After completely renovating, or rather, rebuilding Hagrid's Hut, Kaisen once again returned to his leisurely life.
The promise he made to Neville at Longbottom Manor... well, it wasn't really an empty promise. He did help Hagrid expand his house, and he did package gifts for his students.
He did return favors to his friends in the Muggle world, so theoretically, he didn't deceive him.
Hmm, no problem there.
The Christmas holiday passed quickly, so quickly that Kaisen hadn't even had a good rest, even though he conservatively rested four out of seven days a week...
In any case, the Little Wizards returned to Hogwarts on the choo-choo train, while Kaisen sat in Professor McGonagall's office.
At this moment, Professor McGonagall held a form in her hand, which was Kaisen's application for the fourth-year Little Wizards to leave school to attend the European Alchemical Exchange Association.
When he applied for the seventh-year students to leave school previously, Professor McGonagall approved it almost instantly, but when it came to the fourth-year students, Professor McGonagall looked at the form, then at Kaisen.
She looked at the form, then at Kaisen.
"You really don't need to hand over your achievements to these Little Wizards, letting them unfairly take away your glory. You don't need to go to this extent. You are just a Professor, not their father. These are not your responsibilities."
Kaisen looked at Professor McGonagall with a strange expression.
Because Professor McGonagall's gaze towards him was equally strange; he couldn't describe that look, he just felt it was a bit, uh...
Heartache, or rather... uh... helplessness, and a tiny hint of relief.
Kaisen didn't know what strange things Professor McGonagall was imagining, he only knew that the form in front of him had to be approved by Professor McGonagall today.
Then, he would inform them of this important news today, and tomorrow he would personally guide the Little Wizards on their attire, after all, they weren't seventh-years; the fourth-years were still immature little sprouts in his eyes.
A considerable number of them were even still at the stage of playing with mud and drawing stick figures on parchment.
Letting them dress themselves, not to mention becoming elegant gentlemen.
He was even afraid that their collars might still have pumpkin juice from breakfast accidentally smeared on them.
These were all very possible occurrences.
"I still don't agree with your approach. I know you want to add a significant stroke to their resumes, but that's essentially piggybacking on your success. It's not their own achievement. In other words, it's unfair, unfair to you," Professor McGonagall finally said.
"I think it's fine. I give them the finished product, let them analyze the principles based on the finished product, and write it into a paper. This also counts as helping me, not piggybacking on my success, after all, I'm really too lazy to write those papers myself," Kaisen shrugged, saying with an indifferent expression.
Professor McGonagall nodded: "I really wish you were taught by me."
And she signed her name on the form Kaisen submitted.
"I'll take that as a compliment from you." Kaisen picked up the form and excitedly left Professor McGonagall's office, heading straight for his Alchemy classroom.
Upon arriving at the classroom, he walked onto the rostrum and saw the lifeless Little Wizards beneath it.
"Hmm… a strange atmosphere. Who can tell me what happened?"
Cedric, his specially appointed fourth-year Alchemy class representative, pulled out a copy of The Daily Prophet from his pocket.
Then, he placed it on the rostrum under the gaze of all the Little Wizards in the class.
"What's with all the mystery?" Kaisen picked up the newspaper and looked at it, but then he suddenly felt a bit disappointed.
"I thought they could come up with something new for me, but this is it?"
Kaisen pointed at the news on the newspaper, complaining. The information on it was easy to understand, it was nothing more than saying that the senile Dumbledore, in order to make his Hogwarts students look good when they went out, forced the new Alchemy Professor to share his achievements with the Little Wizards.
Normally, such things should involve unscrupulous Professors turning into academic thieves, stealing students' achievements, but this time it was reversed: the unscrupulous Principal and students together stole the achievements of the poor Professor.
"You guys…" Kaisen looked at the Little Wizards below: "Honestly, do you think this newspaper has any… uh, any use?"
"Anyone with eyes can see that what it's talking about isn't me, it's not you, but rather someone with an agenda attacking Dumbledore. I can understand Gryffindor and Hufflepuff not seeing it, but Ravenclaw and Slytherin, why do your expressions also seem to agree with the nonsense in this newspaper?"
The Slytherin Little Wizards and Ravenclaw Little Wizards below, upon hearing Kaisen say that to them, for some strange reason, simultaneously puffed out their chests proudly.
Kaisen on the rostrum was stunned, wondering why his students all seemed to possess a strange, unintelligent beauty?
And the Little Wizards below the rostrum also reacted, their chests no longer puffed out proudly.
"Alright, this is all Dumbledore's and the Ministry of Magic's business, no need for me to argue. The main reason I called you over today, even though there's no class, is to make an announcement. Your Enchanting Table papers have already passed the European Alchemy review. Tonight, get yourselves ready, and tomorrow, wear the robes you've chosen and come to me for inspection."
"We'll depart directly this weekend, no problem?"
The Little Wizards all shook their heads in unison.
"No problem, then let's go. I won't take up your free time anymore." Kaisen finished speaking and left the classroom directly, not bothering with the Little Wizards in the classroom, as he had more important things to do at that moment.
On his way back to his office, Kaisen happened to run into Dumbledore.
"...…" Stare…
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Dumbledore tilted his head, asking with some confusion.
"Weren't you slandered by that unscrupulous reporter? Why are you still leisurely strolling around here?" Kaisen asked.
"Oh, how does that saying go? Gossip is always there, but if you don't listen, it doesn't exist. I don't have that much energy to bother with such harmless trifles."
"You're that magnanimous?"
"Otherwise?"
"..." Stare…
"Oh… alright, after all, I am a well-known Great Wizard of long standing. One move affects the whole body, so when faced with such matters, I can only swallow it, even if it means losing a tooth," Dumbledore admitted frankly.
"Oh… how pitiful."
The old white-bearded man smiled and gently pressed Kaisen's shoulder.
"I was waiting for you to say that."