"Seventy Galleons for an urgent set of robes? Isn't that pure robbery?"
In the Great Hall of the Ministry of Magic in France, Kaisen pointed to the robes shimmering with purple magic on his body and complained to Ollivander, who was standing beside him.
Ollivander just smiled and said nothing.
Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions receives subsidies for selling to Little Wizardss, which is why it's cheap. But at normal prices... seventy Galleons might be a bit steep, but Madam Malkin did work overtime to get them ready.
Charging a bit for overtime isn't a problem.
However, with one side being a lifelong neighbor and the other a rising star in Alchemy, it was hard to say anything, so he simply remained silent.
How does that saying go? Sometimes, keeping quiet is a form of wisdom.
"By the way, have you prepared your speech? This isn't like previous award ceremonies; you can treat today as your classroom, or even a thesis defense." Ollivander added.
"I haven't prepared... To be honest, I haven't even written a thesis. Otherwise, why do you think I was only the supervising Professor for my previous two papers?" Kaisen shrugged.
"...So what you said before was actually true... I thought you were just being modest." Ollivander said, surprised.
"What else? Do you enjoy writing theses?"
"Compiling your knowledge into written words is a fascinating act. You could try writing one, truly, you'll fall in love with the feeling."
"...Alright, I'll give it a try when I have time." Kaisen nodded. Soon, someone walked over, seemingly a staff member from the Ministry of Magic in France.
He led Kaisen to the high platform in the Great Hall, where a podium was placed. Behind the platform was a massive magical holographic projection device, reportedly sponsored by Nicolas Flamel.
"Please begin, Professor Kaisen. I've noticed your students like to call you that." A thin old man with white, shoulder-length disheveled hair, sitting below the stage, said with a smile.
"You are no student, Mr. Flamel." Kaisen quickly waved his hand and summoned a perfectly standard Enchanting Table.
"The basic structure of an Enchanting Table is very simple, and I've received many letters at Hogwarts, all reporting successful replications of the Enchanting Table. So, we won't elaborate on the basic structure of the Enchanting Table here."
"We'll start directly from the enchanting principle of the Enchanting Table. As you know, the enchanting principle of the Enchanting Table is to enchant runes—and not just runes, we can also directly enchant spells onto items, such as a sword enchanted with Incendio. The drawback is that you can't cut butter with that sword because it will quickly melt and then vaporize, and....."
"Does he always tend to go off-topic when he talks?"
"Isn't he a Professor? Professors all have this habit. My Professor in my student days always liked to divert the topic to his colleagues' marriages."
"Are all Professors in the world like this?"
"Perhaps. When I was a Professor back then....."
Stepping down from the podium, Kaisen casually grabbed a glass of wine from the self-service bar to moisten his throat.
Lecturing these Alchemy masters was much more troublesome than lecturing Little Wizardss.
Then he saw a thin figure walking towards him—it was Nicolas Flamel.
Honestly, when Kaisen saw Nicolas Flamel approaching, he didn't even dare to breathe. It wasn't a newbie Wizard's reverence for a master; it was purely because he was afraid he might accidentally breathe too hard and blow the old man away.
"Seriously, have you never thought about crafting a magical wheelchair for yourself or something?"
Nicolas Flamel shook his head: "Of course not. A little secret for an old man to maintain a healthy physique is enough exercise. Of course, the same goes for young people."
Kaisen nodded in agreement, picking up a glass of vodka from the bar for Nicolas Flamel.
"Uh..... of course, not including unhealthy bowel movements..."
"Alright." Kaisen poured the vodka directly into his whiskey glass. Two distilled spirits mixed together, creating a peculiar....
... The taste wasn't great; he probably wouldn't try it a second time in his life.
"Just this morning, Dumbledore sent me a letter recommending such an excellent young man like you." Nicolas Flamel said, trying to find the letter, though he might not have carried it with him, and there was a good chance it was left at home.
"...."
"You're just going to watch?"
"What else?"
"When others see me like this, they'll quickly tell me not to look, perhaps fearing I might strain my old back, or trusting that I wouldn't lie to them about this."
".....It's fine, you can look if you want."
"What I mean is, you should perhaps give me an out, because I didn't bring that letter with me today."
".....You could have said so earlier." Kaisen looked at Nicolas Flamel, a bit speechless.
He wondered how this old man could get along so well with Dumbledore; turns out they're both old rascals.
"But this is all just a brief opening. You can think of it as a way for me to strike up a conversation and ease the awkwardness between us. I came to you with a question: Dumbledore said you don't need the Philosopher's Stone, nor complex Alchemy rituals, to convert anything into gold?" Nicolas Flamel asked, sitting beside Kaisen.
"You could say that." Kaisen felt in his pocket and pulled out a quill.
He took the feather in his hand, and the entire feather slowly began to turn into gold, spreading from where he held it.
Nicolas Flamel took the golden quill, squeezed it, and then bent it.
"It's fortunate I only saw you at this old age. If I had seen you when I was young, before making the Philosopher's Stone, I would have completely given up on myself."
"I thought you would bravely forge ahead, charging forward."
Nicolas Flamel waved his hand: "Don't listen to how Alchemy textbooks describe me. I'm not that magnanimous. In fact, the reason I've gotten to where I am today is, firstly, because my talent is truly excellent, and secondly, because my talent is truly excellent, so I've been accompanied by flowers and praise every day of my journey."
"If it were mud and insults, Nicolas Flamel would have long turned into a pile of yellow earth."
Kaisen raised an eyebrow: "I'll keep that in mind."
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