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

Kaysen quickly enchanted the glasses, then placed the Ender Pearl stained with the little wizard's blood into the miniature teleporter, and finally put the replica glasses that Snape had enchanted earlier into the box.

"Next, put the machine at the bedside, in short, it is a safe place. Wear glasses at ordinary times, don't take them off if necessary... Wait, I'll add a binding curse for you. Anyway, this thing is like not wearing it, it doesn't affect taking a bath or sleeping, and it has a built-in cleaning spell so you don't have to wipe the glasses, how convenient."

He quickly added a binding curse and handed it to the little wizard in front of him.

"Then professor, when can I take it off?"

"After we kill the basilisk, next!"

As time passed, Kaisen's movements changed from mechanical to numb, until a familiar person sat down in front of him.

As one of the few wizards who wears glasses, he did not go to Dumbledore to customize glasses, but bit the bullet and gave his glasses, the same as his father's, to Snape.

Snape stiffly cast a double spell on the glasses, and returned them to Harry with a hand that seemed to be able to crush the troll's head with bare hands.

"Well... these glasses are quite old, do you want to change them?"

Although Kaysen was talking to Harry, his eyes fell on Neville who was standing in line several places behind Harry.

Neville noticed this gaze, hesitated for a moment, and then took out the glasses he made for Harry.

Kaysen waved his hand when he saw this.

"This is a gift I made for you, of course it can't compare with what Professor Dumbledore made..." Neville stood beside Harry and whispered a little embarrassedly.

"No... it's very precious, I don't want it to be sacrificed." Harry took the glasses, transformed a delicate glasses case, put the glasses in it, and put it away carefully.

"This..."

Kaysen looked at Neville who was a little hesitant, and said to Harry: "Okay, isn't it good that Neville's handmade gift can save your life?"

"But..." Harry touched the glasses in his pocket, looked at Neville again, and finally took out the glasses, and once again walked towards Snape.

And Neville breathed a sigh of relief, looking back at the position where he had queued before. The little wizards still left a place for him, but thinking that he had wasted a lot of time standing in front of the line, he still walked towards the end of the line.

And Snape rarely personified himself, and his movements were unusually gentle when he copied Harry's new glasses.

And after Harry took back his glasses, he looked back at Neville, who had already lined up at the end of the line. After thinking about it, he patted the shoulder of the little wizard behind him and walked towards the end of the line.

"Wow..." Sitting on the steps of the auditorium, Ron and Hermione, who had already put on glasses, sat side by side, each with a glass of lemonade, and there were two unopened glasses of lemonade under their feet.

"Now I know why Professor Kaysen asked Neville to do alchemy in advance. It turns out that he wanted to make a gift for Harry." Ron said as he gulped down a sip of lemonade.

"We should have it too. What do you think Neville will give me?"

"Maybe something you already have."

"Oh... How about I write a Christmas limited edition card for Neville this year?"

"..... I can't. I can't give Neville anything good. I won't write it. I'm happy with anything Neville gives me."

"Oh my God, you will hurt Neville's heart. Believe me, Neville also wants to know what kind of gift you like. Otherwise, think about it every Christmas Eve, racking your brains to think of gifts is very tiring." Hermione comforted.

"... You are right. Do you think Neville will like a full set of Chocolate Frog cards? That's the only thing I can show off." Ron put the lemonade on the ground and said with his chin supported by his hands.

"Neville is just like you. He will be happy no matter what you give him. Believe me."

"...That would be best."

Time passed quickly. After adjusting the teleportation machine of the last little wizard, Kaysen stretched his body vigorously.

Next came the professors'.

Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick already had glasses, and they quickly adjusted the machine. However, the difference was that the professors' glasses were not cursed with binding. After all, the professors had the most basic self-control ability, and they would not be confused about the simple choice of beauty, comfort and life, which had a greater weight.

After two or three more professors, Professor Sprout, who had finished, turned back again.

"This is Lockhart's. He didn't dare to come to see you, so I asked him to come. There is also his blood." Professor Sprout said helplessly.

"Oh my God, is he a child?" Kaysen adjusted Lockhart's machine speechlessly.

He also added a binding curse to his glasses.

Although Lockhart has no brains, poor magical ability, is vain, greasy, and likes to take away the honors that belong to others, he can still be considered anthropomorphic, and his crime is not punishable by death.

Moreover, Lockhart is much more honest now. He is not so jumpy in class. When he sees Kaisen, he takes a detour. If he can't get around, he will put on a flattering smile on his face.

Well... more anthropomorphic than the time in Diagon Alley.

"Give this to him, and by the way, help him pass a message. I'm not a man-eating devil, so I won't hide from me so much... Although I still have the urge to plant him in a flowerpot and let him be neighbors with the mandrake." Kaisen handed the glasses and the machine to Professor Sprout and said.

"I'll pass the message."

The next one is Filch. Filch's glasses don't seem to be made by Dumbledore, or the professors' glasses are not made by Dumbledore.

Although they are not specialized in alchemy, it is not difficult for them to make a pair of glasses.

And this hand-held thing is a bit difficult for Filch. The glasses he took out and even the legs of the glasses were glued on, and there were white scabs formed by the glue.

Maybe they picked up the glasses discarded by the little wizards somewhere, and they were embarrassed to ask the professors to help repair them, so they clumsily glued them on...

Kaysen looked at the glasses, then looked up at Filch who was a little embarrassed, and fortunately took out a piece of parchment and a feather pen from his body.

"Draw the glasses you like and I'll make you a pair."

Filch picked up the quill with some embarrassment and uttered, "Thank you."

Soon after Filch's teleportation device was completed, Kaysen was finally able to finish his work and return to the office.

He took out the parchment and quill...

"It's time to design a new skin for myself... oh... new glasses."