Chapter 98 Cough cough… Revelation Xiis! (Ch 98)

All in all, Harry was smart. He kept the secret of being a Parseltongue very strictly. At least when Kaisen woke up the next day, he didn’t hear any strange rumors.

And our poor classmate Neville, the cruel study has made him start looking for Madam Pomfrey to get hair growth potion.

But this kid is a Gryffindor and he is very brave. For example, when he took the hair growth potion, he also took a bottle of water of life and death and gave Ron the drug directly in the dormitory.

Just like that, Neville came to the alchemy classroom quickly with Ron’s old wand in his left hand and Harry’s broom in his right hand.

“Speaking of which, I originally wanted to save all their gifts for Christmas, but Harry’s glasses were given away early.”

“Secondly, Ron will feel uncomfortable always using an inappropriate wand, so let’s send it to him in advance.” Neville stood on the enchantment table and carefully engraved the loyalty enchantment on Ron’s wand.

“Well, what about Hermione? What are you going to give Hermione?” In the working area of ​​the office, Kaisen was building a magic ritual platform using arcane stone bricks and arcane steps made of stones and magic crystals.

“I’ve seen her Christmas card. She wants a pet, which is not something that can be achieved with alchemy… Actually, I originally wanted to make her a mysterious little puppet. It’s the one that every third grader has, but it’s so cold that I don’t think Hermione would like it.” Neville explained.

“When I have time, I can accompany you to Diagon Alley to buy a gift for Hermione.”

Kaisen pointed his staff at the ritual platform he had built. Almost instantly, the platform began to transform into a huge arcane infusion platform. In the center of the platform was a floating black cube that emitted light from the cracks.

“It’s done!”

“It’s done!”

Kaison and Neville said at the same time, but the latter looked in Kaison’s direction with some confusion.

“Oh my god, Merlin, Professor, what is this?”

Neville looked at this unprecedented huge magic infusion platform with a confused look on his face.

“As for its use, I don’t know yet. By the way, Neville, go to the element canning machine and help me get those full cans.” Kaisen said as he took the enchanted Ron wand from Neville’s hand.

“Hmm…what kind of untold horror story has this wand endured?”

As he spoke, he hid his staff in his sleeve. After all, if his staff saw Ron’s wand, it would be like a curious movie being seen by an innocent little white rabbit.

It will scare it.

“Um…willow, unicorn hair…I don’t have any willow here…Neville, wait a moment, I’ll go out for a while.”

With that said, Neville was the only one left in the office, facing what was conservatively estimated to be more than thirty element jars.

“…Ah, this…”

On the other side, at the Whomping Willow.

Kaisen tiptoed slowly and stealthily towards the Whomping Willow until he was next to it. Almost instantly, he used the diamond sword in his hand to cut off a very small willow branch and teleported back quickly.

“Wow, very efficient.” He looked at the elemental jars that had been moved by Neville and was a little surprised. It would take several minutes to move two at a time using the levitation spell, but he didn’t expect that they could be finished so quickly.

Then Neville showed off his skill in wiping his butt with gauze.

Neville waved his wand and chanted a spell, and more than thirty elemental jars flew up.

“…???”

“Is this the level of magic you should have as a second-year student?” Kaisen asked in confusion.

“I’ve been practicing for a long time, so I’ve become more skilled now.” Neville said a little embarrassedly.

“…Great, great.”

After Kaisen gave his sincere praise, he sent Neville to place candles under the magic infusion table. After all, there is a possibility of failure during the infusion process, and placing candles can increase the stability of the magic infusion table and reduce the possibility of failure.

He himself disassembled the willow branches of the Whomping Willow into strips of wood fiber and began to repair Ron’s old wand.

“By the way, Neville, where’s your own wand?”

Neville, who was placing candles under the glass floor below the magic infusion table, paused for a moment and said, “I didn’t enchant my own wand. I thought that maybe one day mom and dad would recover, and then I would return the wand to him.”

“…They’re at St. Mungo’s?” Kaysen asked.

“Um.”

In the afternoon, Neville left the office in a hurry. Maybe he didn’t control the dosage well when he gave Ron the drug, so he almost woke up.

Kaisen took out a roll of black silk from the cabinet and placed it directly on the table of the magic infusion table, intending to use the magic infusion table to infuse magic power into the roll of silk and then make some clothes.

Then the magic infusion table exploded.

“…………”

“I thought so much about my fame that I forgot to light the candle.”

After setting up the magic infusion platform again, Kaisen smoothed his hair in embarrassment and took out a new roll of silk.

…………..

In the evening, Kaisen left the office and walked towards the auditorium to have some dinner. All the little wizards he met along the way looked at him with strange smiles.

“What’s going on? Garnier, is there something strange on my back?” Kaisen pulled a little wizard over and asked.

Garnier looked at Kaisen and shook his head: “Without the professor, there is nothing.”

“……..”

The latter obviously didn’t believe it. He took off his wizard robe and looked at it carefully…

Nothing at all.

“That’s weird, some kind of prank by the Weasley twins? What’s so funny about that?”

Kaisen walked towards the auditorium somewhat confused.

After arriving at the auditorium, the atmosphere was still weird. Every little wizard and even every professor looked at him with a weird smile.

“Dumbledore, what’s going on? Has the fact that I taught students to create the Wither been exposed? Will the Ministry of Magic come directly to Hogwarts to check the fireplace credentials and take me away to Azkaban?”

“No, no, no, of course not.” Dumbledore shook his head and remained silent.

Soon, Professor McGonagall came with the Sorting Hat in her hand, and the Weasley twins followed behind her carrying a stool…

“What’s going on? Does Hogwarts still accept transfer students?” Kaisen asked again.

“You’ll know in a moment.”

Soon Professor McGonagall instructed the Weasley twins to place the stools in the middle of the hall, and she also took out a piece of parchment from her pocket.

“The Sorting Ceremony will begin now.”

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat.

“Kesenhis!”