[Dear Mr. Kaisen...]
A second later, he made a decision. The flame cube appeared in his hand and burned the letter to ashes, because in that second he had already understood what the letter was about.
It's nothing more than a vault GG, asking you to go to Gringotts to open a vault.
But it's of no use to him, really.
After reading the private letter, he walked out of the office and headed towards the professor's lounge.
First of all, it is lively here. It is really boring to stay alone in the office.
Secondly, there are cookies baked by Mrs. Sprout in the professor's lounge. They are rich in milk flavor and sweet but not greasy. After eating one, you will want to eat a second one.
The moment he walked into the lounge, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick, who were chatting, saw Kaisen and quickly asked him to sit over.
"You stole the show in the first class. Minerva and I didn't do well in our class. They kept asking us whether Charms and Transfiguration could create gold." Professor Flitwick pushed the cookie in front of him towards Kaisen.
Kaisen picked up a cookie and started showing off. "I'm sorry if this has disturbed your class, but honestly, I'm very proud. I never thought my first class would be so peaceful. My alchemy isn't orthodox; it's even more unconventional."
"But your first lesson was still very good. The best thing was to arouse their interest in alchemy. Studying a subject that you have no interest in is as painful as marrying someone you don't love, so you are definitely top-notch in arousing interest." Professor Flitwick comforted him.
"Yes, I have a fourth grade class tomorrow, and I have to teach them real knowledge instead of just using gold to teach a lesson." Kaisen nodded.
"This is the disadvantage of not preparing lesson plans," Professor McGonagall added.
"OK, I will never do it again, I promise, Professor."
"That's best."
The three chatted for a while, and soon a strange smell drifted into their nostrils.
Like garlic? Well, it's garlic.
Professor Quirrell, the ancient Greek god of garlic, is here.
In an instant, Professor McGonagall suddenly remembered that she still had students' homework to mark, and Professor Flitwick finally remembered that he had to make up the lesson plans, and Professor McGonagall was urging him to do it.
Kaisen, like a poor little thing, sat there, neither knowing whether to leave nor stay, shivering in the garlic wind.
"Professor...Kaysen, um, I'm glad that you, you, saw that I didn't run away." Quirrell sat down and said a little embarrassedly.
"Why should I run? And sometimes I eat garlic, like when I eat barbecue." Kaisen said with a stiff upper lip.
"Thank you...thank you for being able to understand me." Quirrell said happily.
"It's okay. Everyone is an individual. They don't need the understanding of others to be complete. A person can also be a good person." Kaisen explained.
[Favorability from Qiluo +10]
Quirrell nodded. "Yeah... Exactly. That's right. Right, that's right. I came here to find you. I have something to ask you."
"I heard that you can transform gold. I want to see how you do it."
Although Kaisen couldn't understand why Quirrell was curious about this matter, he didn't delve into it.
He has no right to care about why others are curious, after all, it is their personal privacy.
He simply picked up a feather pen scattered on the coffee table and pinched it with his hand. Countless tiny gold cubes on the microscopic level penetrated into every aspect of the feather pen, like a cuckoo occupying a magpie's nest, squeezing out the indigenous fibers inside and letting them dissipate into the air.
Only the gold remained, forming a golden quill.
From this perspective, the so-called conversion should be said to be substitution.
Although it is not appropriate, the meaning is closer than conversion.
Quirrell watched the entire scene and was extremely surprised.
He picked up the golden feather pen with trembling hands.
"It's really...it's really amazing. How...how is this done?"
"You didn't...you didn't use magic, the Philosopher's Stone? This isn't mercury either?"
Kaisen shrugged: "Maybe it's talent."
[Appreciation from Voldemort +10]
Kaisen, who was originally resisting the smell of garlic while enjoying Professor Quirrell's praise, suddenly stiffened.
He must have seen it right, what did he see?
.....Voldemort?
If he remembered correctly, this Voldemort seemed to be the big boss, and this big boss expressed his appreciation for him.
"Emm..."
He raised his head and looked around. Not all the professors at Hogwarts were as leisurely as he was at this moment.
The professors of required courses are all very busy, and most of the professors of elective courses also have their own things to do and their own magic experiments.
There are only a few people like Kaisen who come to the lounge to chat for no reason.
Therefore, in the huge professors' lounge, there were only himself and Professor Quirrell at this moment.
"......." Kaisen swallowed silently and looked at Quirrell who was sitting opposite him playing with the golden feather pen in his hand.
Maybe this wasn't Quirrell, no, that didn't explain it.
Obviously, I also have the favorability from Qi Luo...
After realizing this, he calmly controlled the strands of micro cubes and began to spread them throughout the lounge, scanning the entire lounge.
Well, now we can rule out the possibility that Voldemort is invisible.
In other words, the Quirrell in front of him with thick eyebrows and big eyes has two faces.
Kaisen took a breath and contributed to global warming.
Quirrell finally spoke up, "Professor Kaisen, can you...can you make the Philosopher's Stone? I see that your current alchemy level is no, no lower than that of Nicolas Flamel."
"You overestimate me. I'm just a little bit talented. I can't try to emulate Nicolas Flamel."
"No, don't underestimate yourself. You are younger than him. This is your greatest talent." After Quirrell finished speaking intermittently, he looked at the golden feather pen in his hand.
"I...I can..."
"Of course, take it, I have no objection."
"Thank...thank you, thank you so much, y-you are so generous."
Kaisen watched Quirrell leave the professors' lounge and waited for another five minutes before he breathed a sigh of relief. Then he also left the professors' lounge and went straight to the door of Dumbledore's office.
He looked at the two stone statues in front of him and said, "A pile of cockroaches."