didn't expect to use it today.

Rita Skeeter, on the other side, wrote a short essay in the Daily Prophet for a day, and took out the mailbox when she got home.

However, one of the letters looked a little weird to her. There was a ball-shaped thing inside. After a long silence, she skillfully moved a huge explosion-proof barrel from the corner. It looked more than one person tall, and there was a small piece of explosion-proof glass on it.

She used magic to control the letter and put it in. After tearing open the envelope, Kaisen appeared in the explosion-proof barrel in an instant.

Rita Skeeter walked over with a smile on her face and hugged her shoulders.

She took off her lace gloves and slapped them on the explosion-proof glass of the explosion-proof barrel twice.

"Do you think I wouldn't expect someone to come to my door? With this despicable reverse door key?"

"You think..."

"Do you think I can't get out?" Kaisen, who was standing in the explosion-proof barrel, just knocked lightly on the inner wall of the explosion-proof barrel. With two bangs, a 2×1 hole was knocked out.

He swung the baseball bat in his hand, making a series of snapping sounds.

Bang!

After Kaison's friendly exchange, Rita Skeeter was dragged out of the house with a bruised nose and face. A diamond shovel appeared in Kaison's hand, and she dragged her to a grove not far away and started digging a hole.

Not long after, a 2×1×2 deep pit was dug by Kaisen.

"Dear Ms. Reporter, I believe you will like this new home." Kaysen grabbed Rita Skeeter's robe, threw it in, and then began to fill it with soil.

The soil was extremely loose and breathable, and coupled with the wizard's powerful vitality, she would be able to climb out when she woke up tomorrow morning.

Of course, as long as it doesn't rain, it's fine, but Christmas is over, where can I stop the rain for her? What a joke.

He dusted off his hands and was about to leave Shi Shiran until he returned to Hogwarts and just arrived at Dumbledore's principal's office, intending to tell him that he had successfully made Rita Skeeter real.

Then he saw it suddenly pouring rain outside the window.

"It's the end of December, where does the rain come from in this damn England!" Kaison instantly let out a sharp explosion, and a roar disappeared along with purple spots of light.

After all, that Rita Skeeter could only say a few words of praise in the newspaper. Although she was not a good person, she was really not worthy of death.