Chapter 83 This office is not ordinary

"Among the alchemy items I teach you, the one that least values ​​magic is redstone. I've shown it to you before, but redstone also needs to be lit. You can think of it as some kind of endless energy, but you need to give it an initial energy."

Kaysen took out a redstone block and put it on the desk.

"For example, if I make a redstone alchemical creation, it needs a certain amount of magic to run. We set this magic to a certain amount, let's say x."

"And redstone is equivalent to the energy of this alchemical creation. If we apply x points of magic to ordinary redstone, it can output x points of magic all the time."

"But just these x points can exhaust most of the magic of a second-year wizard like you. If you don't believe me, try it. This finger-sized redstone is about x points of magic." Kaisen said and pushed the redstone block towards Neville.

Neville held it in his hand and realized that this red stone was different from the one that Kaysen had given them before. It was much dimmer than that one and did not have that strange magic fluctuation.

It seemed that the red stones given to them before had been activated by Professor Kaysen in advance, and this was its original appearance.

Neville clenched his fist and began to pour magic into the red stone. When he poured it to the limit, he put the lit red stone back on the table, and his palms were already full of sweat.

However, his tense little face still had a firm expression.

Seeing this, Kaisen picked up the red stone and looked at Neville helplessly: "Good talent... Tell me why."

"I want to use alchemy to make gifts for Harry and the others. They are... good friends who don't dislike me even if I do that."

Kaysen looked at the somewhat embarrassed Neville with a curved eyebrow: "Well... barely enough, at least it is stronger than the magic of most second-year wizards."

"Then professor, do you agree?"

"I agree, but you can't hide it from your three friends, or you can hide it separately. You can hide the fact that you made gifts for them and give them a surprise when the time comes."

"But you can never hide the fact that you asked me to learn alchemy from them, if you regard them as friends."

"After all, this kind of progress behind your friends' backs is a bit silly. In short, they will think you are not honest. Of course, I know you don't mean that."

Kaysen explained patiently.

"Uh... What should I do now? Or can you help me act?" Neville asked awkwardly.

"No need, just tell them the truth, or you can bring them all here. At worst, I'll be a bad guy and reject them all, leaving you alone."

"Ah?"

"It's okay, they won't hate me for this."

Neville nodded: "Thank you, Professor! I'd better think of another reason. I'm embarrassed that you've accepted me." Then he turned around and started... physical exercise.

"Should I build a portal for them... Forget it, exercise is good for health." Kaisen looked at Neville who was running away... When he thought about Neville having to run back and forth like this every day to come to his office to study alchemy, he couldn't help laughing.

"Puff!"

Ding ding ding...

Just as he was laughing, a red crystal ball on the desk flashed again.

He pressed the crystal ball casually, and as the redstone circuit on the ceiling flashed a faint light, the door in the distance opened with a click.

Lockhart...or our classmate Tom, subconsciously used his student memory to look at the original location of the alchemy professor's desk, and then he saw...

"Is this a Quidditch field?" Tom walked into the alchemy office with some surprise, and looked at a corner of the office with curious eyes, and the huge machine standing behind the glass wall.

They were running silently and accurately there. With Tom's score of O in alchemy, he couldn't even tell what the machine was for, or even the principle.

"What are you doing here?" Kaisen leaned back in his chair, looking at Tom in Lockhart's skin in the distance and asked without a good face.

"To repair our friendship." Tom, relying on flipping through Lockhart's memory, naturally knew the source of the conflict between the two professors, and then said with an elegant smile that was even inconsistent with Lockhart's flamboyant face.

"Oh, then I really want to thank you, the great best-selling author Gilderoy Lockhart. Why didn't you go to the wild to find some poor werewolves and use the enchanted book therapy you invented to treat them?"

"Is it because you don't know how to do it? If not, I can teach you, as long as your brain, which has no grooves because it is filled with damn smiles, can learn it." Kaisen leaned back in his chair and mocked.

"I'm sorry, I came here today for this matter... to apologize to you."

Kaysen tutted his lips, sighing that Lockhart finally spoke a human word from his mouth, and rarely raised his eyelids to look at Lockhart straight in the eye.

[Human][Magic][Soul]

Soul?

Kaysen was puzzled by the new entry that had just appeared in Lockhart's head. Not to mention the last time he buried him in the soil, there was no such entry even when he had breakfast this morning.

As a result, in less than half a day...

Something is wrong...

11 out of 10 is wrong.

"What are you doing here?" Kaisen held the armrest of the chair and sat up a little straighter.

"I'm here to ask for your forgiveness." Tom said sincerely, with Lockhart's skin on his face.

As for asking for forgiveness... of course it was bullshit.

His real purpose here was to see how strong this so-called alchemy professor was. If he was only a little stronger than Lockhart, but only to a limited extent, then he would just start from zero frames.

Stay in the alchemy office and get things done!

But when he really walked into the office, the development of things was a little different from what he imagined.

Although alchemists are rich and powerful, they wish their quills for writing were all alchemical creations, and most of the places they stay in have backups, but Tom is definitely not afraid.

Even if they have backups, how strong can they be? At best, they carry some amulets engraved with armor and protect themselves, and they can suddenly curse in the corner.

But this alchemy office... is not ordinary.

Not to mention the area that is almost the same size as the Black Lake, there is also that thing on the top floor of the office that looks like a chandelier, but the hole in the middle, to be honest, looks like a cannon muzzle no matter how you look at it.