Waking up, it was a new day, and Kaisen got out of bed in a daze.
Yesterday, due to four mischievous Gryffindor Little Wizards, the original Alchemy experiment was put on hold.
Well, actually, the word isn't quite... accurate; it should be 'brainless'.
He wondered if Dumbledore had taken the wrong medicine that day, truly allowing Hagrid to use such a large Cerberus as a guardian.
Kaisen, filled with frustration, arrived at the Great Hall, eating the dry breakfast unique to England, and suddenly felt that this was how his life would be.
After breakfast, Kaisen didn't return to his office; instead, he headed straight for the Forbidden Forest, intending to find some test subjects.
After all, he couldn't just impulsively stitch an ender pearl into his own flesh; that wouldn't be an experiment, that would be suicide.
On the way, he met Hagrid, who was leading his pet dog, or perhaps a hound, named Fang.
In any case, he asked with great curiosity,
"What are you doing in the Forbidden Forest?"
"I need to conduct an Alchemy experiment, and I require live experimental materials."
Hagrid instinctively looked up at the sky.
"Experimental materials? Will chickens do?"
"Probably not. We Wizards all have magic, so the experimental subjects also need to have magic." Kaisen shook his head.
"Oh, I don't understand what you're saying... Anyway, I wish you good luck." Hagrid's head felt like it was going to explode listening to all those so-called technical terms.
To lessen the burden on the blood vessels in his brain, he quickly led Fang a little farther away from Kaisen.
"Hey! Why are you running so far? Let me tell you something else!"
Hagrid's footsteps quickened upon hearing that: "No, no, the way you talk is just like... my Professor of Charms in school, it's too scary, too scary."
"Alright, I hope you dream of that Professor every night!" Kaisen sincerely blessed him.
Not far away, Hagrid suddenly stumbled to one side as he walked.
In the afternoon, Kaisen found a large number of magical creatures on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest and caged them separately, a truly fruitful harvest.
As for what specific creatures they were, he didn't actually know.
He simply walked through the Forbidden Forest, and whenever he saw an animal with magic, he would throw an ender pearl to teleport next to it and strike it with a pickaxe.
Of course, for larger magical creatures, he would directly hit them with obsidian; if one hit wasn't enough, he'd use two.
Kaisen, carrying a string of cages, returned to his office under the strange gazes of the passing Little Wizards, neatly stacking them in a corner, and after preparing food and water, he left them alone.
He then summoned an Enchanting Table, inserted an ender pearl into it, and soon, a shimmering purple ender pearl appeared in his hand.
Next, he took out a grindstone and placed the enchanted pearl on it, starting to grind it back and forth.
With each grind, segments of symbols were worn away, including purple enchanting symbols and the ender pearl's original regular symbols, until a shattering sound echoed.
"Ah ah ah ho ho!" [Tom's voice]
"Huh? Your makeup is really exquisite... Is this a real injury? What did you do to get such severe injuries? Why didn't you go to Madam Pomfrey?"
Professor Sprout was walking down the corridor when she was startled by the terrifying howl coming from Kaisen's office, thinking he was in some danger.
After two and a half seconds of thought, she violently broke open the office door and saw Kaisen, whose body was almost entirely covered in injuries.
Normally, Wizards are adept at treating external wounds; as long as they haven't been tainted by Dark Arts, they can be easily healed with a simple spell or dittany.
And for situations like Kaisen's, with large areas of abrasions all over his body—
"Or is this a new fashion among you young people?"
"No, I just haven't had time to go yet; I'm simply researching new Alchemy methods."
Kaisen shook his head and wrote down the symbols that had just been ground off the grindstone onto a piece of parchment nearby.
Now, he just needed to use the Enchanting Table to enchant these symbols onto flesh.
"Anyway, I'm relieved to see you're alright, and here, take this.
If you're too embarrassed to go out and let the Little Wizards see you in such a sorry state, you can apply it yourself." Professor Sprout pulled out a bottle of Dittany Essence from her pocket and placed it on the table.
"Thank you, Professor."
"Mm-hmm, I won't disturb your magic research here."
As soon as Professor Sprout walked out of the room and closed the door, a Tom-like sound came from the office again.
"Ah ah ah ah ho ho ho!"
"These young people nowadays, always so extravagant."
It wasn't until evening that Kaisen, while using a cotton swab to apply Dittany Essence all over himself, looked at the densely packed enchanting symbols on the parchment, feeling that his suffering had not been in vain.
Now he had only one thought:
Sleep.
The next day... evening...
"Tsk tsk tsk..."
Kaisen placed a magical creature that had been enchanted to death into a cauldron nearby, where House-Elves would regularly collect it and take it to the kitchen.
In fact, his experiment was very close to success.
According to the Enchanting Table's enchantment theory, every item has its own enchantment symbols.
Humans have them too.
All he needed to do was fill the gaps in the human body's enchantment symbols with the enchantment symbols belonging to the ender pearl.
However, this final step stumped him; it wasn't that it was difficult, but rather that the magical creatures' enchantment symbols were too dense, making it impossible to find any spaces to intersperse.
"Will I really have to resort to human subjects in the end?"
"I won't die trying this, will I?"
"Will I drop my equipment?"
"Like, will the entire office be instantly filled with a massive number of blocks?"
Well, Kaisen was not a serious person; no matter what he was thinking about, it would be filled with sudden bad jokes appearing in his mind.
Knock knock knock... The door suddenly knocked.
He waved his hand, and the door opened with a creak.
"Professor Kaisen? We've come to apologize."
Kaisen glanced at them, Harry and Neville, just the two of them.
"You don't need to apologize to me; you just need to understand what you did wrong.
Most mistakes can be rectified; just don't make them again in the future." Kaisen said, hands on his hips, letting out a sigh.
"Um... Professor, are you disappointed in me?" Neville suddenly looked up and asked.
"No, I'm not disappointed in any of you."
"Really?"
"Really." Kaisen nodded.
"That's good." Neville breathed a sigh of relief, then pulled a small package from his lower back.
"Professor, I prepared a gift for you earlier; I hope you like it... But I remember I put it here..."