HP: Alchemy? Nah, It's Crafting

Kasenhis took a piece of parchment with Snape's requirements scribbled on it and returned to his office.

As for the request, it was nothing too complicated—essentially, a way to make temperature adjustable and controllable. In simple terms, very straightforward.

All it needed was a permanently burning flame with an adjustable shield to regulate the flame's intensity by increasing or decreasing the shield.

Using an obsidian plate as the base and small redstone pistons to create a flame shield for temperature control…

Two hours later…

Well, that was easy.

Kasen gripped the lever, watching the flame in front of him rise and fall with the lever's movements until there was a distinct click.

...???

Wasn't this just a gas stove?

"…Damn!"

Two days later.

This time, Kasen crafted something far more sophisticated—a circular pad that could stick directly to the base of a crucible. No stand required, with the temperature controlled by a magma block.

It looked extremely high-end.

Not long after sending it to Snape's office via owl post, a notification for +20 Satisfaction popped up.

"Life is tough."

After mailing off the high-end induction stove to Snape, Kasen still had to work on upgrading Hogwarts' iron golems. At this point, he was becoming increasingly convinced that Dumbledore had hired him specifically as the ultimate sucker.

Until evening…

After a full day of hard work, our Kasen ran into the well-dressed Hagrid, who seemed ready to head out.

"Hey! Where are you off to?"

Hagrid turned his head. "I'm going to pick up Harry Potter! I can't believe it—he's already eleven years old. Feels like just yesterday he was… this big."

Hagrid held up two fingers, measuring out a small gap.

"Harry Potter? Can I come with you? Of course, if not, that's fine too."

"Don't be like that—of course you can. Hop on! We'll take the motorcycle."

Kasen climbed onto the motorcycle. "Does Hogwarts offer chauffeur services for young wizards, or is this just because of his fame?"

"It's because Hogwarts sent Harry a lot of acceptance letters, but none of them reached him. So Dumbledore asked me to go check on him. Ah, wait a second!"

Hagrid explained as he stepped into his hut. A short while later, he came out holding a cake box.

"Today's his birthday, so I figured it'd be nice to bring this to him. I just hope he saves some room and can eat my cake."

With that, Hagrid climbed onto the motorcycle. With a loud vroom, the bike roared to life, shooting straight into the sky and heading toward a small island on the edge of the English coastline.

"They live this far out?"

"Not normally. Earlier, we went to his house on Privet Drive, but the place was empty. We tracked them here using a tracking spell… probably on vacation or something."

"OK."

About halfway through the journey, it began to rain. Luckily, one of them was wearing a fur coat and the other a tarp-like cloak cosplaying as wizard robes, so neither was bothered by the water.

Even so, by the time they arrived at the small island, it was nearly 11 p.m.

"Now? Won't we disturb their sleep?" Kasen asked, eyeing the dark, lightless tower in front of them.

"Relax, Professor. We'll be very gentle, very quiet. Just hand Harry the cake, and we won't wake anyone else," Hagrid reassured him, lightly touching the fragile wooden door handle.

Bang!

The rickety wooden door collapsed inward with a loud crash, slamming flat on the ground.

"Ah… oh, I didn't realize it was that flimsy," Hagrid said, scratching his head awkwardly.

"Never mind, here is your cake for Harry. It's better if you hand it to him yourself," Kasen said, handing the cake to Hagrid before stepping through the doorway.

The loud noise woke up Harry Potter and the Dursley family, who all turned to look at the two figures standing in the doorway.

One was a pale, almost eerily handsome man—possibly from the cold—and behind him was a massive, hulking figure.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Professor Kasenhis. Behind me is Rubeus Hagrid. We're from Hogwarts, and we're here to bring Harry Potter… um, terribly sorry for waking you up so late. Really, it's just that the door wasn't very sturdy."

"What do you mean by Hogwarts?" Vernon Dursley, though seemingly already guessing the answer, asked cautiously as his hand subtly moved toward the shotgun in the corner.

"Hagrid will explain that to you."

As Kasen spoke, he conjured a burning flame block in his hand, its warm light driving away the chill of the rain-soaked, three-hour flight.

This unexpected display sent the entire Dursley family scurrying into the corner, leaving only a thin, bespectacled boy in tattered clothes standing in place, his face full of curiosity.

Seeing this, Kasen lit the extinguished fireplace nearby. "Warm yourself up. You're dressed far too lightly for this weather."

"I'm Harry Potter. You're here for me?" Harry nodded and cautiously sat down by the fire, his voice hesitant.

"I'm Kasenhis. Yes, we're here for you."

"Why… and how can you create fire like that? What is this?"

"Magic. We're wizards. And so are you."

"Wizard!"

"Mm-hmm."

"Do you know anything about my parents?"

"Sorry, I can't answer that. See the big guy over there? He might know."

While Kasen was enjoying the warm atmosphere by the fireplace, Hagrid was locked in an animated standoff with the Dursleys. This included, but was not limited to, giving Dudley a pig's tail and bending the barrel of Vernon's shotgun with brute force.

Amid the chaos, Hagrid even turned around to hand over the cake box he had been carrying.

"This is a cake Hagrid made for you… Honestly, we were worried you'd eat too much and not have room for the cake. But judging by how things look… you don't seem to have had it easy," Kasen said, helping unpack the cake box, only to realize Hagrid had forgotten to bring candles.

"Never mind, it's all just flaming sticks anyway," Kasen muttered. With a snap of his fingers, a tiny torch appeared in his hand, which he stuck into the cake.

"This is for me?" Harry asked excitedly, staring at the cake, which—well, sort of—had his name on it.

"Yes… Hagrid might not be great with writing, but this is definitely your name… kind of. He really should've consulted me when making it. At least I could've helped him spell it correctly," Kasen said, rubbing his chin and sighing at the oversight.

Harry, unable to contain his excitement, took a deep breath, but Kasen stopped him with a finger to his face, making him exhale prematurely.

"Hagrid, it's time to blow out the candle," Kasen called out to the still-arguing Hagrid.

"Oh, coming, coming!" Hagrid cheerfully abandoned the trembling Dursley family, his face lighting up with a smile as if he were admiring a flower.

"Now, Mr. Potter. Go ahead."

Whoosh!

The torch continued to burn brightly, its flame unwavering, without even the slightest flicker.

"Ah..."

...It was, in the end, very uncooperative.