"Hmm… yes, Hufflepuff did the best today, especially Cedric. He earned forty-seven points for Hufflepuff, which is excellent."
A week later, in Kaisen's first class after recovering, he generously used various reasons, starting with Cedric, to award points to Hufflepuff. By the time class ended, Hufflepuff had gained a full forty-seven points.
It could be said that this was definitely a huge score.
And all of this was well-deserved by Cedric, hmm… indeed well-deserved.
After finishing the last class of the day, Kaisen walked back to his office with a light step, openly and directly.
He no longer had to worry about the Little Wizards suddenly appearing and looking at his thin trousers with a 'motherly' gaze.
Because wearing long johns was truly uncomfortable.
Upon returning to his office, a package on the windowsill caught his attention.
"It can't be a Christmas gift at this time…" Kaisen scrutinized the package with an investigative gaze. Soon, he made the same choice as Rita Skeeter.
He built a sealed, blast-proof space with obsidian, then manipulated tiny blocks inside the blast-proof space to unwrap the package.
Then, he pressed his ear against the obsidian, and only after confirming there was no sound of an explosion or Dark Arts aura did he feel relieved enough to retract all the obsidian.
The package was opened, revealing a redstone doll in a running pose, with a golden lightning bolt on its chest that looked like it was ground from a Galleon.
There was also a card inside the package with four names written on it.
Harry, Hermione, Ron, Neville.
"...That's quite touching." Kaisen carefully placed the Flash figurine in a corner of his desk, enchanted it for durability with an Enchanting Table, and then covered it with a glass dome.
"Perfect!"
Knock knock knock...
Just as he was leaning back in his office chair, admiring the figurine, there was a knock on the office door.
"Come in."
"Professor Kaisen, this is a letter for you, from the owlery." A Ravenclaw fifth-year student walked in holding an envelope.
"Thank you, James. How have you been recently?"
James placed the envelope on the desk: "I heard you've recovered. I'll be doing well once you start teaching us again."
"And now?"
"Now, of course, I can't say it's bad, but Professor Dumbledore… we always feel a bit constrained… Of course, I'm not saying Professor Dumbledore doesn't teach well, it's just not as… interesting."
"Of course. What does Dumbledore know about Alchemy?" Kaisen nodded. He now looked exactly like a Little Wizards who had grown accustomed to being criticized by his teacher.
A Little Wizards being criticized for the first time would be timid and dare not even look at the person.
A Little Wizards being criticized for the fifth time would be getting the hang of it, thinking it's best not to be criticized, but it's fine if he is.
A Little Wizards being criticized for the tenth time would have completely let himself go, even starting to enjoy the spotlight-like gaze.
Just like Kaisen, he could now shamelessly say, "What does Dumbledore know about Alchemy?"
He completely lacked the fear of a new recruit that he had when he first entered the magic world.
"I won't let Dumbledore know you said that, don't worry, Professor." James said with a smile.
"Actually, it's fine if he knows."
"Then can I say it?"
"Preferably not."
"Understood, Professor." James smiled and nodded, then left the office, closing the door behind him.
Kaisen looked at the envelope. It was from the European Alchemical Exchange Association. He tore open the envelope, pulled out the letter, and read it. It was essentially an invitation from the Association for him to give a lecture on the Enchanting Table in France.
As for why France… anyway, Nicolas Flamel would also be attending, according to the letter, but he didn't like to be too far from home.
The time: this Saturday, 7 PM, at the Ministry of Magic Great Hall in France.
"...emmm…"
Kaisen fell into a rare silence, not pondering whether to go, but rather looking at his wardrobe…
He was thinking about what formal attire he should wear for this bragging session.
He rummaged through his wardrobe from inside to out, but the clothes inside were either ones he had worn before or were just casual wear.
"..."
".....Dumbledore! How tall are you?" Kaisen pushed open Dumbledore's office door and asked.
"Five feet eleven inches, which is about one meter eighty. Why?" Dumbledore asked curiously.
"Stand up so I can see?"
Dumbledore put down his coffee cup and stood up.
"Is something wrong?"
"The European Alchemical Exchange Association invited me to France to brag, no, to give a lecture, but I need a new robe now… The old ones have all been worn, so I came to see if you have any formal robes I could borrow." Kaisen said.
"Why don't you go to a proper tailor, or go to Severus?"
"Not enough time… well, not enough money. I'm warning you, Dumbledore, I asked Severus how much the previous Alchemy Professor's salary was, and I advise you to quickly give me back all those lovely Galleons when the next semester starts!"
Dumbledore awkwardly changed the subject: "I meant borrowing clothes from Severus, and can't you do Alchemy yourself?"
"I have no interest in collapsing the fragile financial system of the magic world, and if I did that, I would definitely be severely scolded by my fellow Alchemist Association members…"
"And Severus, I asked him, he's six centimeters taller than me… Damn those six centimeters, he definitely wears shoe lifts!" Kaisen complained in a low voice, directly pulling Dumbledore up, making him stand straight. Then he stood behind Dumbledore, both of them standing back to back, with straight backs.
"I think it's about right, what do you think?"
"Forget it, come with me. I remember I just ordered a set in the autumn that I haven't worn yet. It's ready-made, not custom, but you can try it."
And then...
"Dumbledore… why do all your clothes… glow?"
Kaisen wasn't talking about some magical glow produced after enchanting, but rather a pure glow emanating from the material itself.
All sorts of intricate patterns, inlaid gems, gold threads hidden in the embroidery…
"Are you a Niffler?"
"...Do you think it's not good-looking?"
"..." Kaisen said nothing, just slowly walked out of the Headmaster's office.
"Don't want the formal robe anymore?"
"I think occasionally refining a little gold isn't entirely unreasonable…" He stopped mid-sentence when he noticed a small bag on Dumbledore's desk…
He slowly opened the bag and took a look.
"Cough, cough, taking this, okay?"
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