Kaisen quickly enchanted the glasses, then placed the ender pearl stained with the Little Wizards's blood into the miniaturized teleportation machine, and finally, the duplicate glasses, already enchanted by Snape, were put into a box.
"Next, put the machine by your bedside, or anywhere safe, really.
Always wear the glasses; there's no need to take them off… Wait, I'll add a binding curse for you.
Anyway, these feel like you're not wearing anything; they won't affect you when you shower or sleep, and with a built-in cleaning spell, you don't even need to wipe them.
How convenient is that?"
He quickly added a binding curse and handed it to the Little Wizards in front of him.
"Then, Professor, when can I take them off?"
"After we kill that Basilisk, next!"
Time flew by, and Kaisen's movements went from mechanical to numb, until a familiar person sat down in front of him.
As one of the few Wizards who wore glasses, he didn't go to Professor Dumbledore to custom-make his; instead, he bit the bullet and handed his own glasses, identical to his father's, to Snape.
Snape stiffly cast the duplicating spell on the glasses, then returned them to Harry with a grip so strong it seemed he could crush a Troll's head bare-handed.
"Hmm… these glasses are quite old.
Have you thought about getting new ones?"
Although Kaisen spoke to Harry, his gaze fell on Neville, who was several places behind Harry in line.
Neville noticed the gaze, hesitated for a moment, then, steeling himself, took out the glasses he had made for Harry.
Kaisen beckoned when he saw this.
"This is a gift I made for you, of course, it can't compare to what Professor Dumbledore makes…" Neville said softly, a little embarrassed, standing beside Harry.
"No… it's very precious.
I don't want it to be a sacrifice." Harry took the glasses, conjured a delicate glasses case, put the glasses inside, and carefully put it away.
"This…."
Kaisen looked at the somewhat hesitant Neville and then spoke to Harry: "Alright, isn't it good that Neville's handmade gift can save your life?"
"But…" Harry touched the glasses in his pocket, then looked at Neville, and finally took out the glasses again, biting the bullet once more as he walked towards Snape.
Neville, meanwhile, breathed a sigh of relief, looked back at where he had been standing in line, and the Little Wizards had indeed left a space for him, but thinking about how he had delayed the line by standing at the front for so long, he still walked to the end of the queue.
Snape, for once, acted uncharacteristically human; when duplicating Harry's new glasses, his movements were unusually gentle.
After Harry retrieved his glasses, he looked back at Neville, who was already at the end of the line, thought for a moment, patted the shoulder of the Little Wizards behind him, and also walked to the end of the queue.
"Wow…" Sitting on the Great Hall steps, Ron and Hermione, already wearing their glasses, sat side by side, each with a glass of lemonade, and two unopened glasses of lemonade at their feet.
"Now I know why Professor Kaisen had Neville do Alchemy in advance; turns out he was making a gift for Harry," Ron said, taking a gulp of lemonade.
"We should have one too, right?
What do you think Neville will give me?"
"Perhaps something you already have."
"Oh… How about I write Neville a 'Christmas Limited Edition' greeting card this year?"
"….. I won't.
I can't give Neville anything good, so I won't write one.
I'll be happy with whatever Neville gives me."
"Oh, you'll hurt Neville's feelings like that.
Trust me, Neville really wants to know what kind of gift you like, otherwise, think about how exhausting it is to rack your brain for gifts every Christmas Eve," Hermione comforted him.
"…You're right.
Do you think Neville would like a complete set of Chocolate Frog cards?
That's the only thing I have that's presentable." Ron put his lemonade on the ground and rested his chin on his hands.
"Neville is just like you; he'll be happy with whatever you give him, trust me."
"…That's best."
Time quickly ended, and Kaisen stretched vigorously after adjusting the last Little Wizards's teleportation device.
Next were the Professors.
Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Flitwick already had glasses, so their machines were quickly debugged, but unlike the students, the Professors' glasses were not enchanted with a binding curse, as Professors all had basic self-control and wouldn't struggle with a simple choice between aesthetics, comfort, and life.
After two or three more Professors, Professor Sprout, who had already finished, returned once more.
"These are Lockhart's; he didn't dare to come see you, so he asked me to, and he also gave me his blood," Professor Sprout said with a hint of helplessness.
"Good heavens, is he a child?" Kaisen said, somewhat exasperated, as he debugged Lockhart's machine.
He also added a binding curse to Lockhart's glasses for good measure.
Although Lockhart was somewhat brainless, his magic was terrible, he was vain, greasy, and liked to steal others' glory, he could still be considered somewhat human, and his sins were not punishable by death.
Moreover, Lockhart was much more well-behaved now; he wasn't as flamboyant in class, and he would take a detour when he saw Kaisen, and if he couldn't avoid him, he would wear a fawning smile.
Hmm… much more human than the time in Diagon Alley.
"Give this to him, and also, help me pass on a message to him: I'm not some man-eating devil; there's no need to avoid me so ridiculously… although I still have the urge to plant him in a flowerpot and make him neighbors with the Mandrake," Kaisen said, handing the glasses and machine to Professor Sprout.
"I will deliver the message."
Next was Filch.
Filch's glasses didn't seem to be made by Professor Dumbledore, or rather, none of the Professors' glasses were made by Professor Dumbledore.
Although they weren't specialized in Alchemy, making a pair of glasses wasn't a difficult task for them.
However, this kind of precise work was a bit difficult for Filch; the glasses he pulled out even had their temples glued on, with white scabs of dried glue on them.
Perhaps he had found them somewhere, glasses discarded by Little Wizards, and was too embarrassed to ask the Professors for help repairing them, so he clumsily glued them himself…
Kaisen looked at the glasses, then looked up at the somewhat embarrassed Filch, and simply pulled out a parchment and a quill from his person.
"Draw the style of glasses you like; I'll make a pair for you."
Filch awkwardly picked up the quill and, after a long pause, managed to blurt out: "Thank you."
Soon after Filch's teleportation device was made, Kaisen was finally able to finish work and return to his office.
He took out the parchment and quill…
"It's time to design a new skin for myself… Oh… I mean, new glasses."
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