The second-floor corridor of Hogwarts.
A huge, slimy Basilisk crawled out of a pipe opening, its long, slender tongue flicking out of its mouth, and along with Tom in its head, it quickly found a suitable prey.
A Little Wizard wearing a Wizard robe and a pair of jeans, bouncing around—clearly a Muggle Little Wizard.
Tom had already made up his mind. Although the Basilisk's death gaze had been thwarted by a Little Wizard's glasses some time ago, such an embarrassing situation would absolutely not happen again.
Even if this Little Wizard also happened to be wearing glasses, it didn't matter. He could just finish him off with a tail whip, smashing him to pieces, and then use his fragments on the ground to announce his return.
Things went almost exactly as he expected. This Muggle Little Wizard was petrified. Just as Tom was about to control his tail to strike, a buzzing roar echoed, and the petrified Little Wizard abruptly vanished from the spot, leaving not even a speck of dust.
"Hiss, hiss, hiss~" [Huh?]
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"Professor, where are your glasses?"
In the Alchemy classroom, Fred asked Kaisen.
"Aren't they right there? Stuck on the left lens."
Kaisen replied.
"But Professor, didn't you say yesterday that between aesthetics and your own life, you must choose life?" Myer, who was the first to get the glasses yesterday and was hit with a binding curse, said with some resentment.
"Who said I didn't choose life?"
The next moment, a faint blue light film suddenly appeared in front of Kaisen's eyes, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
"Professor, why don't we have that?"
"Oh, come on. Not even Dumbledore gets that treatment."
"Keep working on the next problem… But to make you a little happier, I promise that if all of you get an E on this monthly exam, I'll give you… Jordan, go close the back door. George, go close the front door. I'll tell you something that could easily land you in Azkaban."
Hearing Kaisen say this, all the Little Wizards in the classroom looked up excitedly, and the two Little Wizards who were called out quickly poked their heads out the door, confirming that no one was approaching the corridor before closing the doors tightly.
"Professor, you tell us, we promise not to spread it," Fred said excitedly.
"Oh, come on. Which one of my classes hasn't been spread around? Now, everyone stand up!" Kaisen didn't believe a single word these Little Wizards said.
He personally began confiscating items including, but not limited to, magical cameras, crystal balls for recording, and various other items capable of preserving images and audio.
After finishing all this, Kaisen stood on the podium, smiling.
"Have you already mastered the use of the Mysterious Puppet?"
"Yes!"
"Next, I'll show you something awesome. Everyone spread out." As he spoke, he also pulled out a large pile of bottles filled with milk and distributed them to everyone in the classroom.
The next moment, the Little Wizards standing in the classroom saw a block that kept wailing appear in the hands of the approachable, highly respected, tirelessly teaching, nurturing, dedicated, and diligent Professor Kaisen.
He arranged this block into a T-shape in the open space in the center of the classroom, then three Decay Skulls were placed on top.
Instantly, the T-shape made of Soul Sand transformed into a pitch-black skeletal frame, without limbs, retaining only the spine and ribs.
The three pitch-black skulls on top had terrifyingly large mouths, as if screaming something shrill that no one could distinguish.
Kaisen quickly surrounded the Wither with obsidian and iron bars, then turned to look at the Little Wizards.
"This thing is called a Wither. Isn't it cool?"
"Cool!"
"Even if it's cool, I won't give them to you. After all, a thing like this is too dangerous for you. Don't let it fool you, floating quietly in there. It won't be long before it fully awakens, and the first thing it will do is blow up everything alive."
"But I'm showing you this not to turn you into suicide bombers or some ridiculous Pokémon trainers, but as an amulet."
"Professor… Are you saying this thing can be made into… an amulet?" Angelina asked, looking at the terrifying, constantly wailing thing in the cage behind Kaisen, her worldview somewhat shattered.
"Of course, I'm not asking you to use this original version to make amulets. I will give you some smaller raw materials so you can make smaller Withers. Because of insufficient energy in the raw materials, they will not awaken into their complete form."
"To awaken, they can only choose to prey on and devour various undead creatures, such as Inferi, Dementors… Ordinary ghosts are also within their diet, so I do not recommend you release their restraints."
"The shrieking sound they make is inaudible to humans, but for undead creatures, it's as painful as humans hearing fingernails scratching glass."
After Kaisen finished speaking, he tactically took a sip of oolong tea from his thermos.
"And one last thing: you absolutely must not think about gathering all your raw materials together to create a complete Wither this large, unless you want me and all of you to have a team-building trip to Azkaban."
"Professor, then this big one you made…" George suddenly raised his hand and asked.
"That's why I told you to close the front and back doors. This class is just for us; no outsiders."
"Hmm… Well said, very well said."
An old voice suddenly appeared behind Kaisen.
Dumbledore slowly reached out and placed his hand on him.
"Kaisen, come with me for a moment… Before that, deal with this thing first."
"Oh… Of course… Do you want some tea? I don't mind you." Kaisen stiffly turned his head and said to Dumbledore.
"Deal with this thing first."
"Of course, of course."
Kaisen quickly made a cage out of obsidian, and a series of ender crystals flew into it in a line. Soon, he reached inside and pulled out a shimmering Nether Star.
"Do you want it? It's a gift for you."
"No, thank you. You keep it."
The two left the classroom. Before Kaisen left, he didn't forget to take a moment to tell the Little Wizards that class was over.
In the blink of an eye, the two arrived at the Principal's office.
"What happened… Oh…"
"Colin Creevey. His roommates were playing Wizard Chess in the dormitory, and he, petrified, was suddenly teleported to his bed."
Dumbledore explained, while Kaisen, holding a white light, slowly integrated it into Colin Creevey's body.
Soon, Colin came back to life. Seeing Kaisen in front of him instead of the terrifying great snake, he sighed in relief. The next moment, he quickly hugged Kaisen and burst into tears.
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