Chapter 80: No Alchemy Logic (Ch 80)

“Oh… I understand. Platform 9 3/4 was suddenly closed for some reason. You were afraid that you would not be able to return to school on time, so… you drove this poor Alchemy… You did not choose to go home to ask Mrs. Weasley for help, but decided to drive to school by yourself…”

Kaisen clapped his hands as if he was applauding Harry and Ron.

“It was a very good experience and a very good solution, so Gryffindor will deduct 200 points.”

Ever since Dumbledore gave Gryffindor an extra 250 points at the end of last semester, Kaisen has gradually let himself go.

After all, the house scores of Hogwarts have been inflated countless times under the manipulation of Snape and Dumbledore. One more or one less won’t make much difference.

“So, professor, is this the end of this matter?” Harry asked expectantly.

“Of course not, Professor McGonagall will know about this.” Kaisen shook his head and naturally got into this somewhat old alchemy car.

“Mr. Weasley made this?”

“Yes.” Ron puffed out his chest with some pride.

“Nice craftsmanship. I think I know where the twins’ alchemy talent comes from. And Ron, where do you live?”

“The Burrow outside the village of St. Catchpole, Ottery, Devon.”

Kaisen operated the car in the cab for some time and then got out. Soon the car flew up by itself, and as the altitude increased, it slowly turned invisible and flew back to the Weasley’s burrow.

“Maybe you four can fill your stomachs if you go back now. I hope you eat quickly. Professor McGonagall’s punishment won’t wait for you too long…”

As the four little wizards ran back to the auditorium in shame, Kaisen returned to the professor’s seat and told Professor McGonagall everything that had happened.

Professor McGonagall was still wondering why there were no score crystals in the scoring funnel at the beginning of the school year, but suddenly a gap appeared below that was just enough to deduct 200 score crystals.

She thought it was a bug, but now she realized that the four big darlings of Gryffindor had given him such a good job.

As Professor McGonagall stormed off to the Gryffindor table, Kaysen returned to his office, hiding his achievements and fame.

He was going to start thinking about what classes he should teach tomorrow’s new class of third-year wizards.

Compared with those high-end essential modifications, material transformation, or perhaps a simple puppet, although it is still a little difficult for young wizards who have just come into contact with alchemy, it is very necessary to grasp their hobbies.

Kaisen took out the magic manual, found the page about puppets and read it carefully. It turned out that he was also sharpening his sword at this moment.

After all, compared to making an intelligent puppet to help him do some chores, he still prefers industrial assembly line fully automatic machinery. The two cannot be compared in terms of efficiency.

The charm of redstone electricity generation.

the next day…

Kaisen was sitting on the podium in a classroom downstairs from his office, looking down at the forty or so heads below.

“….How many people are there in your four colleges in total?”

“Forty-one.”

“How many of you are there?”

“Forty-one.”

Kaisen nodded and knocked on the golden podium taken from the original alchemy classroom: “Thank you…but there is no gold to give away this time.”

After he finished speaking, he pulled out a dark purple little creature from his pocket. It looked exactly like the iron golems standing guard in the castle, but its color had changed and it was proportionally smaller.

“This thing is much smarter than the Iron Golem. The Iron Golem is a combat puppet. And making it requires talent and a bit of my thinking power. It’s a bit beyond the scope for you third-year wizards.”

“So this time I brought a more rational and intelligent puppet. Once you make this thing, it will be like having a low-profile house-elf.”

“You can use it to help you do any chores that are not difficult, from helping you carry books during class to being your alchemy assistant.”

Kaisen held the little puppet in both hands and explained until he saw that the little wizards below the podium were eager to try, then he took out an alchemical crucible.

“This is an alchemical crucible. It is completely different from Severus’s alchemy crucible…but they are used in the same way.”

Kaisen snapped his fingers, and a shining light instantly appeared in front of each of them.

He waved his wand again, and more than forty alchemical crucibles flew down from the upstairs in a line.

“Did Severus tell you when you were in Potions class not to put any raw materials in the classroom into your mouth?”

The little wizards below the stage nodded in unison.

“That’s no problem. If you haven’t studied Potions, I wouldn’t have to take the time to remind you.” Kaisen waved his wand again, and a series of small elemental bottles and purple metal cubes flew down from upstairs and landed on the table in front of each little wizard.

“All I can say is that alchemy also has some of my thinking power. I hope you won’t be too surprised by what happens next.”

“Everyone, first take the buckets beside your tables and fill the alchemical crucible with water. Then take the purple metal block. This is called mysterious metal. It is a new substance I have created through alchemy. It will appear in various alchemical supply stores when my new paper is published.”

“And the small vials of elements are for humans, movement, and souls. They will also be available in the alchemy store when the paper is published. As for where these elements came from… you haven’t learned anything yet.”

Next, Kaisen led the little wizards to use a method similar to brewing potions. They poured various things into the crucible, and then the crucible spit out little puppets for them.

I don’t know the principle or why, but it can be done anyway, and most alchemy is like this.

People knew that the Philosopher’s Stone could transform matter into gold, but they didn’t know why it could transform into gold.

It can be said that the discipline of alchemy has been extremely contradictory since its inception. On the one hand, as long as you follow the steps, place what things at what steps, or make more detailed inscriptions, you can replicate the achievements of your predecessors one-to-one, which makes it reproducible.

However, generation after generation of alchemists have been unable to grasp the deep principles behind it. But that’s normal. Magic has been idealistic from the beginning and has never been logical.

Compared to spells, the subjects of alchemy and potions are already very logical.