Dumbledore? He knows nothing about MC alchemy.

"Let's deal with this first."

"Of course."

Kaisen quickly made a cage with obsidian, and a series of end crystals flew into it in a line. Soon he reached in and took out a shining netherworld star.

"Do you want it? I'll give it to you."

"No, thank you. You can keep it."

The two left the classroom, and before leaving, Kaisen took the time to tell the little wizards that the get out of class was over.

The two arrived at the principal's office in the blink of an eye.

"What happened...oh..."

"Colin Creevey. His roommates were playing Wizard Chess in the dormitory when he was petrified and suddenly teleported to his bed."

Dumbledore explained, while Kaisen was already holding the white light and slowly integrating it into Colin Creevey's body.

Soon Colin came back to life. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Kaisen in front of him instead of the scary big snake. The next moment he quickly hugged Kaisen in front of him and burst into tears.

Chapter 95 Loyalty

Kaisen and Dumbledore coaxed him seriously for a long time until Dumbledore called Colin's friends back. He calmed down a little and followed his friends back to Gryffindor Tower with his new glasses.

"Well... at least the situation is still within an acceptable range for now." Dumbledore said quietly as he sat in his seat.

"...You are the headmaster, so you can sit still." Kaisen gave Dumbledore a thumbs up.

"I know you're mocking me, just take that thumb away."

Kaisen nodded, thought for a moment and then gave a flash of his middle finger.

"I've been researching the history of Hogwarts recently, wanting to find out where this basilisk, which has existed for nearly seventy years, came from. Sadly, I discovered that this basilisk's history is even longer than Professor Binns's, who teaches History of Magic."

Dumbledore pulled out a piece of parchment he had written about the Hogwarts Basilisk.

It contains various information about the basilisk that he compiled from the history of Hogwarts, the history of magic, various unofficial histories and miscellaneous legends.

Kaisen took a closer look and found that this history was indeed much longer than that of Professor Binns. It could be traced back to when the four giants of Hogwarts were still alive. Salazar Slytherin built a secret room in the castle. Legend has it that the heir of Slytherin would open the secret room and obtain the treasure inside to eliminate all impure bloodlines.

"Slytherin's house animal is the snake. So your theory is quite plausible. So when Voldemort possessed Lockhart, he had him place his notebook inside the Chamber of Secrets."

"After his soul left Lockhart, it was pulled back by the Horcrux notebook and happened to attach itself to the so-called Slytherin treasure, the basilisk. It makes perfect sense." Kaisen nodded in agreement.

"All we need now is to find out where Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets is. I've made a list of outstanding living members of Slytherin's history. Perhaps asking them will yield some results."

Dumbledore stood up and pulled out a piece of parchment from the bookshelf behind him and handed it to Kaysen.

The latter took it and took a first look.

"Yes, I know them all, but I'm just an acquaintance with them. If they really knew this secret, I don't think they would reveal it to me. After all, their nephews and nephews are not the prey of the Slytherin heir."

Kaisen put the list on the table. As for the names on the list, he had really seen them all, starting with the oldest one, Sgraughorn. They had met in the banquet hall of the Ministry of Magic, and Kaisen had received a bottle of Felixir at that time.

The younger one was Snape. Although he usually had a sour face, he was not the kind of person who did not care about the lives of young wizards. Moreover, last semester, Draco called Hermione a mudblood, and he reacted so strongly. It was unlikely that he had any hatred towards Muggle-born wizards.

"Tom has lost his mind and doesn't consider purebloods his prey. I remain silent about this."

Kaisen touched his chin: "Oh... Are the Weasleys also pure-bloods?"

"The mainstream view in the wizarding world is... yes."

"It's said that the Weasley family is a good parent. If those pure-blood families could teach their children half as well as the Weasleys, the wizarding world would truly have a bright future."

"Hmm..." Dumbledore, who hadn't been a professor for many years, didn't have the bad habit of going off topic like a professor. He naturally redirected the topic in the right direction: "I asked Hagrid to buy a lot of roosters. They are the natural enemy of the basilisk."

"...Do you know about Muggle phonographs? Although Hogwarts will interfere with electromagnetic signals, the old-fashioned record players should be okay." Kaisen said.

"You don't know how expensive firewood and rice are until you manage the household. Buying a rooster is cheaper."

"Okay...anything else?"

"Not yet... and there's also the matter of teaching students to create those dangerous alchemical creatures..." Dumbledore suddenly realized midway through his speech that he had not yet settled the accounts with Kaisen and Wither.

“…Goodbye.”

Kaisen, who had escaped back to the alchemy office, breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the red glowing crystal ball button on the desk and pressed it.

Neville flew in slowly on his broomstick. The gift for Harry had been delivered in advance.

After all, we don’t know how long the glasses will be bound this time. If we don’t send them by then, we may not have the chance to send them again.

This time, Neville brought a new topic.

"Ron's wand was picked up from his elders, and he's having trouble using it. I want to give it to him...um...how can I help him?"

Kaisen sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. "It's not just Ron's. I noticed your wand is also...old. But the Longbottom family is much better off than the Weasley family. Do you mind explaining why?"

