Hogwarts: I rely on MC to pretend to be an alchemy professor - Chapter 160

When Kayson and Dumbledore left the Wizengamot Hall, they took their time slowly until a figure appeared next to Kayson.

Kaysen glanced at Lester with his peripheral vision and his pupils shrank.

To be honest, when he was being tried, he took a special look at Lester, and he voted to acquit himself.

In fact, Kaysen hoped that he could vote for his guilt, so that he could return the favor by touching his head with the anvil quickly and regularly.

And in that way, in his own eyes, he was just an ordinary little Auror of the Ministry of Magic, a little Karami who had no brains to support Fudge. He would not have the slightest psychological pressure to stay away or talk trash.

But it was different now. When he almost smashed him to death with an anvil, he could still vote not guilty for himself.

What kind of person is this?

A noble person, a philanthropic person, a wise person, a kind person.

For such a person, he always feels that it would be a bit rude to others if he takes a step and runs away now.

“What are you thinking about?” Lester asked a little strangely, watching Kaisen’s eyes rolling.

As for Dumbledore, he gave up space to the two young men early.

“I’m thinking, why did you vote for me not guilty? There’s still a bit of grudge between the two of us, right?” Kaison asked, shaking off all the weird thoughts in his mind.

“You are doing the right thing. Why can’t I give the green light to a right person and a just person? Of course, I still don’t agree with you using magic to decorate the Muggle world.” Lester said seriously. .

“You are quite a nice person.” Kaisen said with a smile.

“Thank you for the compliment… Even though I don’t like you because it was our first meeting, you are indeed a good person.” Lester happily admitted such a compliment. Obviously, this kind of inadvertent praise was very helpful to him. Very useful.

“I… It’s okay. By the way, aren’t you an Auror? If you just vote not guilty, will Fudge target you?” Kayson then asked.

“No, because since that day when you were in the office with Dumbledore and Fudge, and I said I forgive you… ……..I was fired.” Lester said with some embarrassment.

“Then you are now…”

“In addition to the dozen or so shops left by the family in the most prosperous areas of Diagon Alley, the family estate that occupies an entire island, and Gringotts’ highest-level trust fund, there is also the Wizengamot passed down to me by my father. Seats, mountains of gold galleons in the treasury, and the great magic experiment I am doing, I really have nothing left,” Lester said bitterly.

“Oh…” Kaysen listened in silence to Lester’s Versailles speech. The rationality in his brain told him that Lester should have said that on purpose. The purpose is to wow others.

And he had just helped him in the Wizengamot, so it was understandable that he should cooperate with his little habit of Versailles in return, and there was nothing wrong with him at all.

It’s a pity that not everything in the world will proceed according to his ideas, such as his mouth. Obviously, his mouth is very fast, and he expresses subconscious yin and yang weirdness more than twice as fast.

“Then you are really pitiful, you have nothing…”

The corners of Lester’s mouth twitched: “I still have something to do, I have to go home and sleep.”

“Uh-huh, see you later.” Kaisen waved his hand awkwardly.

Witnessing a new friend refusing to communicate because of his high emotional intelligence, he could only sigh helplessly.

At the end of the thought, he reached out and patted his mouth: “What are you doing with your mouth so fast?”

Kaysen, who returned to Hogwarts, stretched out and leaned on the sofa. In fact, he had a lot to say in the Wizengamot just now, and he had a lot of things to say.

For example, because Fudge slapped his forehead, his originally beautiful vacation was basically ruined in half.

Using runes to connect the magic blocks was a course he originally made in his first year at Hogwarts, but that course was only launched in the fifth grade, otherwise he wouldn’t have done it in the last semester. Tell the fifth graders how to make the wither, because making the wither is basically easy for fifth graders.

But the same cannot be said for the alchemy freshmen in the third grade. The fifth grade has two more years of alchemy knowledge than them. Some knowledge that is common knowledge to the fifth grade is a knowledge point that can explode the brain of the third grade. , so naturally the fifth-grade courses cannot be used directly for third-grade students.

I also need to break the fifth-grade curriculum into small knowledge points one by one, and teach the third-grade students step-by-step tips.

Just this little thing made him waste almost half of his time at his desk.

He was too embarrassed to pour out such abstract bitterness in the Wizengamot.

But this kind of thing is the kind of thing that you don’t want to complain about. It’s always uncomfortable to hold it in your heart. It doesn’t have much to do with the ampoule in the Wizengamot, and Burns didn’t give him a chance to complain.

But now I can tell it myself, I just need to find someone to talk to.

At this moment, Sirius emerged from the painting stuck in the corner next to the office door in the far distance.

Then he stood up and pressed the transmitter in a familiar manner. A small boat was sprayed onto the ice road, and soon he drove the boat over.

“…………” Kaison nodded in agreement as he looked at Sirius’ smooth operation. This dog has human nature and is suitable for what he said. That unfortunate guy.

As he said that, he wrapped up Sirius: “Bruce, I’m telling you, that Fudge is really too special…”

Early the next morning, Sirius walked out of the painting passage of Kayson’s office in despair. He had done nothing last night and only had nightmares.

Basically, as soon as he closed his eyes, he could see Fudge’s disgusting face. Every time he was frightened awake by Fudge, he would let out a whimper, and then he would be hit on the head by Kaisen’s big bag falling from the sky.

And a matching sentence: “Sleep well Bruce, don’t bark.”

Sirius sighed helplessly. After venting his dissatisfaction, Kaison slept well last night, but it was a pity for himself…

Do it as a dog, I’m sorry.

On the other side, Kaisen once again took out his freshman magic manual. He spent the entire holiday writing new teaching materials. Now that things are over, it’s time to improve himself.