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

"............" Kaysen said nothing, just kept silent, and the air in the corridor became quiet.

Somehow, Draco felt a strange pressure and swallowed hard.

"Uh... What does mudblood mean?" Harry and Hermione looked at each other. Although they both knew that this was not a good word, they still couldn't understand the jargon that belonged to wizards.

"In short, it is aimed at wizards of Muggle origin, those very, very vicious words." Ron explained.

This explanation not only made it clear to Harry and Hermione, but Kaysen also understood it. It sounded like a personal attack plus blood discrimination... Well, he couldn't solve it himself.

Because although he knew that this word was not a good word, he still didn't understand the severity of it, whether he should be deducted points, or confined, or should he be dragged out and humanely destroyed.

He couldn't grasp the degree of these, so he could only ask for help from those old wizards.

Although Snape and Professor McGonagall were not all too old.

"I'm going to call Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape over now. Do you have any objections?"

Draco shrank his neck in fear when he heard Snape's name, but he still didn't say anything and started to cold-bloodedly treat everyone.

The four little wizards from Gryffindor stared at Draco with vicious eyes, and they didn't object.

"You go to my office first, I'll call Professor McGonagall and the others." After saying that, Kaysen disappeared directly from the spot, leaving only wisps of purple light.

"Isn't it possible to Apparate in Hogwarts?" Draco said a little confused when he saw Kaysen suddenly disappear.

"Hmph, don't ask if you shouldn't ask." Neville said coldly.

Soon, the sleepy Professor McGonagall and Snape, who was brewing potions in the office, were called over by Kaysen from their respective offices, and the three of them walked into the alchemy office.

The five little wizards stood in two groups on both sides of the coffee table.

"Can you tell me what happened now?" Snape asked.

"Now that the deans of your colleges have arrived, tell us what happened."

Ron looked at Professor McGonagall first: "In the evening, we came back from Hagrid's hut with Professor Kaysen. On the way, Malfoy and Hermione kept arguing, and then Malfoy suddenly said mudblood to Hermione!"

The moment Ron uttered the word mudblood, Kaysen felt that the office was somehow several degrees colder. He had to slowly move to the side of the fireplace and pressed a skull on it. A blazing fire instantly burned in the fireplace.

Before Professor McGonagall, who was livid, could start to attack, Snape looked at Draco with a gloomy look: "Draco... Malfoy... is that so?"

Draco swallowed his saliva and avoided looking into Snape's eyes.

Looking at Malfoy's look, Snape also understood and immediately said: "Because of Draco Malfoy, Slytherin will be deducted 20 points........."

"He needs another detention to learn his lesson." Professor McGonagall added.

"I don't have time during this period, do you?" Snape said.

The two looked at each other and suddenly looked at Kaisen who was sitting on the sofa fiddling with a quill.

"......... I don't have anything to do. How long will he be in confinement?"

"One week... plus labor after class." Snape said calmly.

"............. OK, then it starts from tomorrow." Kaisen nodded.

Soon, after sending the last person out of the office, Kaisen did not lock the door and go back to bed to sleep, but visited the library late at night.

Because of Snape's extra points, it can be said that the scores of the four major colleges are a bit inflated, so 20 points, to be honest, can't tell whether it is serious or not.

Poor Professor Kaisen had to go to the library late at night to check the information to see what kind of method would be used for Draco's confinement tomorrow, such as... severe or not?

An hour later, Kaisen returned to the office and put a cubic meter of red stone in the corner, and took out a small file.

He had already made up his mind. Tomorrow, Draco would not go back unless he rubbed the whole piece of red stone into red stone powder.

The next day, evening.

"Professor Kaysen, are you kidding?" Draco held a small file in his hand that was not much thicker than his finger, looked at the red stone in front of him that looked heavier than him, and looked at Kaysen in a daze.

"That's right, Mr. Malfoy, why else would you come to detention? You should know that detention is not comfortable."

Draco squatted down resignedly and started rubbing with the file.

"......... Professor, is this the red stone?"

"You still know red stone? You are only in the first grade."

"This thing is very famous in the castle, and those fifth graders show off everywhere." Draco complained.

"Hmm."

"Professor, do you usually use this redstone to make alchemical creations?"

"And its powder can be used as a magic circuit, which is different from the magic pattern circuit."

"What's the difference?"

Kaysen knocked on the table: "You are here for detention, not for class."

"Okay." Draco lowered his head dejectedly. After a minute or two, Kaisen's voice came again.

"Generally speaking, the magic power contained in the magic pattern circuit will become magic after the magic pattern is run, but this can be replaced by the enchantment table. You should know the enchantment table."

"Yes, I know."

"And the redstone circuit is the counterpart of the magic circuit, like a switch, used to activate the magic pattern circuit."

Draco nodded: "Then what is the difference between this thing and the magic circuit."

"Faster, stronger and harder."

"Ah?"

"Keep grinding."

Kaysen sat in his seat and read a book, and did not forget to say: "Please hurry, Mr. Malfoy, your confinement is based on redstone blocks. If you only grind this redstone block in seven days, do you know what this means?"

Draco suddenly felt a chill on his back for some reason.

"This means you still have six redstone blocks of the same size to grind." Kaisen said to himself without waiting for Draco to answer.

"Oh my god.............Professor, you wouldn't be so cruel, would you?"

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

"You wouldn't be so cruel, would you?" Draco's movements of filing the red stone with the file involuntarily became faster.