Hogwarts: I rely on MC to pretend to be an alchemy professor

[Dear Mr. Kesensis...]

After a second, he made a decision, and the flame cube appeared in his hand, burning the letter, because at that second he had already understood what the letter was.

It's nothing more than vault GG, let yourself go to Gringotts to open a vault.

But it's useless to him, really.

After reading the personal letter, he walked out of the office and walked towards the professor's lounge.

First of all, it's lively, but it's really no fun to be alone in the office.

Secondly, there are cookies baked by Mrs. Sprout in the professor's lounge. They are rich and sweet but not greasy. After eating one cookie, I want to eat another.

The moment they walked into the lounge, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick, who were chatting, saw Kayson and quickly asked him to sit over.

"You made a big splash in the first class. Minerva and I didn't do well in class. They kept asking us whether spells and transfiguration can create gold." Professor Flitwick put the words in front of him. The cookie pushed in the direction of Kaisen.

Kaisen picked up a cookie and showed off: "I'm sorry if I've disturbed your class in any way, but to be honest, I'm very proud. Really, I never thought my first class would be like this before. Peace, because my alchemy is not orthodox alchemy, it is even more wild than wild."

"But your first lesson is still very good. The best thing is to arouse their interest in alchemy. Learning a subject that they are not interested in is as painful as marrying someone they don't love, so in terms of arousing interest What you did was definitely top-notch," Professor Flitwick comforted.

"Yes, I have fourth grade classes tomorrow, and I have to teach them real knowledge instead of using gold to deal with a class." Kaison nodded.

"This is the disadvantage of not preparing lesson plans." Professor McGonagall said.

"OK, I will never do it again, I promise, Professor."

"This is best."

The three of them chatted for a while, and soon a strange smell wafted into their nostrils.

Like garlic? Well, it’s garlic.

The ancient Greek god of garlic, Professor Quirrell, is here.

In an instant, Professor McGonagall suddenly remembered that she still had students' homework that had not been corrected. Professor Flitwick finally remembered that he had to make up the lesson plans, and Professor McGonagall pressed hard.

Kaisen, on the other hand, was like a pitiful little man, sitting there, neither walking nor staying, shivering in the garlic wind.

"Professor Kaysen, uh, I'm glad you didn't see me and didn't run away." Quirrell sat down and said a little embarrassed.

"Why should I run? And sometimes I also eat some garlic, such as when eating barbecue." Kaisen said bravely.

"Thank you... thank you for being able to understand me." Quirrell said happily.

"It's okay. Everyone is an individual. It doesn't require other people's understanding to be complete. One person can also become a very good person." Kaison explained.

[Favorability +10 from Quirrell]

Quirrell nodded: "Yes... that's right, that's right, that's right. I'm here to find you. I have something to do with you."

"I heard about you, you can transform gold, I want to see how, how do you transform it?"

Although Kaison couldn't figure out why Quirrell was curious about this matter, he didn't delve into it.

He has no right to care about other people's curiosity. After all, it is their personal privacy.

He just picked up a quill scattered on the coffee table and pinched it with his hands. On the microscopic level, countless tiny golden cubes penetrated into every aspect of the quill, just like a dove occupying a magpie's nest. The resident fibers crowd out, allowing them to dissipate into the air.

Only the gold remained, forming a golden quill.

From this perspective, the so-called conversion should be said to be replacement.

Although it is not exact, the meaning is closer than conversion.

Quirrell watched this scene completely, and he was beyond surprised.

He tremblingly picked up the golden quill.

"It's... it's really amazing. How, how is this done?"

"You didn't... didn't use magic, the Philosopher's Stone? This, this isn't mercury either?"

Kaysen shrugged: "Maybe it's talent."

[Appreciation from Voldemort +10]

Kaisen, who was resisting the smell of garlic and enjoying Professor Quirrell's praise, suddenly stiffened.

Did he read it correctly? What did he see?

.....Voldemort?

If he remembered correctly, this Voldemort seemed to be a big boss, and then the big boss expressed his appreciation for him.

"emmm..."

He raised his head and looked around. Not all professors at Hogwarts were as leisurely as he was at this moment.

The professors of the required courses are very busy, and most of the professors of the elective courses also have their own things to do, their own magic experiments.

There are only a few people like Kaisen who come to the lounge to talk nonsense.

Therefore, in the huge professor's lounge, there were only himself and Professor Quirrell at this moment.

"..." Kaison swallowed silently and looked at Quirrell, who was sitting opposite and playing with the golden quill in his hand.

Maybe this isn't Quirrell, no, this can't be explained.

Obviously I also have good feelings from Quirrell...

After realizing this, he calmly controlled the tiny cubes and began to spread them throughout the lounge, detecting the entire lounge.

Well, now the possibility of Voldemort's invisibility can be eliminated.

In other words, the thick-browed and big-eyed Quirrell in front of him has two faces.

Kaisen took a breath of cold air and made a contribution to global warming.

And Quirrell finally said: "Professor Kaisen, can you... can you make, make the Philosopher's Stone? I see, your current alchemy level is no, not lower than that of Nicolas Flamel."

"You overestimate me, I just have a little talent, but I can't touch Nicolas Flamel."

"No, don't belittle yourself, you, you are younger than him, this is, your greatest talent." After Quirrell finished speaking intermittently, he looked at the golden feather pen in his hand again.

"I...I can..."

"Of course, take it, I have no objection."

"Thank...thank you, thank you so much, you, you are so generous."

Kaysen watched Quirrell leave the professor's lounge, and waited for another five minutes before he breathed a sigh of relief. Then he also left the professor's lounge and went straight to the door of Dumbledore's office.

He looked at the two stone statues in front of him and said, "A pile of cockroaches."