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

"Don't bury it yet. This is what I read in a book. Add water to the soil to turn it into mud, so it will be buried more firmly."

"Don't be idle, put down his wand first."

"How are we going to bury him later?"

"What do you mean?"

"Head down or feet down?"

"You don't know this? Of course it's head down."

When Lockhart heard this cold language, his eyes widened in confusion.

"I don't think this is necessary?"

"Jordan, where are your socks? Stuff them in his mouth."

"Packed."

....................

The first day of school, Hogwarts.

"To be honest, he was able to dig himself out of the mud. To be honest, he was...hardworking enough." Kaisen, standing at the French window in the office, looked at Dumbledore and complained.

"I'm very grateful that you can understand me."

"I'm the same as Severus now. I've already given up. A hypocritical clown is better than Quirrell last semester. So, Dumbledore, you've made a lot of progress this year." Kaysen said half-jokingly.

"Yes, and it's only a year. You probably won't see him next year." Dumbledore nodded and said in agreement.

"Is it because of that curse? The curse against the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"Well, the curse will not disappear unless the person who casts the curse dies... Of course, this problem is not all serious. The most serious thing is that apart from Lockhart, no one else came to apply... Actually, I originally wanted Lupin to come, but he had to go back to clean up his broken life."

"What I'm more curious about is that this guy actually dared to apply?"

"He had already signed a magic contract before you buried him in the ground. It's too late to regret it."

Kaysen nodded and moved towards Dumbledore calmly.

"By the way, Dumbledore, do you remember what you promised me before the holiday?"

"............Let me think...I've hung my washed woolen socks on the windowsill. Don't let outsiders see them. It's embarrassing." Dumbledore murmured and was about to leave the alchemy office, and then he was caught up by Kaisen in two or three steps.

"Lockhart is not going to your office for an interview, what's the big deal."

"...Didn't I give you the Philosopher's Stone?"

"Well, one thing is another. The Philosopher's Stone is one thing, and the salary of a poor professor is another. The two cannot be confused." Kaisen said seriously.

"Okay, come to my office with me and we'll sign a new contract."

In the evening, Kaisen sat comfortably in the chair that belonged to him. After his argument, he successfully won a very considerable amount of salary.

At the same time, in the corner on the other side of the professor's seat, Lockhart ate the food on the plate dryly.

If he accepted Dumbledore's recruitment and became the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, he was still very happy.

Not only could he gain favor among the young wizards, but he could also increase the sales of his books, allowing him to attract a lot of fans.

But since he was dragged out of Flourish and Blotts Bookstore in Diagon Alley by a bunch of young wizards and buried headfirst in the soil, with only a pipe left for him to vent his anger, he regretted it.

He could already foresee how dark his professorial career would be in the next year.

And that Kaisen who signaled the young wizards to drag him away, waved his hand and a bunch of young wizards rushed over, he didn't look like a serious professor at all.

More like a dark and evil force, how good can Hogwarts be with a professor like him?

Pure military management.

Kaisen listened to the strange sound of a knife scratching a plate, looked towards the source, and then he began to secretly plan how to let Lockhart have a hearty and exciting wizard duel with him.

Anyway, it's not like there's no substitute professor for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and Snape is happy to accept the job.

Then he saw two small figures always showing their presence in the corner of his vision.

He looked around in a pretentious manner, making sure that no other professors noticed him, and then he slowly left the seat and followed the two small figures out of the hall.

"What happened?"

"Harry and Ron are missing." Hermione said anxiously.

"I think we should tell Dumbledore, the disappearance of a little wizard is not a trivial matter." Kaisen said subconsciously.

"But professor, will they be expelled?" Neville asked.

"...Now it's not a question of whether they will be expelled or not. Now you have to go find Dumbledore because there is a damn UFO flying towards Hogwarts...Muggles attacking?"

Kaysen looked up and looked at the unknown flying object through his monocle.

[Mechanical] [Magic]

"Oh...It's not Muggles attacking, it's an alchemical creation from the magic world, maybe some naughty little wizard...naughty little wizard!" He suddenly found Huadian halfway through his speech, and looked at the two figures sitting in the driver's seat with a confused face.

"Hermione, I'm sorry to tell you that this year's Gryffindor will start with a negative score." After saying this, Kaisen teleported away and appeared next to a dilapidated wooden house.

The magic wand pointed at the alchemical car that was swooping down from the sky like a ghost-like death squad. Almost in an instant, he created a whole Pansi Cave from midair to the ground.

The car hit the dense spider web, and the kinetic energy was absorbed. The car slowly fell down with Newton's sincere wish.

In short, it was very face-saving.

Kaisen waved his magic wand, and the dense spider web disappeared directly, and then he finally saw the two expected figures in the car.

Harry climbed out of the car, looked up at Kaisen and smiled, saying, "Very handsome professor with glasses, I wanted to tell you about it last time at Flourish and Blotts, but there were too many people that time."

Kaysen nodded, "Yes, I know this very well, so you don't need to tell me. Now please explain to me why you and Ron are driving a magic car?"

"If the nonsense you made up is logical, and your solution is reasonable enough to make me happy..."

"You won't deduct points?"

"I can consider deducting 100 points less, but who told you to have two people?"

"Platform nine and three quarters is closed, so Harry and I have no choice..."

"How about professor...you deduct it directly?"

Hermione: ???