Chapter 138 Maybe I could have a boat race in my office

"I understand your feelings very well." Tonks nodded in agreement.

The two came to Snape's office. Tonks took a magic camera and quickly took a photo of the basilisk. She finally plucked up the courage before leaving.

"Can I have a snake fang?"

"........................."

"Okay, just ignore me!" Tonks left Snape's office quickly.

Kaysen and Snape looked at each other and shrugged synchronously.

"Hmm."

Kaysen stretched hard after returning to the office. He sighed as he looked at Sirius who was sniffing his tail hard beside the sofa.

Today's trip to the Ministry of Magic was a mixed blessing. Hagrid got the justice that was delayed for most of his life.

Although this justice was a little delayed, he was still happy for it.

The worry was that the so-called Sirius that Fudge said escaped from Azkaban.

Of course, if it was an ordinary criminal, his escape from Azkaban had nothing to do with him.

As luck would have it, this damned criminal was Voldemort's former subordinate. If Hagrid is right, this Sirius is full of loyalty to Voldemort and killing Harry Potter, then the third year of my arrival at Hogwarts will be really interesting.

Although a dark wizard said that he wanted to kill Harry, it is hard to say what kind of bottom line a dark wizard will have.

Or dark wizards have no bottom line.

So his way of action when he came to Hogwarts should be to kill anyone who stands in his way.

This is more abstract than this year's basilisk.

And Sirius also came with a bundle of dementors.

I always joked with the little wizards about going to Azkaban for further study and talking about topics that are easy to get into Azkaban. As a result, this sentence really came true in the next semester.

It's like if I don't go to Azkaban, Azkaban will come to me.

"Dumbledore is still old and confused..."

Kaysen murmured as he took out a pile of small soul sand and small wither skulls.

He decided to make some wither amulets for emergency use.

After all, according to Hagrid, the difficulty of the Patronus Charm is not low, and some young wizards who are not talented may not be able to learn it or make slow progress.

Then their only choice is the wither amulet.

And his alchemy is only available to students in the third grade and above. He can't let the young wizards below the third grade be sucked dry by the Dementors as milk tea.

"Damn... Hogwarts will fall apart without me! Dumbledore must give me a raise next semester!" He said angrily while making a small wither and putting it into the amulet frame.

The next day..................

"What did you give?"

Kaysen asked Snape on the side.

"White fresh crystal, as long as you wear it on your body, it can slowly heal external injuries without black magic curses." Snape replied.

"Such high-tech! No, high magic... Did you make it yourself?" Kaysen said in surprise.

"Yeah."

Soon Professor Kettleburn was blindfolded by two young wizards and brought to the auditorium. If nothing goes wrong, this will be Professor Kettleburn's last Sunday at Hogwarts.

Dumbledore smiled and took out the old wand, and a simple fireworks spell accumulated in the tip of his wand.

Soon the two young wizards took off Professor Kettleburn's blindfold.

Bang!

"Oh..." Professor Kettleburn smiled and accepted this farewell party: "I knew that Dumbledore was just this novelty."

"But classic novelty will never make mistakes. This is the wisdom left by our predecessors." Dumbledore came over with a set of magical wooden prostheses.

Kettleburn tried it after putting on the prosthesis: "Not bad, Dumbledore, your alchemy has improved."

"Ahem." The next one is Kaysen. The prosthesis he made is not the rough wooden prosthesis of Dumbledore with a few runes and a few magic spells.

The prosthesis he made can really control the movement through inner thoughts, bend the arm to grasp objects, and scratch the butt unconsciously when sleeping.

It runs faster than an ostrich and grasps like climbing.

In an emergency, it can directly beat the angry magical animal to faint, basically eliminating the possibility of Professor Kettleburn getting hurt again.

This kind of alchemical creation is too much of a prosthesis, it should be called a prosthesis.

"My Merlin, this is much better than the one Dumbledore gave me." Kettleburn said as he quickly put on the new prosthesis. He tried to make a fist with the prosthesis...

The leg prosthesis also bent the knee in detail and scratched its other calf with its foot.

"Honestly, compared to you, what alchemy does Dumbledore know?" Professor Kettleburn squeezed Dumbledore in a mean way.

And the latter was also happy with this wonderful interaction.

The other professors also gave Professor Kettleburn their own gifts, such as Snape's white crystal, and Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout both gave Professor Kettleburn a glove.

They were all for the right hand.

"We should have discussed it before giving it to them."

"I really hope your memory is not so good. If you give me a left-hand glove and a right-hand glove, I will be very happy." Professor Kettleburn said with a smile, holding two right-hand gloves.

"There is no way, but I think you don't need a glove for your other hand, right?"

Professor Sprout said and glanced at Kaisen.

"Obsidian shell, if you have the courage, you can break off the teeth of a dragon!" Kaisen said with his hands on his waist.

"This is really great." Kettleburn stroked his hard and handsome prosthesis and sighed.

"Well, indeed, I want to change one."

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, almost everyone looked at him.

"Severus, I remember you have a spell called God's Sharpness, right?" Kaisen suddenly said.

Snape looked at the smiling Dumbledore and took out his wand in agreement.

But jokes aside, although Dumbledore, a Gryffindor, might really cut off his hand for a cool thing, Snape was still rational and would not do that.

It was late at night, and Kaysen couldn't help but burp when he came back from the hall.

He remembered that at the banquet, a little wizard complained to him that his office was too big and it was very inconvenient to go back and forth.

There is a solution.

An ice cube appeared in Kaysen's left hand, and a wooden boat appeared in his right hand.

"Maybe I can hold a boat race in my office."