Chapter 210 Professor, you are simply a superman (Ch 210)

“What’s wrong with him?” Lupin asked puzzledly.

“I didn’t quite understand it before, but since Sirius told me about your school days, I understand it very well.” Kaisen replied.

“Yeah, poor Professor Snape was so angry that he cried because his best friend was hanging out with someone he didn’t like…”

Before Lupin could finish his words, Kaisen interrupted him speechlessly: “…He has a reason to hate you.”

“Okay, I’ll go see Harry and the others. They should have received the letter as well.” Lupin put down his cutlery and walked towards the Gryffindor table.

“Well, I’ll go see Severus.” Kaisen said as he stood up and walked towards the basement.

After a while, both of them returned to their seats.

“How’s it going?” Kaysen asked.

“We’ll have some fun this weekend.”

Lupin was subconsciously excited, not realizing that he was now theoretically in a cold war with Sirius.

Tsk tsk tsk……

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Sunday morning……..

“Hello, Professor.” Harry and his friends appeared in front of Kaisen, who had just woken up and came downstairs.

Because of the heavy flow of people, he hasn’t locked his office for a long time. Sometimes the little wizards would come over to take a walk, drive a boat, go on a date, or bring breakfast to Kaisen.

As for those sophisticated magic machines and alchemical creations, they were firmly wrapped in thick glass walls.

Since he decided to open the office to let the little wizards come here to hang out when they have nothing to do, he had to take corresponding measures. He was not afraid that something might go wrong with the alchemical device. After all, to him, those big guys had no gold content at all and were just building blocks.

However, it is very dangerous for young wizards, so it is better to wrap it up. It will not affect its use anyway.

“Well…where’s Lupin? He hasn’t woken up yet.” Kaisen yawned and sat down on the sofa weakly.

“He’s still eating. This is your breakfast.” Neville handed over the full brown paper bag.

“Thank you. By the way, please help me cast a cleansing spell. I have run out of shampoo and the new one hasn’t arrived yet.” Kaisen said casually.

“No problem, Professor.” Neville took out his wand, muttered something quickly, and then a stream of light flew towards Kaisen.

The cool feeling gave him a shiver, and he quickly regained consciousness and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Magic changes life. It’s convenient.”

Soon Lupin finally finished his meal and came over dressed.

“Anything else? If not, let’s go!”

Kaisen shook his head: “We can go now.” As he spoke, he enveloped several people, and the Ender teleportation was activated, and several people suddenly appeared…

222 Baker Street.

“Um… aren’t we going to Grimmauld Place? Something… doesn’t seem right here?” Hermione looked out the window with some confusion.

“In fact, I don’t know where Grimmauld Place is. I’ve never been there before, so I can’t just teleport there… and…” Kaisen looked at the sofa where he used to sit and saw another person’s butt print, and there were strange noises in the bathroom…

“Sherlock!” He rushed into the bathroom on the first floor and soon came out pulling a man wrapped in a bath towel, leaving Lupin and the little wizards stunned.

Hermione thought about it and decided to turn her back, but soon she felt it was unnecessary and turned back.

“There’s nothing I can do. Peanut brought his girlfriend home and I have nowhere to go.” Sherlock sat on the sofa helplessly and explained.

“Oh, so I should thank you for visiting my house? And Harry put a drying spell on him.” Kaysen said angrily.

Harry nodded, took out his wand and chanted a spell. As the warm magic fell on his body, Sherlock touched his already dry hair: “Wow, magical magic.”

The moment these words were spoken, the four little wizards widened their eyes, because they realized that this strange neighbor who appeared in their professor’s house was actually a Muggle.

And Lupin still watched this farce calmly…quite interesting.

At this time, Sherlock, who had felt the magic, looked at Kaisen again: “You said a drying spell, which should be a general term, not a formal spell name, and you chose to let this young gentleman cast the spell instead of doing it yourself… Oh, it seems that there is a big gap between your magic and theirs?”

“If you’re not interested, you can check why the trash can at my door was always full of trash instead of staring at me left and right.” Kaisen said speechlessly.

“Oh, there’s no need to check that, because sometimes Peanut collects a lot of garbage and he will throw it into your trash can.” Sherlock replied.

“You just paused… You actually made that garbage, right?”

“That’s the contribution of both of us.”

“I should have provided you with a formaldehyde package when I was renovating your house.” Kaisen said speechlessly.

“Don’t worry, we will open the windows for ventilation.”

“Well… I remember you don’t have the key to my house.” Kaisen sat down helplessly, and decided to get to the bottom of it and see how many evil things the great detective in front of him had done.

“You asked Peanut to help you take care of the money tree at home.” Sherlock said concisely.

“So you took the opportunity to make a copy of the key?”

“No, I just changed the locks and put the new key on your keychain.”

“Wardfa!”

“Ahem, Kaisen, there are children and children!” Lupin quickly helped Kaisen retract an insult.

“And your jacuzzi is nice…”

Kaisen’s face was embarrassed again: “So the public bathroom is not enough for you? What kind of damn bathtub is worth you trying to break into and pick the lock…”

“Because I discovered the hidden function of that bathtub, I’ll take you to see it.” At this point Sherlock suddenly became excited and pulled Kaisen upstairs.

The people on the first floor only heard a burst of laughter, then silence, followed by the sound of quick running and a horrible vibration.

Sherlock, wrapped in a bath towel, ran downstairs quickly without even putting on his clothes and ran towards the next room.

In response, Kaisen ran downstairs with the bathtub in one hand, rushed out of the house, took aim for a moment, and threw the bathtub out.

Hearing the sound of breaking air, Sherlock looked back, did a quick calculation, and decisively chose to lie down, and then was covered tightly by the bathtub.

“Oh…Madfack!” Sherlock’s muffled voice came from the bathtub.

The little wizard who witnessed all this swallowed his saliva.

“Professor…you are simply superhuman!”