Chapter 93 Full-round Glasses (Ch 93)

Kaisen quickly enchanted the glasses, then placed the ender pearl stained with the little wizard’s blood into the miniature teleporter, and finally put the replica glasses that Snape had enchanted earlier into the box.

“Next, put the machine at the bedside, in a safe place. You usually wear glasses, so don’t take them off if necessary… Wait, I’ll add a binding curse to it. Anyway, it’s like you’re not wearing anything. It won’t affect you when you take a shower or sleep. It has a built-in cleaning spell so you don’t have to wipe your glasses. How convenient.”

He quickly cast a binding curse and handed it to the little wizard in front of him.

“Then Professor, when can I take it down?”

“After we kill that basilisk, next one!”

As time passed, Kaisen’s movements changed from mechanical to numb, until a familiar person sat down in front of him.

As one of the few wizards who wore glasses, he did not go to Dumbledore to customize his glasses, but instead gritted his teeth and gave Snape his own glasses, the same model as his father’s.

Snape clumsily cast a double spell on the glasses and returned them to Harry with his hand as strong as if he could crush a troll’s head with his bare hands.

“Hmm… these glasses are quite old, do you have any idea of ​​changing them?”

Although Kaisen was speaking to Harry, his eyes were on Neville, who was standing in line several steps behind Harry.

Neville noticed the gaze, hesitated for a moment, and then took out the glasses he had made for Harry.

Seeing this, Kaisen waved.

“This is a gift I made for you. Of course it can’t compare with the one made by Professor Dumbledore…” Neville said in a low voice embarrassedly as he stood beside Harry.

“No…it’s very precious, and I don’t want it to become a sacrifice.” Harry took the glasses, conjured up an exquisite glasses case, put the glasses in it, and put it away carefully.

“this….”

Kaisen looked at Neville who was a little hesitant, and said to Harry: “Okay, isn’t it good that the gift Neville made by himself can save your life?”

“But…” Harry touched the glasses in his pocket, looked at Neville again, and finally took out the glasses, and once again walked towards Snape with gritted teeth.

Neville breathed a sigh of relief and looked back at his previous queue position. The young wizards still left a seat for him, but thinking that he had wasted a lot of time standing in the front of the line, he walked to the end of the line.

Snape was rarely anthropomorphic, and his movements were unusually gentle when he copied Harry’s new glasses.

After Harry got his glasses back, he looked back at Neville, who had already reached the end of the line. After thinking for a moment, he patted the shoulder of the little wizard behind him and also walked towards the end of the line.

“Wow…” Ron, who was already wearing glasses, sat side by side with Hermione on the steps of the auditorium, each with a glass of lemonade. There were two unopened glasses of lemonade under their feet.

“Now I know why Professor Kaysen asked Neville to do alchemy in advance. It turns out he wanted to make a gift for Harry.” Ron said as he gulped down a sip of lemonade.

“We should have some too, what do you think Neville will give me?”

“Maybe something you already have.”

“Oh… How about I write a [Christmas Limited Edition] greeting card for Neville this year?”

“…..I can’t. I can’t give Neville anything good, so I won’t write. I will be happy with anything Neville gives me.”

“Oh my God, you’ll hurt Neville’s heart. Believe me, Neville also really wants to know what kind of gift you like. Otherwise, just think about how tiring it would be to rack his brains to think of gifts every Christmas Eve.” Hermione comforted.

“…You’re right. Do you think Neville would like a full set of Chocolate Frog cards? That’s all I have.” Ron put the lemonade on the ground and said with his chin supported by his hands.

“Neville is just like you. He will be happy if you give him anything. Believe me.”

“…That would be best.”

The time passed quickly. After Kaisen adjusted the teleportation machine of the last little wizard, he stretched hard.

Next up are the professors.

Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick already had glasses, and they quickly debugged the machine. The difference was that the professors’ glasses were not cursed. After all, the professors had basic self-control abilities and were not so confused as to decide between the two, which had more weight: aesthetics and comfort, and life. It was a simple multiple-choice question.

After another two or three professors, Professor Sprout, who had finished, turned back again.

“This belongs to Lockhart. He doesn’t dare to come to see you, so please ask me to come, and here is his blood.” Professor Sprout said helplessly.

“Oh my God, is he a child?” Kaisen adjusted Lockhart’s machine speechlessly.

He also added a binding curse to his glasses.

Although Lockhart is not very smart, has poor magical ability, is vain, greasy, and likes to take away the honor that belongs to others, he can still be considered anthropomorphic, and his crime is not punishable by death.

Moreover, Lockhart has become much more honest now. He is not so disruptive in class. When he sees Kaisen, he will take a detour. If he really can’t get around him, he will put on a flattering smile on his face.

Hmm… more anthropomorphic than the one in Diagon Alley.

“Give this to him, and by the way, tell him a message for me. I’m not some man-eating devil, so I won’t hide from me so much… Although I still have the urge to plant him in a flowerpot and let him be neighbors with the mandrake.” Kaisen handed the glasses and machine to Professor Sprout and said.

“I’ll pass on the message.”

The next one is Filch. It seems that Filch’s glasses were not made by Dumbledore, or rather, the professors’ glasses were not made by Dumbledore.

Although they were not specialized in alchemy, making a pair of glasses was not a difficult task for them.

This was a difficult task for Filch. Even the arms of the glasses he took out were glued on, and there were white scabs on them.

Maybe he picked up some discarded glasses from some little wizard somewhere, and he was too embarrassed to ask the professors to help him fix them, so he clumsily glued them back together himself…

Kaisen looked at his glasses, then looked up at Filch, who looked a little embarrassed, and fortunately took out a piece of parchment and a quill from his pocket.

“Draw the style of glasses you like and I’ll make you a pair.”

Filch picked up the quill awkwardly and uttered, “Thank you.”

Soon after Filch’s teleportation device was completed, Kaisen was finally able to finish his work and return to the office.

He took out his parchment and quill…

“It’s time to design a new skin for myself… oh… new glasses.”