"Since that's the case, then let them be."
Kaisen left the Headmaster's office, and that was Dumbledore's reply.
In response, he subtly gave Dumbledore a slowly raised middle finger.
"Let them be" certainly sounded like Dumbledore's character, going with the flow, and Kaisen had no objection to that.
No objection was no objection, but he also had his own little scheme, a small plan.
Dumbledore controlled the grand strategy, and Kaisen respected his wisdom of living for over a hundred years, so he wouldn't refute him.
But Dumbledore should also allow Kaisen to make some harmless small moves within a certain scope.
Moreover, it could add stumbling blocks to Quirrell's mischievous path, so why not?
Even Dumbledore couldn't stop this kind of thing!
Last time, a physical attack caused devastating damage to Quirrell, but under Madam Pomfrey's healing, Quirrell was successfully discharged from the hospital in just one week.
This time, Kaisen decided to do something more elaborate.
But unfortunately, not now.
Because right now he was busy organizing his seventh-year students for the European Alchemical Exchange Association's banquet; their thesis on the Iron Golem had yielded results earlier than the fourth-year students' thesis on the Enchanting Table.
All the Wizards who had signed the thesis were invited to tonight's party, which was, of course, an awards ceremony for them.
By the Black Lake in the evening, Kaisen was dressed in a sky-blue Wizard's robe, upon which magic ripples shimmered like the surface of water.
He was meticulously inspecting the dozen or so seventh-year Little Wizardss in front of him, even though they were no longer little.
"Kasili, where's your brooch? And your sleeve, there's a loose thread, please pull that thread off! After this banquet, you'll be taking a group photo with me, and this photo will be published in the next issue of the Alchemy Journal and The Daily Prophet, so please pay attention."
As Kaisen spoke, he handed Kasili a nimble and elegant brooch that had appeared in his hand at some point.
"Ah, yes, Professor!" Kasili quickly pulled off the loose thread and then took the brooch with both hands, pinning it to her chest.
"Mars, your leather shoes, look at them, dull and lifeless, should they be like that?"
"...Your collar, Wright, if you feel uncomfortable with your collar like that, you can just flip it out. Your shirt and jacket can indeed be paired that way, has no one seen you before?"
After adjusting the attire of the many Little Wizardss, he looked at his watch again, then raised his head and continued.
"It's regrettable that you are already in seventh year. If your time wasn't so rushed, I would have you research some more valuable topics, but you don't have enough time."
"I can only offer the somewhat crude Alchemical creation of the Iron Golem as your seventh-year gift, and the names you personally signed on this thesis might make your future more straightforward."
"Because I can only teach you for one year, I can only compensate you in this way. Now, take a deep breath, in one minute, you will be heading to the Ministry of Magic's banquet hall, where leading scholars of Alchemy, reporters from The Daily Prophet, and high-ranking officials from the Ministry of Magic will all be waiting for you."
"Cheer up, ladies and gentlemen, for your own future," Kaisen said in a deep voice.
"We will, Professor." It was unclear which sentimental Wizard, perhaps moved by Kaisen's painstaking efforts for their future, or perhaps complaining about why they only met such a Professor in their seventh year.
In any case, this Little Wizards's voice uncharacteristically carried a hint of a sob.
"Kasili, please control your emotions. Do you need to touch up your makeup to make a good impression later?" Kaisen walked up to the Witch named Kasili and handed her a handkerchief.
Kasili shook her head, wiping away her tears, and discreetly tucked the handkerchief into her pocket.
"...As long as you're happy." Kaisen witnessed this scene and shrugged helplessly.
Soon, the time came, and Kaisen pulled out a pocket, which contained a stack of Portkeys that had been mailed to him early.
"One for each of you, everyone, pay attention to your demeanor. This semester is almost over, and I can't teach you much more, but fortunately, I can still help you with this banquet, um... escort you, perhaps you could say that."
Kaisen distributed the Portkeys one by one. When he reached Kasili, this sentimental Little Witch took the Portkey and then suddenly hugged Kaisen with zero-frame initiation.
"Alright, alright, I hope this makes you happy." Kaisen patted the Little Witch's back to comfort her.
"I will, Professor."
Soon, one by one, the Portkeys were handed to everyone. The moment the time reached that mark, all of them, including Kaisen, felt a strange spatial force pulling them.
It brought them into a vast and luxurious venue.
Kaisen had previously enchanted his body with the power of the ender pearl. In those few short minutes, he had apparated in his office more times than most people do in a lifetime, so after appearing at the venue, he almost instantly regained his composure.
The students who followed him did not have his composure, but they all remembered Kaisen's words.
Maintain your bearing, maintain your elegance.
Fortunately, none of them made a fool of themselves; they all did well.
Soon, Kaisen noticed a few reporters with magic cameras hanging on their chests walking over. He naturally waved to the students standing behind him.
Soon, a neat group photo appeared in one of the reporter's cameras.
"Superb photography skills." Kaisen looked at the dynamic photo taken by the reporter, confirmed that everyone in it maintained their composure, and there were no small movements like not opening their eyes, yawning, or looking groggy. Then, he sincerely extended his hand and shook hands with the reporter.
"Professor, what should we do next?" A student discreetly appeared behind Kaisen's right side and asked in a low voice.
"Be discreet, observe the situation, and watch your teacher subdue them!"
The next day...
Kaisen looked at the headline in the new issue of The Daily Prophet, where a clear photo of him and his students was prominently displayed.
The headline used a formal, elegant language to praise him and the students.
The words, which spared no praise, made Kaisen blush.
"Eh... I'm a little embarrassed."