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Chapter 176 The Rooster is Not Dead Today
"Good morning, Hagrid."

Andrew greeted Hagrid politely and gave Hagrid the fresh fruits in the basket as a gift - giving gifts every day seemed more harmonious.

My roommate can’t keep taking it - once or twice is okay, but if it happens more than that, it’s hard to explain.

I can't show off, and I can't lie. It's okay if a Hufflepuff friend gives you gifts once or twice a day, but if you give it to me every day, are you hooking up with a Hufflepuff prefect? ​​Besides, isn't this too young?
To avoid these messy gifts, it is best to give it to Hagrid - after all, Hagrid understands what is going on and never says anything nonsense.

"Good morning, look over there, Andrew."

Hagrid took the basket decisively, then pointed to the other side of the room ostentatiously, "That!"

What? So mysterious?

Andrew curiously followed Hagrid's perspective.

Then, he looked again.

What the hell - what does this have to do with Hogwarts?

Hogwarts can't use electricity, and the lights on this thing are--ah, alchemical items transformed by magic?

He immediately thought of this and trotted over.

"Can I try?"

"Of course," Hagrid said with some pride, "don't fly too high."

???

And the one with flying function?
Do you know why I work overtime at the beginning of the school year?

But that doesn't matter. Andrew gathered around this huge motorcycle - it even has a sidecar, and the shape is a bit retro, but the weight...

"I can't hold it up..."

Andrew looked at his still-growing arms and legs, and compared them to the huge thing that could carry Hagrid.

Can he really lift this thing?

However, even if you can't lift it up... there are still places you can observe.

The jets are a disguise... The lights are also magic lamps... Not to mention the fact that it can fly, the only thing that this thing has to do with flying is how far the passengers can fly...

“Cool.”

Andrew gave his praise generously, "Can you fly around and see, Hagrid?"

Although theoretically he could easily handle it with the help of Transfiguration, for safety reasons, it would be better to let Hagrid demonstrate it once.

"Of course!"

Hagrid was in high spirits. He easily got on this definitely heavy motorcycle, started it easily, and rushed towards the sky.

"It's really... a wonderful alchemical product... but I didn't see it in the recent reports..."

Andrew had seen all the development topics - there was the magic of electricity which had no clue until now, the factory-based production of alchemical potions, and the large-scale counterfeiting of Muggle coins (this was cancelled, but it was said that the person had entered the Ministry of Magic... Andrew didn't check it out)...

"How about it?"

"It can't be better," Andrew took basic protective measures and felt the temperature of the exhaust pipe - just as he expected, it was just decoration.

"Is this a newly purchased alchemical item?"

"No, it's the motorcycle that Blake gave me. I just cleaned it out a few days ago. It's very useful, isn't it?"

He looked at Andrew and lowered his voice, "If you can use it, I can lend it to you when you go to Hogsmeade later."

Did Blake give it to you?

That is…

My god, the alchemical deciphering of Muggle equipment was just beginning at that time... and the modification of flying props had to go through a bunch of messy permits... Even the Weasley family’s cars were actually illegally modified - Andrew found out when he dealt with the follow-up.

You know, Arthur Weasley is still in charge of this...

A masterpiece, but with complicated procedures... two prodigal sons...

"I'll try." Andrew tried to move carefully, and then found that his previous judgment was correct - he sighed and pointed at the car with his wand.

Unable to communicate - the power of alchemy clearly repels transformation.

'Has the process problem reached its limit?'

He took out the rope he carried with him and tapped it lightly with his magic wand, and then a rope pulled the car body. Then, as he continued to cast spells, the originally cool car was entangled by the rope and disappeared.

"Cushion, drop, float..."

Andrew muttered to himself, making sure that he had not missed any functions to add, then he reluctantly stepped on it with great interest and started the alchemy machine.

...

"Easier than I thought, Hagrid!"

He shouted happily in the sky - although his posture was not very handsome.

'The last step, landing...'

Andrew controlled it carefully and landed smoothly - without even using the prepared protection.

"Very good mate."

"Yeah, it's much better than a broomstick!"

Hagrid watched Andrew take down his defenses with a smile, "Would you like some breakfast?"

"No, I still have to run back to the castle. Eating too much will affect my running."

Andrew very reasonably declined the fatal invitation, then waved and ran towards the castle - one good news and one bad news.

The bad news is that the damn roosters not only did not die, they even looked at Andrew triumphantly.

The good news is that there is a new way to get around Hogsmeade, and it will be even more useful once he's older...

"Hagrid is really enthusiastic, and the Black family is indeed rich..."

"But it has nothing to do with me..."

He ran quickly towards the castle - he chatted with Hagrid simply because he was not tired.

Forbidden Forest. I guess the professor will let him try it in the future. Transfiguration and some attack methods against magical creatures will have to be practiced in places like the Forbidden Forest.

But Hagrid's permission was not needed - he even had the power to issue a ticket into the Forbidden Forest now.

But he wasn't a Gryffindor, so why was he going there? Adventure?

He had seen the topographic map during the summer vacation.

make money?

Ahem, this...there's nothing much to say.

Exercise—when the time comes.

The materials in Hagrid's room... He doesn't have such high requirements...

"Rooster, when are you going to die? If you die, I won't have to feel guilty about having other purposes when I go to Hagrid..."

Andrew muttered to himself, then ran all the way towards the castle.

The range deformation learning has already begun, and other things in the castle are also proceeding in an orderly manner. The only variable is Sirius. He refuses to leave after his injury has healed, but the school cannot expel him.

It is certainly not allowed to affect teaching, but it would be a big deal if the descendants of those acting school directors fell into trouble and drove people away.

Anyway, the school board will approve Sirius to live here if he dares to...

"What else?"

"Oh, by the way, we have to discuss the club today... Damn it, Professor Lockhart, why don't you open a memory club?"

Andrew shook his head in dissatisfaction - wizards should learn to play to their strengths!

(End of this chapter)