Neville tightened his grip on his wand: "This is my father's wand. I don't want to lose it."

"Condolences."

Neville shook his head awkwardly: "He's not dead, he's just unconscious in St. Mungo's Hospital."

"...I can't comfort you about this kind of thing...why are they doing this?"

Neville shook his head: "I don't know."

"If you don't know, then don't know. If you can't remember, then forget it. If you want to make a wand that matches Ron... it's easy."

A shimmering book appeared in Kaisen's hands.

"The magic recorded in this enchantment book is loyalty. All you need to do is have Ron use this enchantment book to enchant his wand... Of course, you can do it for me. You just need to make a few minor changes to the book."

Neville was really tempted when he saw the enchanted book: "Can I secretly take his wand at night?"

Boom!

Hey!

Neville covered his head and said, "Professor, why did you hit me?"

"First-year student Colin Creevey was just petrified by a basilisk in broad daylight, and now you still want to go out for a night stroll?" Kaisen said angrily.

"Isn't this the life-saving teleportation you designed?"

"Then you should pray that when he finds you, he kills you with his eyes instead of swallowing you with his bloody mouth." Kaisen said speechlessly.

Chapter 96 Talking Wall?

[Author's note: This chapter has a plot related to grammar. I'm using Chinese grammar and context, so please don't substitute English grammar.]

"Professor, don't be angry." Neville is now much more confident than he was in the first grade. He smiled and yelled at Kaisen, begging for forgiveness.

"Alright, this is your lesson for today. Decipher the principles of this enchanted book. Why can it make an object remain loyal to its owner? Remember to write me a paper. Choose between ten feet and five thousand words and return it to me."

He gave the enchanted book to Neville and asked him to study and decipher it.

Kaisen was still sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, and the red crystal ball on the desk not far away lit up again.

He casually threw the book in his hand over there.

The throw was very accurate, and the door of the office in the distance opened. Harry stood outside the door and looked at Neville who was studying in the office area far away and the leisurely Professor Kaysen.

Then he remembered that just ten minutes ago he had lost his mind and lent Neville his broom, and he wanted to die immediately.

However, wanting to die is just a verbal statement and one cannot really die. Even if the road is long, one still has to keep going.

Kaisen finished reading a magazine, looked up in Harry's direction, and when he was halfway there, he thought for a moment and took out another magazine. After reading half of this magazine, Harry, wearing the silver-wire round-frame glasses made for him by Neville, finally appeared in front of him, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"You're in good shape, worthy of being a seeker." Kaisen praised him and poured him a cup of tea.

"Thank you, Professor. I went to the library to return a book this morning. When I came back, I heard a strange sound. The sound seemed to come from the wall, or perhaps it was something inside the wall." Harry finished his tea in one breath, still panting.

"Don't be so anxious and speak slowly. Neville, continue studying and don't join in all the fun."

Kaisen put the magazine in his hand on the coffee table and said.

"Professor, I also heard the wall, or the thing inside the wall, speaking."

"...What did that thing say?"

Harry took a deep breath and unconsciously tilted his head towards the sky.

"Let me think about it, he said a lot about you."

Neville raised his head and was hit on the head by a flying cube.

"Go on."

"What did that voice say... [Why did it disappear?] [What is this?] [Space magic? Alchemy?] [Hmm, this is alchemy...] [It's only been a few decades? I don't recognize alchemy?] [Damn alchemy, damn Kaisenhis, it must be his doing.]"

"I can't quite remember the order in which the voice said it, and the sound wasn't particularly clear, so that's all I wrote down."

Kaisen scratched his chin awkwardly and asked, "Where did you hear that strange sound?"

Harry scratched his head. "The third floor corridor of Hogwarts."

"The corridor on the third floor? Which ghost is that? But I don't remember having any conflicts with that ghost. Normally, even Peeves would say hello to me when he sees me." Kaisen was also a little confused.

Harry recalled again: "Oh, Professor Kaysen, the location of that voice is very strange. It often changes its location. Sometimes it is on the ceiling of the corridor on the third floor, sometimes it is on the wall of the corridor on the third floor, and sometimes it is under the floor of the corridor."

"Emmmm... Honestly, this is a bit beyond my knowledge, but I can still make some inferences."

"Why did it disappear? What is this? These two sentences should be one and the same, but there's something missing, like what's going on..."

"But why would it disappear... None of the alchemical creations I made would disappear, and the iron golems were all dormant there... Wait..."

Kaisen suddenly discovered the key point: "Harry, when did you hear that sound? What was the approximate direction of the sound?"

Harry thought for a moment, "It was probably around nine in the morning. The direction of the sound should have been from the corridor floor, the left wall, the corridor ceiling, the right wall, and finally to the corridor floor again before disappearing."

"It's nine o'clock, around nine forty. The sound first came from the second-floor corridor... You guys stay here and don't leave. I have something to do outside!"

Kaisen said this and teleported away.

Neville looked up curiously and wanted to ask Harry what was going on.

The next moment, Kaisen appeared behind him and gave him a ruthless justice from heaven.

"I knew you'd be distracted, study hard!"

After Justice from Heaven ended, Kaisen teleported to the principal's office again.