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Chapter 226 Report to the Principal's Office
They said they were going to install lights in the library, but the reality was that it was still too early to install the lights.

The light bulbs can be used, but the supporting energy source is a problem. Even without the development of alchemy, just miniaturizing the initial version of the device is a big problem.

However, those are just later stages of work. The electrification team that luckily achieved results can now publish their first formal paper.

Andrew had intended to see if he could be of any help. After all, he had signed his name and could not just take the benefits and do nothing. But unfortunately, he was soon drafted into the army by Professor McGonagall.

"I have to go out for a meeting, Taylor. During this time, I need to trouble Albus to deal with all the mess. You go to Albus' office to be on duty, and by the way, don't let him accumulate too many documents..."

Professor McGonagall gave these instructions, looking worried.

Andrew made a bold guess that this kind of worry should not be directed at him in theory.

But the professor soon changed the subject. "By the way, let Albus guide you on your Transfiguration, and don't worry about the rest - especially the lamp conversion. Don't waste time on that. Alchemy is too early for you."

"Yes, Professor."

So, Professor McGonagall went to the meeting with a little anxiety, while Andrew came to Dumbledore's office to be on duty with trepidation.

It was impossible not to be nervous - he remembered only after leaving Professor McGonagall's office that today was the publication day of "Magic Legends"!

But what could he do?

He had no choice but to walk towards Dumbledore's office, picking up the documents that needed to be processed.

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"Cockroach pile!"

Andrew shouted the command, walked up the steps to Dumbledore's office as if nothing had happened, and rang the doorbell.

A strange accent was speaking, but before Andrew could make it out, a shout came, "Come in!"

Without giving it a second thought, he entered the room—and saw hell.

Yes, a living hell.

The Sorting Hat was placed on Dumbledore's desk, with portraits of past headmasters staring at it, and - damn, the latest edition of "Magic Legends"...

"Oh, that's the one, um, to Taylor in Minerva's office, keep reading, no rush!"

Please don't do this.

Andrew wanted very much to protest, but it was no use.

The hat coughed twice and continued its performance.

[Yes, after that battle, the two began to seriously examine each other's strength - Dumbledore no longer thought that Grindelwald was a proud person who didn't know how to restrain himself, and Grindelwald also put away his almost humble arrogance. ]

[Perhaps the two most outstanding wizards of this century finally stopped fighting for a while, and used their almost terrifying prophetic abilities to start looking for a better future for wizards - they reached a consensus with each other that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.]

[This sense of responsibility made the two begin to think about everything - yes, everything, everything now and in the future, what wizards need, and how to get better. ]

...

[But in their spare time, the two of them would also have a little entertainment - playing cards. But it was not the Thunderbolt Explosion Cards we often see, but a Muggle skill, which was an extra discovery of the two when they were thinking about the future.]

[But unfortunately, after a short while, the two changed their playing pattern. They divided the cards and then started to draw cards. When the third card was revealed, the game was over.]

[Yes, the two of them divined each other's cards and their own cards, and then saw the result...]

[But sadly, after Dumbledore counted the numbers afterwards, he found that he was completely crushed - it was not because he was not good at arithmetic or divination, but... his luck was too bad... This was almost the only place where he was crushed...]...

???

Why did it stop?

Andrew stared at the Sorting Hat with his eyes wide open. To be honest, the feeling of reading it out was completely different from the feeling of writing it out himself. It even had a feeling of, um, how should I put it, a legendary novel.

Keep going...

But the Sorting Hat refused to speak, and the headmasters on the wall also...

Andrew finally realized that something was wrong. He turned around and saw another visitor - no, the owner of this place.

This was a scenario he had never imagined - but fortunately he had practiced it in Professor McGonagall's office.

He turned around, looking calm, and greeted Dumbledore as if nothing had happened.

"Ah, good morning, Professor Dumbledore, I'm reporting in."

"Well, you..." Dumbledore also acted as if nothing had happened. He looked around, then pointed with his finger, and a chair appeared in the corner of the desk.

"It's hard to get a new table, so just make do with this for now. Sit down," he instructed Andrew as he sat down at his seat. "Minerva said you, um, understand?"

"Yes, I understand. It is almost stable and I can feel the existence of rules."

"A remarkable achievement... yes, a remarkable achievement," Dumbledore exclaimed - which would have been more convincing if he had not put the magical legend and the Sorting Hat aside.

Of course, he would never think about why there was a book called "The Legend of Magic" in Dumbledore's office.

As Dumbledore picked up a piece of parchment and stroked it, a not-so-straight stick appeared, "Here, Taylor, try to straighten it."

"hiss…"

Andrew had just communicated with it with his wand when he discovered something was wrong - if he closed his eyes, the response from Transfiguration would be very strange.

In simple terms, within the rules he could communicate, it was a forked, oddly shaped branch with a bunch of pine branches, not a bent stick…

But Dumbledore's test still had to be done, and Andrew decided to follow the rules.

He closed his eyes and followed the rules to perform Transfiguration on the stick - first, he made it a whole, then he made the stick stand straight...

However, this process consumed more magic power than he had imagined. The stick seemed to be trying to resist his transformation...

"It worked..."

Andrew opened his eyes and almost laughed.

The stick in his hand instead took on the form it had when he was communicating with Transfiguration.

"Very nice...very powerful...this stick is for your homework before spring break this year, figure out how to understand it..."

Dumbledore smiled and praised, then spoke to Andrew in a kindly manner.

The whole scene was extremely heartwarming and was definitely a first-class teaching scene. If it weren't for the half-open book sticking out from under the Sorting Hat on one side, everything would be perfect.

(End of this chapter)