Kayson woke up to another new day, dazedly climbing out of bed.
Yesterday, because of four mischievous Gryffindor young wizards, his alchemy experiment had been put on hold.
Well, "mischievous" was not quite... accurate. "Brainless" was more like it.
He had no idea whether Dumbledore had taken the wrong medicine that day, but he had actually let Hagrid use such a huge three-headed dog as an obstacle.
Still fuming, Kayson went to the Great Hall and ate England's uniquely dry, bland breakfast, suddenly feeling like this was all his life would ever amount to.
After breakfast, Kayson did not return to his office. Instead, he headed straight for the Forbidden Forest. He planned to find some test subjects; after all, he could not just slap his forehead and sew an Ender Pearl into his own flesh. That would not be an experiment. That would be suicide.
He ran into Hagrid on the way. Hagrid was leading his pet dog—or perhaps a hunting hound—called Fang.
In any case, Hagrid asked curiously.
"What are you going to the Forbidden Forest for?"
"I need living experimental materials for an alchemy experiment."
Hagrid instinctively looked up at the sky.
"Experimental materials? Would chickens do?"
"Probably not. We wizards have magic, so the test subjects need magic too." Kayson shook his head.
"I see. I wouldn't understand even if you explained it to me... Anyway, good luck." Hagrid's head was about to explode just listening to those so-called technical terms.
To put less strain on the blood vessels in his head, he quickly led Fang farther away from Kayson.
"Hey! Why are you running so far away? I can tell you more about it."
Hagrid picked up his pace even more when he heard that. "No, no. The way you talk is just like... my Charms professor when I was a student. Terrifying, absolutely terrifying."
"Fine. I sincerely hope you dream about that professor every night!" Kayson wished him wholeheartedly.
Not far away, Hagrid suddenly staggered sideways as he walked.
That afternoon, Kayson found a whole pile of magical creatures around the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest and locked them in separate cages. It was quite a fruitful haul.
As for what exactly those creatures were, he did not know either. He had simply wandered through the Forbidden Forest, and whenever he saw an animal with magic, he tossed an Ender Pearl to teleport beside it and smacked it with his pickaxe.
For larger magical creatures, he simply gave them a hit with Obsidian. If one hit was not enough, then two.
Under the strange stares of the passing young wizards, Kayson returned to his office carrying a string of cages. He neatly stacked them in a corner, prepared food and water for them, and then ignored them.
He then summoned an Enchanting Table, placed an Ender Pearl inside, and soon an Ender Pearl flickering with purple light appeared in his hand.
Next, he took out a grindstone, placed the enchanted pearl on it, and began cranking away. With every turn, segments of symbols were ground out—purple enchantment symbols, as well as the Ender Pearl's original rule symbols—until a cracking sound rang out.
"Ahhh, ho ho!" Tom voice.
"Huh? Your makeup is really elaborate... Is that an actual injury? What did you do to get hurt this badly? Why didn't you go see Madam Pomfrey?"
Professor Sprout had been walking down the corridor when the horrifying howls from Kayson's office startled her. She thought he was in danger.
After thinking for two and a half seconds, she hurriedly forced open the office door and saw Kayson, whose body was almost entirely covered in wounds.
Wizards were originally quite adept at treating external injuries. As long as Dark Magic was not involved, a simple spell or some dittany essence could easily heal them.
But for someone like Kayson, whose body was covered in broad patches of abrasions...
"Or is this some new fashion trend among you young people?"
"No, I just haven't had time to go yet. I'm researching a new alchemical method."
Kayson shook his head and wrote down the symbols that had just been ground out from the grindstone on a sheet of parchment beside him.
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Next, he only needed to use the Enchanting Table to enchant these symbols onto flesh.
"Anyway, I'm relieved to see that you're all right. And here, take this. If you're too embarrassed to go outside and let the young wizards see you looking so miserable, you can apply it yourself." Professor Sprout took a bottle of dittany essence from her pocket and placed it on the desk.
"Thank you, Professor."
"Mm-hm. I won't disturb your magical research any longer."
The moment Professor Sprout stepped out and closed the door, another Tom voice came from the office.
"Ahhhhhh, ho ho ho!"
"Young people these days, honestly... so flashy."
It was not until evening that Kayson used a cotton swab to apply dittany essence all over his body while staring at the densely packed enchantment symbols on the parchment, feeling that his suffering had not been in vain.
He had only one thought now.
Sleep.
The next day... evening...
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
Kayson placed a magical creature that had been enchanted to death into a cauldron beside him. House-elves would collect it at regular intervals and take it to the kitchen.
His experiment was actually very close to succeeding. According to the Enchanting Table's theory of enchantment, every item had its own enchantment symbols.
People did too.
All he needed to do was fill the gaps in a human body's enchantment symbols with the enchantment symbols belonging to the Ender Pearl.
And it was precisely this final step that stumped him. It was not that difficult; the magical creatures' enchantment symbols were simply too dense, leaving no room to squeeze anything in.
"Will I really have to test it directly on a human body in the end?"
"I'm not going to die because of this, am I?"
"Will I drop my gear?"
"For example, will the entire office be instantly filled with an enormous amount of blocks?"
All right, Kayson was simply not cut out to be serious. No matter what he was thinking about, his mind would always end up filled with random bad jokes.
Knock, knock, knock... Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.
He waved a hand, and the door opened with a click.
"Professor Kayson? We came to apologize to you."
Kayson took one look and saw Harry and Neville. There were only the two of them.
"You don't need to apologize to me. You only need to understand what you did wrong. Most mistakes can be remedied; just don't make them again in the future." Kayson stood with his hands on his hips and let out a breath.
"Um... Professor, are you very disappointed in me?" Neville suddenly looked up and asked.
"No. I'm not disappointed in any of you."
"Really?"
"Really." Kayson nodded.
"That's good." Neville let out a sigh of relief, then pulled a small package from behind his waist.
"Professor, I had prepared a gift for you before. I hope you like it... But I remember putting it here..."
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