"Professor, I mean, is this thing really safe?"
Neville watched Kaisen lying on a slab on the infusion altar, with crystal fragments of wind element placed on the surrounding display tables.
The cube floating in mid-air continued to rotate silently.
"Don't worry, I've done a lot of rituals to improve stability this time, there's absolutely no problem… Oh, right, remember to close the door when you leave later."
Neville shook his head: "Professor, I'm not talking about stability, but whether this thing can really be applied to people? I remember last time you used it to make magical fabric."
"The Enchanting Table theoretically can't be applied… no." Kaisen accidentally misspoke and immediately corrected himself: "What I mean is that this thing is theoretically like the Enchanting Table; it can be used on objects, and it can also be used on the human body. You can leave now, remember to close the door."
"Alright then." Neville nodded and walked towards the door. When he reached a large machine, he deftly hid behind it, quietly looking at the distant infusion altar through the glass cover.
That way, if there was really any danger, he could get Professor Kaisen to the Medical Wing as quickly as possible.
Meanwhile, Kaisen pulled out his wand and tapped the topmost cube.
Almost instantly, a brilliant blue light surged from the cube's cracks, and then the elements in the elemental jars surrounding the infusion altar were captured by the infusion altar's magic.
The wind and speed elements in the elemental jars were drawn to the cube, where they merged into flying elements.
At the same time, the wind element fragments on the surrounding tables also began to melt, disappearing directly from their original spots.
Bang!
Neville, greatly alarmed, immediately mounted his broom and activated the Nimbus 2000's speed, flying straight towards the infusion altar like a Seeker's final dive.
In almost an instant, he arrived at the infusion altar's… former site, which had exploded into ruins. Aside from the pitch-black architectural debris, not a single hair was left.
"Professor Kaisen… dead?"
Neville's small face wrinkled almost instantly, and he swayed precariously, about to fall from his flying broom.
"I personally suggest that if you're riding a flying broom, it's best to choose one that isn't so fast. Honestly, riding a Nimbus at full speed in the office, it's a wonder you even thought of it."
Hearing this voice, which was both comforting and teasing, Neville covered his face and shook his head: "Professor is dead… huh?"
He turned his head like a startled deer and saw Kaisen sitting cross-legged in mid-air, one hand resting on his knee supporting his face, and the other gripping the back of his collar.
"Pro… Professor? You can fly?"
"Otherwise, what do you think I was doing just now? And what's so strange about that? Besides, how much do you look down on me, to think I'd die in such a small magic experiment?"
Kaisen smiled, lifted Neville by his collar, and placed him on the ground.
"I mean, Professor, you… you're too… I'm…"
"Forget it, if you can't say it, don't say it."
He waved his hand, indicating that Neville was fine and could now safely return to his dormitory to sleep.
As for himself, he had to repair the exploded infusion altar, as well as his poor glass floor, candles, and the surrounding elemental jars.
These were all part of his overtime work tonight.
And tomorrow, he also had to wake up early to take Neville to Diagon Alley to buy a gift for Hermione.
"This damn busyness."
The next day…
"Professor, I'm not late, am I?" Neville appeared early at the alchemy office door, carrying a bag of breakfast.
"Have you eaten?" Kaisen asked this rhetorical question, looking at Neville holding the breakfast bag after opening the door.
"…I have."
"Oh, come in."
Kaisen very naturally took the breakfast and sat down in the office area to eat.
Meanwhile, Neville was calculating his remaining pocket money.
This trip to Diagon Alley was not only to buy a gift for Hermione but also to buy himself a flying broom.
Borrowing Harry's flying broom for so long was somewhat inappropriate, and Quidditch training was becoming more frequent as the Quidditch match approached, so he felt embarrassed to ask Harry again.
"Shall we go now?"
Soon, Neville saw Kaisen finish his breakfast and put on his coat, and asked.
"The earlier we go, the less I'll regret waking up so early."
As October approached, England's temperature had begun to drop noticeably.
In addition to their coats, both of them meticulously wore an extra layer of windproof Wizard robes.
"Professor, I don't understand, why don't we use the Floo Network in the fireplace?"
"I accidentally blew up the Floo Network when I was renovating the office, and I really don't like those guys at the Ministry of Magic, so I haven't found anyone to fix it…"
"Of course, if you want Professor McGonagall to know you snuck out against school rules on Saturday and deduct five or six points, I'd be happy to accompany you to borrow Professor McGonagall's fireplace."
"No, no, flying is fine."
Both of them tightened the drawstrings on their Wizard robes as much as possible, and Neville meticulously put on non-slip gloves, firmly gripping the broomstick of his flying broom.
"Let's go." Kaisen soared into the air, flying directly out through the open window of the French doors. Neville followed suit, carefully inching his way out.
Soon, the two walked out of a pet shop in Diagon Alley.
"This cat… isn't very good-looking. Look at its face, at first glance it looks like it's been hit by an anvil."
Kaisen looked down at the large-faced cat quietly curled up in its cage.
The large-faced cat lazily lifted its eyelids to glance at Kaisen, then immediately turned its head away, as if too lazy to answer Kaisen's impolite question, directly refusing to communicate.
"Hmm… if she doesn't like it, I can take him home and have my grandmother help raise him… but I think Hermione should like it. I remember she likes little things with unique features."
"Unique features?" Kaisen stroked his chin, looked up at the sky, but his gaze subtly shifted to the large-faced cat in the cage.
"To be fair, it's very unique."
Soon, the two walked towards the broom shop. Although the Longbottom family was not short on money, a flying broom, a high-end Alchemy item comparable to a motorcycle, was naturally something Neville, a second-year Little Wizards, couldn't afford in full.
So, they could only choose to buy a used one.
[GG slot available for rent]
"Hmm… I've found a new subject for you to study." Kaisen, walking out of the used broom shop, looked at the Shooting Star in Neville's hand, and a lit light bulb suddenly appeared above his head at a forty-five-degree angle.
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