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

Kayson returned to the office with a piece of parchment written with Snape's needs.

As for his needs, it is nothing more than to make the temperature adjustable and controllable. In short, it is very simple.

It just requires a permanent burning flame, adding a baffle on it, and controlling the temperature of the flame by increasing or decreasing the baffle.

All it takes is an obsidian slab as the base, and a small redstone piston is used to create a flame baffle to control the temperature...

Two hours later...

It's very simple.

Kaysen held the lever and watched the flames in front of him rise and weaken as the lever moved, until there was a click.

...? ? ?

Isn’t this a gas stove?

"......Gan!"

Two days later.

This time Kaisen came up with a high-end thing, a round plate that can be directly attached to the base of the crucible. There is no base, and the magma block is directly used to control the temperature. It looks very high-end.

Not long after arriving at Snape's office via owl express, a 20% satisfaction level appeared.

"Life is not easy."

After couriering the advanced version of the induction cooker, he had to update the iron puppets for Hogwarts. Now he became more and more suspicious that Dumbledore was recruiting him to find a big enemy.

Until evening...

After a busy day, Master Kaison met Mr. Hagrid, who was fully dressed and about to set off.

"Hey! Why are you going?"

Hagrid turned back: "Go pick up Harry Potter! God, I really can't believe it. He's already eleven years old in the blink of an eye. He was just...so old last time I saw him."

As he spoke, Hagrid made a small distance gesture with two fingers.

"Harry Potter? Can I go and see it? Of course, if not, that's okay."

"Don't say that, of course, get in the car and let's go on a motorcycle."

Kaison got on the motorcycle: "Hogwarts also has a service to pick up and drop off young wizards? Or is it because of his fame?"

"Because Hogwarts sent many admission letters to Harry without any reply, Dumbledore asked me to go and see him." Hagrid said and walked into his hut, and soon he was carrying a The cake box came out.

"Today is his birthday. I feel it is necessary to bring this to him. I hope he can keep his stomach and eat my cake."

As he said that, he got on the motorcycle, and with a roar, the whole motorcycle shot straight into the sky, flying towards a small island on the edge of the English coast.

"They live in such a remote place?"

"That's not true. We went to his home on Privet Drive before, but the building was empty. This was tracked using tracking magic... Maybe he was on vacation or something."

"OK."

About halfway through the journey, it suddenly started to rain. Fortunately, one of them was wearing a fur coat, and the other was wearing a tarpaulin cloak and a wizard's robe, so they were not afraid of the rain.

Even so, it was almost eleven o'clock when the two of them landed on the island.

"Now? Won't you disturb their sleep?"

Kaisen asked, looking at the tall tower in front of him that had no light at all.

"Relax Kaison, we will be very gentle and very light. We will only give the cake to Harry and won't wake up anyone else." Hagrid said as he gently touched the weak object with his hand. Wooden door handle.

Peng!

The dilapidated wooden door flipped over and hit the ground heavily.

"Ah...oh, I didn't expect him to be so weak." Hagrid turned around and said with some embarrassment.

"Forget it, this is the cake you brought for Harry. It would be better if you hand it to him personally." Kaison handed the cake to Hagrid and walked directly into the door.

Harry Potter, who was awakened by the loud noise, and the three Dursleys also looked at the two figures at the door.

A frighteningly handsome man with a pale face, maybe cold, and a tall and burly guy behind him?

"Are you guys?"

"Kesen Heath, behind you is Rubeus Hagrid. We are from Hogwarts, and we are here to take Harry Potter away... Well, I'm sorry to wake you up so late at night. Really, it's just This door is too weak.”

"What is Hogwarts?" Mr. Dursley asked even though he already had a guess. At the same time, his hand moved calmly towards the shotgun in the corner.

"Hagrid should be the one to tell you this."

As Kaisen spoke, a flame cube burned directly in his hand, emitting a warm light, making him, a poor man who had been flying in the rain for more than three hours, feel better.

However, this time it frightened the entire Dursley family into a corner, leaving only a thin child wearing glasses. He was wearing very thin clothes and couldn't stop being curious on his face.

Seeing this, Kaisen directly lit the extinguished fireplace beside him: "Let's warm up the fire, you are wearing too little in this weather."

"My name is Harry Potter, are you here to see me?" Harry nodded, sat next to the fireplace, and asked carefully.

"My name is Kesen Heath, yes."

"Then...why, and why can you conjure fire? Is this?"

"Magic, we are wizards and so are you."

"wizard!"

"uh-huh."

"Then do you know my parents?"

"I'm sorry, I can't answer you. Have you seen that big man? He might know."

Compared to the warm fireplace on Kaysen's side, Hagrid on the other side was passionately confronting the Dursleys, including but not limited to making the Dursleys' son grow a pig's tail and violently bending the barrel of a shotgun.

He even took the time to turn around and hand over the cake box he had been holding.

"This is the cake Hagrid made for you... To be honest, we were afraid that you would eat too much and have no stomach to enjoy this cake, but it seems... your life is not very good." Kaysen helped to remove the cake box, and then found that Hagrid forgot to prepare candles.

"Forget it, they are all small sticks on fire, which is enough." He snapped his fingers and a torch that could not be smaller appeared in his hand and was inserted into the cake.

"For me?" Harry looked at the cake in front of him with his own... let's call it his name, and said excitedly.

"Yes... Hagrid may not be well-educated, but this is indeed your name... He should have told me when he made the cake, at least I can help him spell your name correctly." Kaysen touched his chin and complained speechlessly.

Harry couldn't hold it back any longer, so he took a deep breath, and then Kaysen poked him in the face with his finger, causing the air to leak out.

"Hagrid, it's time to blow out the candles." Kaysen shouted to Hagrid who was on the other side.

"Oh, here it comes!" Hagrid abandoned the shivering Dursleys and smiled like he was looking at flowers.

"Blow it."

Whoosh!

The torch was still burning with that brilliant flame, without even a flicker.

...In short... it was very disrespectful.