Hogwarts: My Minecraft Alchemy Deception
Chapter 434

Another Plan

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"Owner..."

"Owner..."

"Owner..."

"Owner!"

Voldemort's body was slowly awakened by the sound.

If Kayson were here, he would definitely be dumbfounded and scream.

He was chanting some kind of mantra, and we were all desperately trying to survive.

The problem now is, Kayson has already tried so hard, how come Barty Crouch Jr. is still alive?

Something's not right, something's not right, this really shouldn't be happening!

"Master, you're back," Barty Crouch Jr.. said humbly.

"Well, you can all leave now." Voldemort said, slowly sitting up. After shooing the others away, he just wanted to be alone.

How many times has this happened already...?

Anyone who has died frequently knows that a normal person usually has some complex and pure emotions towards the person who killed them, such as resentment.

As it turns out, Voldemort died a total of four times, but in the end, Kayson killed him three times by himself!

In some ways, his resentment towards Kayson was even stronger than that towards Harry.

"I need to use another one." Voldemort muttered to himself, picked up his wand, and casually waved it, creating a small opening in the void from which he took out a small box.

After opening the box, there was a small shard of mirror inside.

"In the mysticism, it symbolizes rebound, but every rebound damages its essence... However, if the opponent is Kayson, it's well worth it!" Voldemort murmured.

On the morning of the first day, perhaps because he had gone to bed too late the night before, Kayson woke up exceptionally early.

And so, he found a mysterious little puppet in his office who had settled down and was planning to live a quiet life, placed it on his desk, and asked the puppet to write down the book about occultism that Dumbledore had lent him.

He sat on the sofa and made himself a cup of hot tea, a truly hot cup of tea.

He sipped his tea leisurely while watching the resin in his hand, which looked like playdough, being played with by himself.

As for the courses.

If Kayson went to great lengths, working late into the night to save Hogwarts from disaster, then Dumbledore for a week's vacation is perfectly reasonable.

Dumbledore so amazing, why not have him put together the Alchemy Module puzzle, or teach alchemy?

What? You mean he's really going to teach alchemy?

But then again...

"Teacher, I don't have any classes this morning, so I came here to see if I can work overtime or something." Clay's voice suddenly interrupted Kayson's self-indulgent conversation, and he immediately controlled the teapot to pour Clay a cup of tea as well.

"These days, the only overtime work is editing books; there are no teaching opportunities," Kayson reminded him as he pushed the tea towards him.

"No problem, Professor... Professor, what is it doing?" Clay asked, looking at the mysterious puppet that was writing on the desk.

"Don't read this book. Dumbledore lent it to me. I don't know if it will harm a young wizard, so you shouldn't read it," Kayson quickly reminded Clay, who was clearly eager to read it.

"OK, it's clear that the professor's research is becoming increasingly mysterious." Clay nodded, picked up the manuscripts from the drawer again, and began to connect them and compile them into a huge book.

Meanwhile, Kayson continued to play with the piece of resin, lost in thought.

He had never been exposed to this subject before, and didn't even know it existed.

However, when Dumbledore talked about the basic theories of mysticism last night, he was quite stunned.

Mysticism has no specific attributes; it plays with concepts.

As we all know, Concept God are all Concept God...

What the hell am I saying?!

As we all know, there are no weak beings among the Concept God. Voldemort died after using concept matter because he was weak, but Kayson killed Voldemort who used concept matter because Kayson was strong.

But putting aside the concepts... concepts like fusion, protection, adaptation, and resilience are indeed relevant in the wizarding world, where magic deals true damage.

Moreover, that protective effect wasn't very strong.

Despite being called protection, it still ended up being killed by a wave of dense death essence.

The difference between protecting something and protecting nothing is negligible. So, if Kayson were to rank these mysterious substances that contain symbolic concepts, this lump of resin would temporarily be ranked as the worst mysterious substance until there are any other mysterious substances more pathetic than the resin in his hand.

Ding-dong...

"Teacher, your puppet is making a sound," Clay reminded him.

Kayson nodded. "Thanks for the reminder." He put the copy that the puppet had made back in the drawer, and then, just in case Clay made a mistake, he locked it again.

Then he picked up the book and teleported directly to the Headmaster's Office.

" Dumbledore, your book." Kayson placed the book on Dumbledore's desk.

"You've come at the perfect time," Dumbledore said with a hint of surprise and delight upon seeing Kayson.

"Actually, I think I've come at a bad time," Kayson said with a hint of helplessness as he looked at Dumbledore's large face.

"Please, just consider it as me lending you this book," Dumbledore said.

"Alright, alright." Kayson sat down in the chair and looked at Dumbledore opposite him. "Is there something you need?"

"It's about Tom's Horcrux," Dumbledore.

Kayson sighed, "Is it possible that I'm not as smart as you think?"

"Don't underestimate yourself. It's my fault for not explaining it clearly to you. You may not know, and I've forgotten whether I told you or not, but Slughorn was once the Head of House of Slytherin," Dumbledore said.

"Hmm, I knew that before. He introduced himself to me when we first met at a party." Kayson nodded.

"And I don't know if you know, but he used to be Tom's teacher, and you two were quite close?" Dumbledore continued.

Kayson raised an eyebrow. "You seem to have told me this before, did you? Never mind, I'll pretend I'm not knowing this for the first time. Tell me about your plan."

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