Chapter 15 I want to talk, don’t be afraid (Ch 15)

After walking up the exhausting stairs and reaching the top floor, which was in front of the wooden door of Dumbledore’s office, Kaisen deliberately stopped and took two deep breaths to even out his breathing.

Zi Ao…..[sound of door opening]

“Dumbledore, don’t be afraid of what I am going to say.” Kaisen said as he sat opposite Dumbledore.

“I am the headmaster of Hogwarts. I am not afraid. You say.” Dumbledore put on the glasses he had just wiped clean.

“Qurinus Quirrell, there’s a problem.”

Dumbledore nodded, “Well… you are very perceptive.”

“Of course. When I was in school, my teachers always told me… huh?”

Kaysen suddenly discovered the blind spot.

“I’m very perceptive, which means you already knew there was something wrong with Quirrell, so why did you keep him?”

Dumbledore poured a cup of black tea and pushed it over.

“Remember the day I asked you to help me make a fake Philosopher’s Stone? I want to go fishing and he is the fish.”

“Then do you know Quirrell’s true identity?” Kaisen asked tentatively. He had already made up his mind that as long as Dumbledore said the word “I don’t know” he would start talking.

There would surely be another bloody storm, and Dumbledore nodded: “His name is Tom Riddle, of course his other name is more famous, Voldemort.”

Kaisen leaned back in his chair, feeling a little depressed.

“You know, you know everything, you just don’t know where this place is. This is Hogwarts, and there are little wizards everywhere.”

[Satisfaction from Dumbledore +10]

[Dumbledore’s trust +10]

[Favorability from Dumbledore +10]

“Forgive me, Kaisen, but please trust me, everything is as planned.” Dumbledore said with a gentle look.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, maybe you are very powerful.” Kaisen said earnestly.

After coming to Hogwarts and reading a lot of books, he was no longer the person who thought Dumbledore was just an old man who loved playing with lighters.

He is truly the most powerful wizard in the world.

“But I still don’t think you can keep track of his every move.”

“In fact I can. Every portrait in Hogwarts Castle is my eyeliner, as well as the house elves and professors.”

“Just assume you are.”

“Believe me, since you know about this, Kaisen, would you mind doing me a small favor?”

“uh-huh.”

“Please help Professor Quirrell and the people behind him unconditionally.”

“What?”

“In any aspect, within the limits that your conscience can accept.”

“…I only accept the alchemical aspects that I am able to do.”

“make a deal.”

“Damn the skylight effect. I have another question. Where is Quirinus Quirrell? Just him.”

“In pursuit of power, he took the initiative to accept Tom’s possession. Unfortunately, he didn’t have the right direction. He has become a complete dark wizard.”

“Okay, I’m just asking.” Kaisen curled his lips.

“Don’t think I’m too heartless. Even if a remnant soul had great magical powers when he was alive, he couldn’t control a complete wizard. And Quirrell has come to this point today. It can only be said that it is his own fault.” Dumbledore explained.

“He took the initiative to look for him? I thought it was a secret that such a big evil guy was not dead.”

“Because I never thought he was dead, so sometimes I would talk about it.”

“Okay.” Kaisen nodded and left the principal’s office without much interest.

It’s no wonder he did this. No one would be happy if they knew that their colleague was a heinous criminal.

After returning to his office, he continued to cram on the basics of alchemy.

Although most of the so-called material transformations can be achieved out of thin air, as long as you understand the knowledge and can express it orally, you can teach it to students.

However, some of the magic pattern engraving, energy utilization, etc. are still very useful.

By then, with the help of redstone, maybe we can make some interesting things.

Boom boom boom…

“who?”

“Yes..it’s me, Quirrell.”

“Speak of the devil,” Kaisen sighed and opened the office door.

Quirrell came in with a fruit basket, smiling.

After placing the fruit basket on the desk, he saw the basic alchemy book there.

“You…you still read, still read books of this level?”

“Although these methods are like engraved in our bones over time, it is not easy to translate them into language and output them.” Kaisen took out tea leaves from the cabinet, brewed a pot of tea for Quirrell and said.

“Ah, it’s like this. I, I came here today because I want to… ask you for something.” Quirrell picked up the teacup and took a sip.

“Please go ahead.”

“I..I want you to make a magic stone for me.”

Kaisen’s hand holding the teacup suddenly trembled.

“So what…what makes you think that I can make the Philosopher’s Stone?” he said with a strange look.

“Just one…one fake piece will do. This is Dumbledore’s idea,” Quirrell explained quickly.

