Chapter 43 Gryffindor… Gryffindor ah! (Ch 43)

“Wow! I was wrong! I will never speak in the newspaper again, seriously!”

Rita Gist, who was almost suffocated by the mud in the rain, lay in the mud and cried and howled, while Kaisen put away his shovel and left the quiet grove in the blink of an eye.

Anyway, Gist didn’t see his own face clearly when his head was blown up by a baseball bat, so he probably wouldn’t report it to the Ministry of Magic…

I guess…

Back at Hogwarts, Kaisen shook off his raincoat, went to Dumbledore’s office, and placed the office expansion application form he had prepared earlier on Dumbledore’s desk.

“That Rita Gist?”

“At least she should be much quieter in the near future.”

“Yes.” Dumbledore nodded and signed his name on the form.

“Do you need me to find a construction team for you?”

“No, I can do it myself.” Kaisen said.

“By the way, the building you expand needs to be in the style of Hogwarts, with black brick and stone walls.”

“Don’t worry, I’m a professional.”

“That’s best.”

Kaisen returned to his office, humming a song, took out parchment and began to design his new office. Perhaps…

Boom boom boom…

“Come in!”

“Professor? Your office?” Neville walked in first, followed by Harry and the others.

Kaisen put away the parchment on which he had just drawn a sketch and took out the teapot instead.

Neville was wearing the memory bracelet that he had given him, and Ron, who had been sitting on the sofa early and eating snacks, also put on his new robes.

But on the other side, Neville looked at Kaisen with a somewhat aggrieved look in his eyes.

First of all, the wizard robe he gave away was not worn by Professor Kaysen, and he said at Longbottom Manor that he wanted to expand his office…

Well…at least he didn’t see the office expand by even one square meter.

An emotion called grievance suddenly choked his throat.

“Uh…Neville, what are you thinking about? Your face is all wrinkled up.”

“Professor, didn’t you say you were going to expand your office during the summer?”

“Unfortunately, I’m a bit of a procrastinator and am still in the sketching stage.” Kaisen looked at the sensitive little wizard in front of him and quickly took out his design sketch and placed it on the desk.

“Then the new robe I gave you…”

“I just went out and it’s raining outside. You can’t let me get my new robe dirty, can you?”

It took Kaisen a while to show off his language skills before he finally convinced Neville that he didn’t dislike the robe he gave him, nor did he want to stay at Longbottom Manor for a night.

Of course, the latter really doesn’t like sleeping in a territory that doesn’t belong to him. It always feels weird, but he can’t say it. What if Neville drops the little pearl?

It’s all your own fault.

“Tell me, what’s the matter with you four little guys?” Kaisen asked.

“Professor, do you know Nicolas Flamel?” Hermione asked.

“Nicolas Flamel? I remember the textbook I gave you didn’t have this name?” Kaisen scratched his head. Indeed, the textbook he gave to Hermione was just an enlightenment textbook.

It only contains general theories and a few interesting alchemical experiments.

It is not yet time for the great Buddha Nicolas Flamel to appear.

“Not from that book.” Hermione shook her head.

“I should ask all the questions in one go next time. Where did you see this name?” Kaisen sighed.

The four kids looked at each other and said, “We learned this from Hagrid.”

“Hagrid, oh, by the way, did you go to Hagrid’s new home? How was it? Do you know who built that house for him? Forget it, you probably can’t guess, it was me. Before I became a professor at Hogwarts, I was a very good whole-house customization practitioner, that is, decoration…”

“Professor, please don’t change the subject.” Hermione sighed. She looked at the professor in front of her who was very unfamiliar with changing the subject. For some reason, she suddenly felt that he was an eleven-year-old first-year wizard.

And in her opinion, Professor Kaysen’s ability to change the subject and lie was not as good as Harry’s who deceived Professor McGonagall by saying “the paper was really finished, but he just forgot to bring it with him”.

“Well, Nicolas Flamel is a very powerful alchemist. He created the only Philosopher’s Stone in the world. He also used the stone to make the Elixir of Life. It is said that he has lived for more than six hundred years, almost seven hundred years… Don’t you guys collect Chocolate Frog cards?”

Kaisen leaned back in his chair with his hands crossed on his stomach and said in a somewhat negative tone.

“In that case, the thing hidden under the trapdoor should be the so-called Philosopher’s Stone.” Hermione said seriously, making Kaisen want to laugh.

How should he politely tell them that the so-called magic stone was actually red stone, and that he had given each of them one.

But there are more important things than this little idea.

for example…

“Are you still after that trapdoor? Or are you still after that Quirrell?”

“Forehead……”

“Um……….”

“Well…”

“Professor, do you have any black tea?”

“Okay, so where did you find out?” Kaisen asked with a sigh of relief.

“When we were having tea with Hagrid before, we accidentally let slip that Quirrell was a dark wizard. Hagrid didn’t believe it, so Harry got angry and said that Quirrell was not only a dark wizard, but also wanted to steal the Philosopher’s Stone in the corridor on the fourth floor.”

“Then Hagrid said a lot and drove us out in a panic. When he was in a panic, he also talked about Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel’s plan, and then… um, Nicolas Flamel.” Hermione shrugged and said speechlessly.

“Hagrid…and now that you know what’s hidden in there, do you have any plans?” Kaisen sighed.

“What do you want to do by listening to our plan?”

“Listen to your plan, then make corresponding plans to reverse and sabotage your plan.”

“Is that right?” Hermione said with a somewhat broken expression.

“Then will you tell me?”

The four kids looked at each other and shook their heads in unison.

“Won’t.”

“Eh………”

The four little ones looked at each other again, and no one knew what they whispered to each other in private, but they finally stood up at the same time.

“Goodbye Professor Kaisen!”

Kaisen’s mouth twitched as he watched them leave the office one by one.

“Gryffindor…Gryffindor…!!”