Chapter 60 Which one do you think he wants us to choose? (Ch 60)

Kaisen stood in the corridor, looking at the office where there was almost no place to stand.

“…I still overestimated the ender chest. Next time I should make a bigger one.”

He sighed, waved his wand and forced his magic to start sorting the pile of gifts.

the next day……

“The Alchemy Association’s team-building activity this time is to go shopping in a Muggle city in France, so I didn’t give you any gifts related to magic. After all, that would be as boring as an Englishman going to France to find an English restaurant. Now, Cedric, pass out these gifts.”

Kaisen placed the gifts he had arranged on the podium in an instant, and then he sat on the chair on the podium. He had already decided that if Cedric was slower, he would be able to slack off during the entire class.

but

Cedric was so fast that it took him about two minutes to hand out the gifts to everyone. Then he sat back in his seat and waited for Kaisen to start his lecture.

“Actually, you don’t have to be so fast. Don’t you want to enjoy your time slacking off during class?” Kaisen stood up with an awkward expression, picked up a piece of chalk and asked.

The little wizards below all shook their heads in sync.

“Well, since you all like my class so much, let’s take the test.”

“…ah?”

After class, he returned to his office contentedly with a stack of test papers. He had distributed all the gifts to the little wizards in the morning.

Then only the professors’ gifts were left, and he began to walk from office to office with gift boxes as big as washbasins.

Although he didn’t know whether his colleagues liked Muggle gifts, at least Snape smiled rarely when he looked at the complete set of scale weights that Snape had given them.

Until he was brought to Filch.

“I noticed that some little wizards in the castle easily make the castle walls dirty, so I made this thing for you. It has an infinite magic circuit built into it. There is a blue light bar in this gift, which contains the cleaning spell. When you use it, just press the red button on it and let the light from the light bar shine on the stains.”

Filch took the gift box tremblingly.

“Thank you, thank you Professor Kaysen.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll go back first if nothing else. I still have some wool socks for Dumbledore. I bought him 200 pairs at one time.”

“Oh, oh, of course it’s okay, it’s okay Professor Kaysen.”

Dumbledore’s gift was the last one he gave, well… not because of anything else, but simply because his office had to go up a damn long flight of stairs.

“Dumbledore, come and look at the socks I prepared for you. If you change a pair every day, you can wear them for half a year…Where is Dumbledore?” Kaisen stood in the empty principal’s office in a daze.

“Eh…but if the principal is not at home…”

He slowly turned his head and looked at the cabinet where Dumbledore usually kept his wine.

“Hehehehe…”

He hummed a song as he came to the cabinet and started rummaging around inside. He quickly took out two bottles of wine that looked very valuable, as well as a corresponding magic wine box that could simulate the temperature and humidity required for the wine.

“What great stuff.” He opened the wine box and kept it back, because he didn’t think the two bottles of good wine could survive until tomorrow in his hands.

Meanwhile…

“We want to see Dumbledore. We have something very important to tell him!” Two of the four Gryffindors, Harry and Neville, appeared in front of the statue guarding the headmaster’s office and asked anxiously.

However, the two diligent statues did not seem to answer their nature, or perhaps the statues could not speak in some conventional way, who knows.

In short, the two of them were turned away.

“Well, this time it’s confirmed. The portrait is right. Dumbledore is really not in Hogwarts.”

Soon, the other two young wizards, Hermione and Ron, also trotted over: “Professor Kaysen’s office, there’s no one either.”

“Now… the other professors don’t believe what we say… wait, why do we have to let other professors come? Can’t we do it ourselves?” Harry suddenly reacted.

“Do you agree?”

“Professor Kaysen told us that we should calculate the gains and losses when doing something. Between the Philosopher’s Stone and our lives, which one do you think he wants us to choose?” Hermione reminded.

“Then which one would you choose? Even though you know that Professor Kaysen thinks we should choose our lives.” Neville asked.

“I chose the Philosopher’s Stone, not because it’s so precious, but because I think it would be no good if such a powerful alchemical item fell into the hands of the dark wizard Quirrell!” Hermione said firmly.

“Then why are you still wasting time? Let’s go!”

The four little ones ran all the way to the corridor on the fourth floor. The classroom where the three-headed dog was locked up was now wide open, and music was coming from inside.

Harry stood at the door and looked inside and breathed a sigh of relief: “The big dog is asleep, let’s go in quickly.”

On the other side…

“Wine? Oh, wine, Kaisen. I never like to drink this kind of wine. I think it’s too bland. It doesn’t even taste like wine. It’s more like grape juice, you know?”

Sitting on the sofa, Hagrid politely declined Kaysen’s offer to share the wine.

“You’ll want to try something new,” Kaisen advised.

“In fact, I really don’t understand how to taste this kind of wine, and it looks like it’s worth a lot of money. To be honest, it tastes like grape juice to me. It’s a bit of a waste for me to drink it. You should find someone who can appreciate it.”

“No, no, no…” Kaisen waved his hands quickly: “The most important thing in this kind of thing is to be happy. If you make any drink unhappy for the sake of so-called values, that would be a true blasphemy to wine.”

“Oh… Hearing you say that, I’m a little touched.” The sentimental Hagrid spoke with a heavy nasal tone. Kaisen noticed with his sharp eyes that the big guy in front of him seemed to want to give him a big hug, and he was so scared that he quickly waved his hands and summoned two wine glasses from a distance.

“Uh uh uh… No need to hug. If you think the red wine has no taste, you can go and bring back two barrels of wine.”

“Oh, well, maybe I should find some time to practice my strength control. I noticed that you all don’t want me to hug you…” Hagrid said as he walked out of the house.

“Because if you hug someone like that, Hagrid could really die. To be honest, it’s okay for adult wizards, but you mustn’t touch young wizards, as it’s easy to cause blood to burst.” Kaisen said.