“Hmm, tell me about it.”

“You, do you know the mysterious man?”

Kaysen nodded.

“Dumbledore has always believed that the mysterious man is not dead, so he set a trap here in Hogwarts this year.”

“The bait of this trap is the Philosopher’s Stone. Of course, it was announced by Dumbledore. As for me, Dumbledore told me that he needed a… a fake Philosopher’s Stone. He wanted to use a fake bait to catch the You-Know-Who.”

Kaisen nodded and calmly took a sip of the black tea.

“Oh… so that’s how it is… why didn’t he tell me himself?”

“He should try to…try to let as few people know about this as possible. Professors, we are the only ones who know that the Philosopher’s Stone is fake, so…so when you meet Dumbledore, don’t tell him about this…”

“These are his orders. It’s rotten in my stomach.” Quirrell said stutteringly, while Kaisen watched his performance patiently.

As for the fake Philosopher’s Stone and why he didn’t allow himself to tell Dumbledore, it is easy to understand. It is nothing more than a substitution of a prince for a cat.

Want to exchange the fake Philosopher’s Stone for the real Philosopher’s Stone.

It’s a pity that the so-called real philosopher’s stone is actually fake.

Moreover, the source manufacturer of the two counterfeit products is the same person.

However, what Kaisen didn’t understand was that Quirrell, or Voldemort behind him, could make up a lie and accidentally confirm that Dumbledore used fake goods as a trap.

Why didn’t anyone think that Dumbledore really used a so-called fake trap?

After thinking about it, Kaisen could only conclude that these two guys were not very smart.

That’s the only way it can be.

Otherwise, there is really no way to explain this behavior, which is like taking off pants to fart.

“How…how about it? Can it be done?” Quirrell asked eagerly.

“Well…it’s possible. It’s just a fake. It just needs a rough shape and some magical fluctuations. But I’ve never seen a real Philosopher’s Stone. How do I know how to imitate it? Relying on the pictures in the book?” Kaisen said, pointing to the elementary alchemy book in the corner of the desk.

“That’s not a problem. Look at this.” Quirrell took out his wand and waved it.

The next moment, a one-to-one replica of the magic stone phantom was drawn.

“Is it this shape?” Kaisen asked.

“Yes, how long will it take?”

“This size… is fast.”

He held the illusion of the Philosopher’s Stone in his hands, and this time it was even easier than the time he had made the fake one for Dumbledore before.

Dumbledore gave him the real thing that time and he copied it himself.

And Quirrell gave a template, and he only needed to fill it with tiny redstone blocks.

Soon, the imitation Philosopher’s Stone 2.0 produced by Kaisen was freshly released.

“Really, really amazing alchemy. I’m afraid you are as good as the real Nicolas Madu.” Quirrell took the Philosopher’s Stone with both hands and said in shock.

“No need for that, another cup of tea.”

“No…No, I still have to go back to prepare for class.”

“Take care. I won’t see you off.”

After sending Professor Quirrell out of the office, Kaisen waited for five minutes and then went directly to Dumbledore’s office again.

“That’s right. Maybe he wants to play the cat-and-mouse trick.”

Dumbledore nodded. “I’m glad you told me this.”

“Um… shouldn’t I tell you? This is also for the safety of the students, the safety of Hogwarts… and mine.”

“That’s right, Kaisen, you are a qualified professor.” Dumbledore’s eyes remained gentle.

“Whatever you say, I still have to study how to teach the fourth grade courses… Honestly, don’t you have any idea of ​​changing my position?”

“Absolutely not.” Dumbledore shook his head.

“I wish you had.”

the next day………

“Take a deep breath, Kaisen, you can do it. Today you will explain alchemy to a group of young wizards who are just starting out. Believe in yourself, you will be able to control them!”

Kaisen stood in front of the fitting mirror in the office and began to give himself psychological hints.

After all, unlike the novice little wizard yesterday, his alchemy reserves in the past two months may not be as much as those fourth-grade students who have already studied for a year.

My goal for the first class in the fourth grade is very simple, just don’t be exposed.

“As long as it doesn’t get exposed.” Kaisen took another deep breath and exhaled suddenly.

About ten minutes later…

“Waking up three hours early is too much of a stretch. I’d better get some sleep first… Besides, it’s not that serious if I get caught…”

Kaisen lay on his side on the bed, riding the quilt, while the sky outside the window was still as black as ink.

[There is one more chapter to be written during the day. Please forgive me for staying up all night yesterday and not having any drafts saved.]