All in all, Harry was quite clever; he kept the secret of being a Parselmouth very well, at least Kaisen didn't hear any strange rumors when he woke up the next day.
And our poor Neville, the cruel studies had already made him start looking for Madam Pomfrey for hair growth potion.
But this kid, if he wasn't a Gryffindor, his courage was extraordinary. For example, when he got the hair growth potion, he also took a bottle of living death potion and directly drugged Ron in the dormitory.
Just like that, Neville, holding Ron's old wand in his left hand and Harry's flying broomstick in his right, quickly arrived at the Alchemy classroom.
"Speaking of which, I originally intended to save all their gifts for Christmas, but first, Harry's glasses were given out early."
"Secondly, it's uncomfortable for Ron to always use an unsuitable wand, so I'll give it to him early." Neville stood on the Enchanting Table, carefully inscribing the enchantment of loyalty onto Ron's wand.
"Hmm, what about Hermione? What are you planning to give Hermione?" In the work area of the office, Kaisen was building a magic ritual platform with arcane bricks and arcane steps synthesized from stone and magic crystals.
"I've seen her Christmas card; she wants a pet, which is not something Alchemy can do... Actually, I initially wanted to make her a mysterious little puppet. It's the kind of thing they each get in third year, but I think Hermione wouldn't like something so cold and clammy," Neville explained.
"When I have time, I can accompany you to Diagon Alley to buy Hermione a gift."
Kaisen pointed his staff at the ritual platform he had already built, and almost instantly, the platform began to transform into a huge arcane infusion altar, with a floating black cube in the very center, emitting light from its cracks.
"It's done!"
"It's done!"
Kaisen and Neville spoke in sync, but the latter looked towards Kaisen with some confusion.
"My Merlin, Professor, what is this?"
Neville looked at this unheard-of huge infusion altar with a blank expression.
"As for its use, I don't know yet. Oh, Neville, go to that elemental canning machine and help me get those full cans." Kaisen said while taking the already enchanted Ron's wand from Neville's hand.
"Hmm... what kind of untold horror story has this wand endured?"
He said, hiding his staff in his sleeve, after all, if Ron's wand saw his staff, it would be like a pure little rabbit seeing a grotesque film.
It would scare it.
"Hmm... Willow, Unicorn hair... I don't have willow here... Neville, wait a moment, I'm going out."
With that, only Neville was left in the entire office, facing an estimated thirty-plus elemental cans.
"... Ah, this..."
On the other side, at the Whomping Willow.
Kaisen crept slowly towards the Whomping Willow with a full sense of stealth, until he had reached its side. Almost instantly, with a diamond sword in hand, he directly cut off a very small willow branch and quickly apparated back.
"Oh, very efficient." He looked at the elemental cans that Neville had already moved, a little surprised. Even moving two at a time with the Levitation Charm would take a few minutes, but he didn't expect it to be done so quickly.
Then Neville showed him a trick that made him look like a fool.
Neville waved his wand and chanted a spell, and all thirty-plus elemental cans flew up simultaneously.
"...???"
"Is this the level of magic you, a second-year, should have?" Kaisen asked, bewildered.
"I've practiced for a long time, it's just a matter of familiarity," Neville said a little shyly.
"...Impressive, impressive."
After genuinely praising him, Kaisen sent Neville to place candles under the infusion altar, as the infusion process could fail, and placing candles would increase the infusion altar's stability, reducing the possibility of failure.
As for himself, he began to repair Ron's old wand by tearing the Whomping Willow branch into individual wood fibers.
"Oh, Neville, what about your own wand?"
Neville, who was placing candles under the glass floor of the infusion altar, paused: "I haven't enchanted my own wand. I thought that perhaps one day my parents would recover, and then I would have to return the wand to him."
"...They're at St. Mungo's?" Kaisen asked.
"Yes."
In the afternoon, Neville left the office in a hurry. Perhaps he hadn't controlled the dosage well when he drugged Ron, and he was about to wake up.
Kaisen, on the other hand, pulled out a roll of black silk from the cabinet and placed it directly on the surface of the infusion altar, intending to infuse it with magic to make some clothes later.
Then the infusion altar exploded.
"..."
"To think of my lifelong reputation, I actually forgot to light the candles."
Kaisen, who had rebuilt the infusion altar, ran a hand through his hair, somewhat disheveled, and took out a new roll of silk.
.....
In the evening, Kaisen left the office and walked towards the Great Hall to have some dinner. All the Little Wizardss he met along the way looked at him with strange smiles.
"What's going on? Carnell, is there something strange on my back?" Kaisen directly pulled over a Little Wizards and asked.
Carnell looked at Kaisen and shook his head: "No, Professor, there's nothing."
"....."
The latter clearly didn't quite believe it. He took off his Wizard robe and examined it carefully...
There was nothing.
"That's strange. Some prank by the Weasley Twins? What's so funny about this?"
Kaisen walked towards the Great Hall, a little puzzled.
Upon arriving at the Great Hall, the atmosphere remained strange. Every Little Wizards, and even every Professor, looked at him with a strange smile.
"Dumbledore, what's going on? Did my teaching students to create a Wither get exposed? Will the Ministry of Magic come directly to Hogwarts to check fireplace permits and take me to Azkaban?"
"No, no, of course not." Dumbledore shook his head, calmly saying nothing.
Soon, Professor McGonagall came, carrying the Sorting Hat, with the Weasley Twins following behind her, carrying a stool...
"What's going on? Does Hogwarts accept transfer students?" Kaisen asked again.
"You'll know in a moment."
Soon, Professor McGonagall directed the Weasley Twins to place the stool in the center of the Great Hall, and she also pulled out a piece of parchment from her pocket.
"The Sorting Ceremony begins now."
Professor McGonagall cleared her throat.
"Kaisen Heath!"
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