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

"Actually, I can do it myself..."

"What to eat?"

"Well...have an orange."

Hermione sat under a small stool, swiftly peeled an orange, broke off a slice and handed it to the mouth of Kaysen lying on the bed, who opened his mouth and ate it with a bit of humiliation.

The office and bedroom were connected, and the door was not closed at this time, so Kaysen could just see what the other little wizards were doing.

For example...Harry, he held a wand in his left hand and a rag in his right hand, cleaning the sanitary conditions of the office with both magic and Muggle.

Neville washed the fruits that were continuously delivered to the door. If fruits like apples and pears were washed, there would be no problem, but this child even washed fruits that needed to be peeled, such as oranges and bananas.

According to him, he was afraid that the surface of the unwashed fruit would contaminate the washed fruit.

Well...it is indeed a very good child...very good.

Ron was busy bringing basket after basket of fruit baskets into the office, and wrote down their names and the cards on the fruit baskets, stacking them together and putting them on the desk.

In the corner, a little wizard with Perkin hair was using hot water to heat the potion in the potion bottle, and using a mercury thermometer to constantly try to determine the temperature within the range of 37.5 degrees Celsius.

"To be honest, I'm not even injured, you really can't be like this." Kaisen was imprisoned on the bed by a magic called [Tough Eyes], and said dryly.

"Professor Snape said..."

"I suspect Severus is taking revenge on the Christmas gift I gave him... But I can see that he did use that thing. Have you noticed his hair?"

Hermione nodded in understanding: "I said that Professor Snape's hair has become much more normal since returning from the Christmas holiday."

"Well, that's my masterpiece. Do you want to learn? I can teach you, as long as you let me stand up and go to the alchemy workbench in the office outside. It's one-on-one. Other little wizards don't have this treatment." Kaisen bewitched like a big bad wolf lying on his grandmother's bed.

"...Well... Although this condition is very tempting, I refuse." Hermione said with difficulty.

"Oh... Don't you have to go to class? Don't tell me you asked for leave to take care of me. I've told you in advance that I will never appreciate your behavior of not going to class."

"The next class is in half an hour."

"Then go quickly. Believe me, I can be steady here by myself. I will never be thrown over my shoulder by slippers when I get out of bed, and then hit my head on the floor and go to see the god of death directly." Kaisen said with a smile on his face.

"Our roommates will help us bring books, don't worry about that, professor."

"Then you should go to the classroom anyway, right?"

"Yes, but that will be in twenty minutes."

"OK..."

Although these twenty minutes are extremely long, it still gives Kaisen a little comfort.

It only takes twenty minutes, just twenty minutes.

Kasen stared at the ceiling with lifeless eyes. When he counted to fifteen minutes and twenty-six seconds, Draco moved his feet quickly and brought a bottle of thirty-eight-nine-degree potion over.

This temperature was calculated by him. Based on the heat conduction of the glass bottle, the specific heat capacity of the liquid, and his speed of movement, the temperature was almost 37.5 degrees when he walked over.

"Put it here, you can go out."

Draco's expression collapsed instantly, but this time he surprisingly did not say any extra trash talk, just put the potion on the bedside table and left.

"I really thank Severus for the eighteenth place in the family tree centered on him. Although he has reduced me to this miserable situation, fortunately, the potion he brewed is still... Why is there a garlic smell? Did he chop up Quirrell and add it?"

Kaysen begged and begged and finally Hermione agreed to let him sit up a little, and stretched out an arm from the quilt to drink the potion himself.

However, the first second after the potion entered his mouth, he was smoked out of the mask of pain by the weird smell.

"The potion in the morning still tastes like orange soda..."

Kaysen lay on the bed with no hope in life. At this time, he felt that the sheets had been printed with a human figure by his sweat, and the quilt still imprisoned him tightly.

At this time, taking a sip of potion that was even warmer than normal temperature, he immediately felt that his life would not need to be that long.

Really.

Fortunately, the time was almost up, and he still didn't believe that Hermione and other first-year kids could research any magic that would make them stay in bed obediently.

Dumbledore couldn't make him stay in bed obediently, so how could they make them stay in bed obediently?

It must be impossible!

Soon, in Kaisen's time perception, twenty minutes were finally calculated, but Hermione and the others did not leave. However, they opened the door of the office, and a group of people lined up in an orderly manner and walked in.

"What's going on?"

Hermione put her hands behind her back and said sternly: "In order to make you, the professor, stay in bed and recover obediently, we specially found some external help."

"...Huh?"

Soon the first little wizard came in, Angelina, a third-year Gryffindor...

This child is a good child, but... no, considering that the Christmas gift she sent was a pair of thick gloves, and she reminded me to wear thick clothes when it was cold, if she stayed, I guess I would have to add two or three more layers of quilts on my body.

For the sake of his own safety, Kaisen shook his head frantically with a terrified face, and Angelina retreated a little disappointed when she saw this.

The next one was the little wizard of Hufflepuff. Although he was in the third grade, he was the fourth-grade alchemy class representative Cedric appointed by me.

This guy is a good guy, the most important thing is that he is upright and flexible, and he is strong and healthy. He understands that I am in a furnace at this time.

Well, actually it's not that, but Cedric is a good kid, and if I talk to him nicely, maybe he can secretly let me know something.

Kaisen smiled with relief: "Cedric, you stay here, you are enough, let them all go, it's better to go out for a walk or sleep in bed when you have time than to stay here."

Cedric nodded and stood in the corner of the bedroom.

Hermione then called the next person in.

"Huh??? What's going on?" Kaisen asked in confusion.

"Professor, with your personality, do you think one person is enough?"