MTLNOVEL Chapter 2: CH 2
"That's it. The Book of Admittance did not detect Mr. Heath. He has not received any formal wizarding education. As for his magic, it was likely a magical outburst at some point. He was later taken in by an old wizard for apprenticeship."
"Not to mention that after completing his studies, he only used magic for home decoration. This is enough to prove his kindness, and there's no need to send him to Azkaban."
Dumbledore was holding a Muggle lollipop in his mouth, smirking as he addressed Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, standing before him.
"Then why did he refuse the Ministry of Magic's investigation? And why did he boldly attack Ministry employees?" Fudge retorted angrily.
On the sofa in the corner of the office, a small flower suddenly materialized in Kaysen's hand. He snapped his fingers to conjure another and handed it to Auror Lester, seated next to him.
Lester took it instinctively, muttering a small "thank you" before flushing with embarrassment.
Dumbledore glanced back at the interaction and shrugged.
"Look how well they get along!"
Fudge rolled his eyes and gestured toward Lester.
"Let our victim decide whether to forgive him or not."
Kaysen swallowed hard as even more flowers bloomed in his hands, almost burying him in petals.
Lester, however, looked between Fudge's stern expression and Dumbledore's calm demeanor, unsure of what to do. Luckily, he'd recently read a Christmas gift book titled One Hundred Workplace Tricks. According to it, in situations like this, your superiors often want to back down but feel awkward about it.
In such cases, the best move is to help them save face.
"I have no problem with that," Lester finally said.
Fudge's face turned beet red in an instant.
Kaysen clutched his chest, pointing at Lester with wide eyes, as if to say, "You and I are brothers for life."
"It seems Lester has made his decision. Let's go, Kaysen," Dumbledore said calmly, rising from his seat.
Fudge slumped in his chair, defeated. "Fine, you always win, Albus… but where are you taking him?"
"The alchemy professor at Hogwarts resigned recently. I believe this born alchemist would make an excellent replacement to teach young wizards."
Kaysen froze mid-step, his cheerful expression fading.
He knew his own abilities better than anyone else. His magic was essentially Minecraft in real life. Cosplaying as a construction worker was one thing, but cosplaying as a professor of Alchemy?
Was this some sort of joke?
He stared at Dumbledore with a blank expression that seemed to scream, "Me? An alchemy professor? Is that even allowed?"
Dumbledore nodded reassuringly, as if to say, "It'll be fine."
As they left Fudge's office, they heard the minister's frustrated roar echoing behind them.
"It seems the Minister of Magic isn't thrilled about letting me off the hook," Kaysen muttered.
"I can see that," Dumbledore replied. "And I can hear it."
Kaysen snapped his fingers, summoning an obsidian block to barricade the office door in an instant.
Dumbledore observed the scene with amusement, pressing his ear to the obsidian. After hearing the muffled sound of Fudge banging his head against it, he nodded with satisfaction.
"Alright, future alchemy professor, come along."
Kaysen hesitated but followed Dumbledore. Moments later, a loud CRACK signaled their sudden Apparition.
"This is Hogwarts, where you'll live and work from now on," Dumbledore said as they arrived.
Kaysen, still slightly dizzy from the journey, followed Dumbledore toward the castle, the summer breeze brushing against them.
The castle grounds were filled with the laughter of young witches and wizards. Kaysen's attention was fixated on the moving staircases he could see through one of the windows.
Then, as Dumbledore stopped to greet Professor McGonagall, the inevitable happened.
A staircase moved just as Kaysen tried to climb it, and with a startled cry, he fell.
McGonagall and Dumbledore turned to see Kaysen jumping back to the top by conjuring block after block beneath his feet.
"The stairs at Hogwarts… have a lot of personality," Kaysen remarked dryly, brushing himself off.
McGonagall and Dumbledore exchanged glances. It was Dumbledore who finally spoke.
"This is the new alchemy professor I've found for Hogwarts."
McGonagall looked from Dumbledore to Kaysen, who was busily dismantling the blocks he'd just used.
"I think he seems more suited to be a Transfiguration professor, at least based on appearances."
"Perhaps, but we must follow proper procedures, such as an interview," McGonagall replied.
Kaysen turned abruptly. "Wait, what interview? Oh, by the way, sir, I forgot to mention something important."
"What's that?"
"I don't know alchemy."
Dumbledore smiled patiently. "That's because you think you don't know alchemy. Alchemy is simply the transformation of magic into tangible matter. That's its true essence.
Imagine building a house. Most people start with the foundation and work their way up, but you already have the house—you just need to explore its structure."
"…So, I still have to teach, right? What exactly am I supposed to teach? Decorating with magic?"
"Kaysen, trust me. If you can control matter transformation, you can control matter composition. For example, turning wood into floors. Why not give it a try? Here, take this feather."
Dumbledore handed Kaysen a long, fiery red feather.
"Wrap it with plants."
"Plants?" Kaysen asked, puzzled.
"You can use any material, really," Dumbledore said.
"Alright," Kaysen said reluctantly, taking the feather. In an instant, vines of roses sprouted from his hands, wrapping around the feather and solidifying into a 13-inch wand.
"This," Dumbledore said with a smile, "is the essence of alchemy. A wand. Try giving it a wave."
Kaysen waved the wand experimentally, creating pixelated fireworks that sparkled briefly before disappearing.
"Is this it?"
"Exactly."
Dumbledore nodded and walked ahead, his steps unusually cheerful. The mischievous glint in his eyes suggested that he'd found yet another headache for Hogwarts. After all, hiring a qualified alchemy professor would have cost at least three thousand Galleons a year—more than even Snape earned.
But finding a self-proclaimed "alchemy expert" who was easy to manipulate, had a unique skillset, and was too naïve to question his salary? That was priceless.
Beautiful.