Chapter 109 My alchemy is omnipotent.

Ron jumped up and took a lucky cube thrown by Kaisen. He looked at the small golden cube with a question mark in his hand and subconsciously looked at Kaisen.

"Smash it." Kaisen shouted.

Ron was also an honest man. He punched the lucky cube directly.

Bang!

A lot of silver Sickles and a few gold galleons burst out.

In an instant, almost all the little wizards in the office were boiling. Some of the quick-reacting ones smashed the lucky cubes in their hands, and countless novel and precious little things poured out of them.

Some little wizards who reacted a little slower picked up the cubes on the ground and opened all kinds of good things.

Kaisen looked at the small bottle of the lucky spirit in his hand and it was empty.

This was also within his expectations. He dared not give the lucky cube, a module that was half heaven and half hell, to the little wizards without discrimination.

It's okay to get good stuff, and even getting elite monsters is not unbearable. The professors of Hogwarts are present, and ordinary elite monsters really can't cause any trouble.

I'm just afraid of getting a magma cage directly, and this pure red day becomes a white day.

So it's reasonable to make a 100% positive lucky cube.

It's just that the lucky cube is hard... and Kaisen is looking at Snape a little embarrassed at this moment.

"These yellow cubes need the lucky cube?" Snape looked at the small cube in his hand and tapped it lightly with his knuckles, and a potion bottle with a flashing purple light was opened.

He opened the lid and smelled it gently.

"Is this what alchemy can do?" He said with a broken expression.

"Alchemy is omnipotent, especially my alchemy. It's omnipotent." Kaisen said arrogantly with his hands on his waist.

"Oh, Kaisen, I want to ask... do you still have this yellow cube?" Dumbledore walked over and asked with a smile.

"Hmm..."

Kaysen was silent for a while. He had run out of the Felixir. He had no idea where he had thrown the Felixir that Sgrahorn had given him before. So now making a lucky cube by himself was really just a matter of luck.

But Dumbledore..........

Hmm.....the first white wizard in the world of magic, there should be nothing wrong with him.

"Wait." Kaisen took out the workbench, took out the gold and the launcher, and fiddled with them. After a while, he made a lucky cube.

"I personally suggest you hold the wand well. Whether it opens a reward or a trap depends entirely on your luck."

Dumbledore happily took the lucky cube: "But none of them opened a trap."

"That's because I drank a bottle of Felixir before making that batch."

"Okay, okay." Dumbledore agreed, but it seemed that he still didn't take Kaisen's words to heart. He smashed the lucky cube in his hand with a click.

Instantly, the magic power of the broken lucky cube transformed into a cage that was just big enough to trap Dumbledore alone.

Kaisen subconsciously looked up at the top of Dumbledore's head, which was the ceiling of the office.

The two anvils were quickly smashed towards Dumbledore's head under Newton's operation.

Dumbledore looked at Kaisen and subconsciously looked up at the ceiling. In just a moment, the anvil that was falling was out of Newton's control. Under the influence of Merlin, it slowly floated to the corner of the office and landed there steadily.

"Uh... This thing is really too dangerous." Dumbledore forcibly broke the cage with his wand, and then patted his chest as if he was a little scared.

The other little wizards and professors in the office who were obsessed with opening the lucky cube also stopped in disappointment.

After all, they don't have the powerful magic and reaction of Dumbledore.

"Your lucky cube is fine, open it again, and yours will open good things 100% of the time." Kaisen explained.

"Oh... that's good." Draco in the corner breathed a sigh of relief and continued to instruct Crabbe and Goyle to open the lucky cube. He planned to pack the things he opened.

As his first gift to his parents.

"Ah! Oh! I hope you don't feel any pain, Mr. Glass Wall."

Kaysen only saw a shadow passing in front of his eyes, and then the shadow hit a glass wall that was guarding the machine not far from him.

At this time, he saw clearly that it was a little Ravenclaw witch with light golden hair, kneeling on the ground, covering her forehead and apologizing to the glass wall.

She was wearing a pair of exquisite enchanted leather boots that flashed purple light, which were obviously opened from the lucky cube.

"You don't need to apologize to them, the glass here is thick." Kaysen said while reaching out to the little witch.

"Even if the skin is thick, it will feel painful... I heard their crying."

The little witch took Kaysen's hand and stood up and said.

"Um... I'll go and comfort them later, now go play." Kaisen said awkwardly.

"No need, I'll comfort them."

"Don't neglect your friends."

"Not yet."

"Oh............."

Kaisen touched his chin, thinking whether he should stop the topic here as soon as possible, or choose to apologize, after all, what he just said was basically no different from rubbing salt into the wound.

"Are you thinking about whether you should apologize? I don't think it's necessary. I just don't have friends right now, but there will always be some like-minded friends in our lives."

The little witch said in a gentle and calm voice? It actually gave Kaisen a rare feeling of being comforted.

"Um... I hope you like your new boots."

"Hope you enjoy your birthday too, Professor Kaysen."

"Don't worry, I will." Kaisen nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. Chatting with this little wizard somehow felt strangely stressful.

After leaving he found Professor Flitwick who was devouring mutton.

Well, it seems that this cute little old man is also an out-and-out carnivore.

"Professor Flitwick."

Kaisen slowly knelt down.

"What's wrong?" Professor Flitwick asked while eating. He looked very hungry.......

"That little wizard over there, the one talking to the glass wall?" Kaysen said, pointing in the direction of the little witch.

"Oh, Luna Lovegood, well...all I can say is, that kid is more magical than anyone."

Professor Flitwick said with high emotional intelligence.