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

"Hmm..." The Sorting Hat whispered softly on Kayson's head.

The next moment, before it could speak, Dumbledore pulled him down.

He put the hat back on the cabinet and looked at Dumbledore looking at Kayson with a smile in his eyes.

"...I need a damn explanation. The Sorting Hat and I are in love, and it's your turn as a monster to oppose it???"

"Because you're not ready yet. Trust me, it will be soon... Let's get back to business. Do you want to ask Harry if the sound he heard could be the sound made by the basilisk, or Tom who controls the basilisk? The sound it made?"

Kayson looked at the Sorting Hat that had been placed on the top of the cabinet with dark eyes, and made up his mind to take it away one day when Dumbledore was not around.

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However, he did not reveal the slightest thought, but said seriously: "Magic is so vast, this should happen."

Dumbledore nodded: "Indeed, such as Parseltongue."

"...Can you understand snakes?"

"Not only that, but he can also speak the language of snakes and command snakes."

"Harry should be very happy to hear that. This is considered a specialty anyway." Kayson said.

"Not necessarily. Parseltongue is one of the hallmarks of Salazar Slytherin. The Parseltongues from him on are all extremely powerful dark wizards. It's best to tell him clearly and let him protect his secrets."

"Isn't this pure survivor bias? It's a pity that no one in the wizarding world teaches mathematics." Kayson watched Dumbledore stand up, curled his lips, and stood up as well.

"I'm going to take a look in the corridor Harry mentioned. Maybe I can find their hiding place through the pipe. If you don't get enough, you can get a few more bottles." Dumbledore pointed to the cabinet in the corner.

"Really?"

"Of course as long as you accept my advance on your salary."

"Forehead..."

When Kayson returned to the office, he stretched hard. Harry was leaning on the sofa leisurely and eating potato chips, while poor Neville had his head lowered, with the Rune Dictionary in his left hand and the Rune Dictionary in his right hand. Enchanted book.

At this moment, he was wondering why this damn rune character was used in this way.

Is this a bug?

There are also bugs in what Professor Kaison made?

Impossible, I was definitely wrong, so I'm going to go over it again.

It wouldn't be a big deal if Kaison knew about Neville's mental activities. After all, strictly speaking, they were not bugs, but features.

If it's replicable, why isn't it a feature?

"Professor, what happened to your question?" Harry asked.

"Oh, it's not a big deal. The voice you heard should be the voice of a basilisk. In other words, you are a Parselmouth."

Neville, who was checking the calculations on the blank parchment, almost scratched the quill from the parchment to Harry's face.

At this time, he raised his head and looked at Harry, who looked confused, and Kaysen, who was relaxed.

"Isn't that wrong? Harry is a Parseltongue?"

Kaysen nodded: "Well, at least according to what Harry said, yes."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked confused.

"Almost all the Parseltongues that have been recorded since ancient times came from famous dark wizards in Slytherin, from Salazar Slytherin to the recent Voldemort. They are all." Kaysen raised his head while turning Na Wei pressed it back again.

To be a student, you need to be a student.

At the same time, he was frightening Harry with his evil intentions.

Harry, on the other hand, felt as if someone had taken away his spine, and he collapsed on the sofa limply, and even the highlights in his eyes were gone.

"I'm a dark wizard...I'm a dark wizard...I'm a dark wizard...I said, why does the Sorting Hat want to sort me into Slytherin... ...I am a dark wizard..."

"Who said you were a dark wizard? It's just that other famous dark wizards happened to have the same nature as you." Kayson pulled Harry's head with his hand in a strange way.

"I am a dark wizard... I am a dark wizard... I am a dark wizard... Wuwuwu... I don't want to be a dark wizard... I am a black wizard wizard......"

"Is he like this in the dormitory?" Kayson asked Neville.

"Actually, it's only here with you... Well... I think it might be like a child acting coquettishly towards his father. Ron always interacts with his father like this when he is at home. "Neville recalled and explained.

"Thank you so much, Harry, for making me such an innocent and innocent boy...well...a male teacher happy to be a father."

I graduated from Manchester five years ago...

Well... Strictly speaking, he is no longer a male.

"Professor, what should I do?" Harry looked at Kaysen and said as if his phone suddenly turned on.

"Don't tell anyone about this except your closest friends. Your close friends will keep comforting you and do everything possible to make you feel better when they know about it. But if you tell other people about this, That's what they use to attack you."

Harry nodded absentmindedly: "But why do you look so strange, Professor?"

Kaysen waved his hand: "It's okay. Didn't you say before that the Sorting Hat wanted to put you in Slytherin? I just remembered something that bothered me."

"What?" Harry and Neville, who was supposed to be doing the exercises and checking the calculations, raised their heads at the same time.

"Just now I was in the principal's office and wanted the Sorting Hat to sort me, but Dumbledore interrupted me... Old bee... Old helper!"

"Let's not talk about this. Did you write down everything I told you?" Kaysen looked at Harry and said.

Harry nodded, not knowing whether he had written it down or not. Anyway, when he left, he forgot to ask Neville to ride his broom out. Maybe his head was buzzing and he hadn't reacted yet.

"Professor... Come and take a look at these two symbols. I feel something is wrong no matter how I look at them." After Harry left, Neville finally got back to his state and asked Kaysen.

"Yes, Neville, this is why I asked you to learn. There is a big difference between the runes in the dictionary and the runes actually used." Kaisen sat on the sofa and took out a magazine while reading it and said in a rhythmic manner.

"Then this paper........."

"The paper is still ten feet or five thousand words. If it is well written, it has a chance to be published in the European Alchemy Journal."

"Professor........."

"Hmm?"

"I want to die........."

"What nonsense are you talking about."

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