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

"Oh... I understand. Platform 9 3/4 was suddenly closed for some reason. You were afraid that you could not 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..."

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

"Very good experience, very good solution, so Gryffindor deducted 200 points."

Since Dumbledore opened his mouth and added 250 points to Gryffindor at the end of last semester, Kaisen has gradually let himself go.

After all, the scores of Hogwarts' colleges have been inflated by many times under the operation of Snape and Dumbledore. One more or one less is not much.

"Then professor, is this matter over?" Harry asked expectantly.

"Of course not, Professor McGonagall will know about this." Kaisen shook his head and naturally sat in this somewhat old alchemy car.

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"Mr. Weasley made this?"

"Yes." Ron puffed up his chest with some pride.

"Good craftsmanship. I know where the twins' alchemy talent comes from. And Ron, where do you live?"

"Devonshire, Ottery, the Burrow outside St. Catchpole Village."

Kaysen operated the car in the cab and then got out. Soon the car flew up by itself. As the altitude rose, it slowly turned on the invisible and flew back to the Weasleys' Burrow.

"Now you four may be able to fill your stomachs if you go back. I hope you eat faster. Professor McGonagall's punishment won't wait for you too long..."

As the four little wizards ran back to the hall in disgrace, Kaisen returned to the professor's seat and told Professor McGonagall everything about the incident.

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

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

As Professor McGonagall walked angrily to the Gryffindor long table, Kaisen returned to his office with his achievements hidden.

He was going to start studying what classes he should teach the new third-year wizards tomorrow.

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

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

After all, compared to making an intelligent puppet to help him do some odd jobs, he still likes the fully automatic machinery of industrial assembly lines. The two cannot be compared in terms of efficiency.

The charm of redstone electricity generation.

The next day...

Kaysen was on the podium in the classroom downstairs from his office, looking at the forty-odd heads below.

"....How many people are there in your four colleges this year?"

"Forty-one."

"How many people are there?"

"Forty-one."

Kaysen nodded and knocked on the golden podium taken from the original alchemy classroom: "Thank you... but there is no gold this time."

After saying that, he took out a dark purple little guy from his pocket. It looked exactly like the iron golems standing guard in the castle, but the color had changed and it was proportionally smaller.

"This thing is much smarter than the iron golem. The iron golem is a combat golem, and making it... requires talent and a bit of my thinking power, which is a bit beyond the scope for you third-year wizards."

"So this time I brought a more rational and intelligent puppet. After you make this thing, it will be equivalent to having a low-profile house elf."

"You can let it help you do any easy chores, from helping you get books during class to being your alchemy assistant."

Kaysen held the little puppet with both hands and explained, until he saw that the little wizards under the podium were eager to try, he took out an alchemical crucible.

"This is an alchemical crucible, which is completely different from Severus's alchemy crucible...but the usage is the same."

Kaysen snapped his fingers, and the shining light instantly appeared in front of each of them.

He waved his wand again, and more than 40 alchemical crucibles flew down from the upstairs in a line.

"Did Severus remind you when you were in potion class that you can't put any raw materials in the classroom into your mouth?"

The young wizards under the podium nodded in unison.

"That's fine. If you haven't learned potion class, I would have to take the time to remind you." Kaisen waved his wand again, and a series of elemental bottles and purple metal cubes flew down from the upstairs and landed on the table in front of each young wizard.

"I can only say that alchemy also has some of my thinking power. I hope you won't be too surprised next."

"Everyone, take the bucket next to your table and fill the alchemy crucible with water, then pick up the purple metal block. This is called mysterious metal. It is a new substance I have alchemized. It will appear in various alchemy supply stores when my new paper is published."

"And the small bottles of elements are human, mobile, and soul. They will also be put on the alchemy store when the paper is published. As for how these elements come from... you haven't learned much yet."

Then Kaisen led the little wizards to use a method similar to brewing magic potions, pouring various things into the crucible, and then the crucible spit out small puppets for them.

The principle is unknown, and the reason is unknown. Anyway, it can be done, and most alchemy is like this.

People know that the Philosopher's Stone can transform matter into gold, but they don't know why it can be transformed into gold.

It can be said that the discipline of alchemy has been extremely contradictory since its birth. On the one hand, as long as you follow the steps, put something at the step, or make more detailed inscriptions, you can replicate the achievements of the predecessors one by one, which is reproducible.

However, generation after generation of alchemists cannot grasp the deep principles of it, but it is normal. Magic is idealistic from the beginning, and it has never been logical.

Compared with spells, the two disciplines of alchemy and magic potions are already very logical.