This time, the four Gryffindor students were very careful to help him tidy up the tea set before leaving, which made Kaisen sigh that the children had grown up.
It wasn't until half an hour had passed that Kaisen, who was correcting homework, finally realized a terrifying thought.
He quickly took out the tea set that had been cleaned by the House-elf.
This scene reminded him of his high school days in his previous life, when a roommate, craving pork in the middle of the night, devoured all his snacks, and when he woke up the next day, the roommate even helped him get hot water for washing.
At that time, he only thought his roommate had grown up and knew how to be filial to his dad, and then he opened the cabinet when he was about to starve to death that night.
At that moment, he only felt like the sky had fallen.
He carefully looked at the tea set....
"Hmm, there aren't any strange nicks or bumps anywhere, maybe the children really have grown up."
He murmured with a sigh of relief and continued correcting homework.
Then the crystal ball on his office desk lit up once more.
"...Then you can't blame me." Kaisen casually put the homework aside and gently tapped the crystal ball.
He always viewed anyone who disturbed him during his work hours with the eyes of an angel.
"Professor Kaisen, latest news!" Professor McGonagall flew on her broomstick to his office desk.
"What is it, Professor McGonagall?"
"Professor Kettleburn plans to retire next semester," Professor McGonagall said.
"Wow, that old man finally decided to retire. But this is also a good thing. Given his style of researching magical creatures, it's better for him to retire sooner, otherwise I'm really afraid he'll die under the claws of some 5X-level magical creature. When it comes to magical creatures, he still doesn't take his safety seriously enough."
Kaisen stroked his chin, feeling a little melancholy, not because he was sad about Professor Kettleburn's retirement. As he said, retiring early was a truly good thing for Professor Kettleburn.
What bothered him now was what kind of retirement gift to give.
"Professor Kettleburn's classes this semester are ending quite strictly, so the farewell party is tomorrow, in the Great Hall. Remember to attend, I haven't seen you eat properly in the Great Hall these past few days," Professor McGonagall reminded him.
"Of course, I won't forget."
Professor McGonagall huffed and puffed as she left on her broomstick, while Kaisen, ever compliant, walked towards his work area. It wasn't that he didn't want to correct homework properly; it was simply that the farewell party was too close and the homework too far.
As for what to do.....
He only felt a voice in the dark telling him... flesh is weak, Alchemy is ascension.
Alright, it was his memories from playing games before that were waking up and attacking him.
He stood in front of the workbench, stroking his chin and pondering for a while, then quickly got to work, making a complete set of prosthetics using redstone circuitry.
Kaisen guaranteed that once this equipment was given out, in one or two years, the magical world might just have a new title like "Kettleburn the Blackhand."
After finishing the gift and putting it into a gift box, he looked at the homework still waiting on his office desk to be corrected...
The next moment, he turned his leg and went straight to the wine cabinet.
Given Dumbledore's nepotistic nature, he could guess who the next Professor of Magical Creatures would be after Professor Kettleburn retired.
"Hagrid! Drink! Quickly! And I have good news!"
Hagrid opened the door with an 'I knew it' smile.
"Quick, Kaisen, this is a cushion I made from Unicorn hair. Professor Kettleburn will definitely love it."
"Probably. Oh, by the way, Hagrid, congratulations! After Professor Kettleburn retires, you'll probably be the Professor of Magical Creatures next year." Kaisen said with a grin.
"Me? Impossible. I can't even use my wand openly now, let alone be a Professor at Hogwarts," Hagrid waved his hand and said.
"Hmm? Oh..... I need to go find Dumbledore. You come quickly too. The real murderer who killed Myrtle has been found and is now in Severus's office. We should quickly call those idiots from the Ministry of Magic over to restore your freedom before that Basilisk's corpse is made into a Potion!"
"I'll go find Dumbledore, you go find Severus. No, I'll go find Severus, I'm faster."
The next moment, Kaisen directly used Ender Teleportation and arrived outside Snape's office door.
Soon after he knocked, Snape opened the door.
"Severus, where's that Basilisk specimen?" Kaisen asked.
"I'm in the process of making the specimen," Snape said.
"It's good that it's still here. This Basilisk is the real murderer who killed Myrtle back then, but we need to have someone from the Ministry of Magic come and confirm that Hogwarts really has such a thing," Kaisen explained.
"Oh...." Snape nodded, "You want to give Hagrid a..... fair deal."
Kaisen scratched his head a bit awkwardly, "I'm troubling you."
Snape was silent for about two seconds: "No trouble. This Basilisk corpse was an unexpected surprise anyway. It's in my office now. You can just have the Ministry of Magic recorder come and see it then."
"Thank you, Severus!" After Kaisen finished speaking, he quickly used Ender Teleportation again and appeared in the Headmaster's office.
It must be said, this was the first time he had seen Hagrid move so quickly; they both arrived almost simultaneously.
"Oh.... Is there something you need?" At this time, only Dumbledore, Kaisen, and Hagrid were in the Headmaster's office. Grindelwald, that old man, was nowhere to be seen.
"I kept forgetting this, the Basilisk was the real murderer who killed Myrtle back then, which means Hagrid was framed."
"And now we've proven the Basilisk's existence, its corpse is currently in Snape's office, so can we now give Hagrid justice?" Kaisen said in one breath.
Dumbledore took out a bookmark, clipped it into the novel he hadn't finished reading, and placed it back on the corner of his office desk.
"We'll go straight to Fudge's office this time, Fawkes." Dumbledore beckoned to Fawkes.
"Uh... isn't this a bit too presumptuous of us? Appearing directly in someone else's office?" Hagrid asked somewhat strangely.
Dumbledore looked oddly at Kaisen, who was standing to the side, looking at the ceiling.
"He's no longer worthy of my respect."
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