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Chapter 230 An Adventure That Doesn’t Look Like an Adventure

Andrew had never imagined that Dumbledore was such a terrible man of action - he had thought that the headmaster would plan the trip, pack the luggage, choose the day, and then set off at a suitable time.

This is a series of preparations that should be made for adventure.

But now...

Andrew looked helplessly at the Black Lake - Dumbledore had already gone down to the lake to fish out the stone tablet, and the three lucky people were also brought here to show the way...

"This is just nonsense... At least make a plan. This is not an adventure novel. If you set out two days later, someone will get there first..."

But he had no choice but to complain - except to be bored and use magic to make a snowman by the Black Lake.

'That's a bit of a cheat...'

Andrew waved his wand and made it take on the appearance of several students from the next dormitory.

This is not difficult, and even in the reality of Andrew's force, it becomes like a molded product.

'Shh, that's a bit scary... Let's give him a funny hat...'

The effect was much better, so Andrew started to build a snowman, this time with the guys next door...

...

"what?"

When the three students, who still looked incredulous, were led out of the Black Lake by Dumbledore, they were stunned by the nearly a hundred Ravenclaws made of snow by the lake.

"Is this okay?"

The Ravenclaw student who entered the water saw himself, "It's so similar, Taylor."

"Don't be so exaggerated. You can do it, too. It's just that the number is larger."

Andrew withdrew his hand, cast a spell on the snowmen, and ran over quickly - Dumbledore was currently looking at a salvaged stone tablet, and he wanted to see what his headmaster was going to do.

"Very interesting, Taylor," Dumbledore looked at the stone tablet with a smile, "It's a small island in the sea, a little remote, but not far away, so - let's go."

???

Andrew was a little dumbfounded, but Dumbledore looked determined. "Go and inform Professor Snape, tell him to get ready, and then come to my office."

After instructing Andrew, Dumbledore set off directly with the other three lucky ones, and Andrew had to jog ahead to Snape's office.

"Even if you have to leave, please entrust your life to someone you can trust, Principal. Our dean is a duel champion after all... Could it be that all the professors in the castle are on vacation?"

Andrew was pondering in his mind, and a very incredible idea emerged - could Professor Snape be very powerful?

What a joke… Andrew shook his head and put the thought behind him.

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Professor Snape was indeed in his office - but he was in a bad mood when Andrew knocked on the door.

Yes, in the middle of winter, my lounge was flooded...

At least that's what it's said...

"What is it, Mr. Taylor?"

Professor Snape's face had an aura of "keep away from strangers", which made Andrew quickly say out the order he heard.

"Stay? Oh...Okay..."

With a bit of sarcasm, he agreed, and then used a look of great disgust to make Andrew say goodbye and leave.

"It really is like I'm being forced to make potions..."

With this complaining breath, he quickly went to Dumbledore's office and saw the three students who still looked a little nervous.

"I met with Professor Snape and brought the request to him."

"Very good, then it seems that everything is fine, we can set off now," Dumbledore said calmly, as if this is how adventure should be. "The destination is near the Hebrides Islands, where there happens to be a Floo Network connection point, and the specific location we want to reach is Sula Island."

"Remember to shout your name, Taylor, you take the lead..."

...

alright…

Andrew nodded helplessly, took out a handful of Floo powder from the exquisite box next to the fireplace, and threw it into the blazing fire.

"Sula Island."

The flames rose, and the emerald green flames confirmed that Andrew was connected. He stepped into the flames, read out the destination clearly, and then felt the dizziness.

'The long-distance Floo Network is real...'

The squeezing feeling made him want to curse, but unfortunately he couldn't. After a dizzying moment, he came to a very old-fashioned fireplace.

"What the hell, building a stove in a toilet is like."

Andrew cursed and stood up to straighten his robes. Damn it, he didn't even change his clothes for an adventure...

Never mind, Transfiguration is done - Andrew waved his wand, the clothes changed shape, then the dust fell off easily, and finally returned to its original shape...

"This doesn't seem like a risky spell... it's too clean..."

He really didn't know how to describe this seemingly failed adventure, but he still had to wait for the people behind him to come.

The next one is a sixth-year Gryffindor student. He looks very excited. I can only say that he is worthy of them...

Then Ravenclaw...Hufflepuff...

Everyone looked at each other and began to straighten their clothes. When Dumbledore came over, a green flame came out of the fireplace that looked like it had not been used for many years. Their headmaster stepped out of the flames as easily as if he was taking a walk, so elegantly as if he had stepped into his own territory.

Principal, I want to learn this!
Andrew felt jealous, but gave up.

"Yes, the place is correct. According to the map, we need to go north and go to the sea, but let's get out first."

Dumbledore stepped out of what looked like a toilet, then looked around. He disappeared in a flash and returned a moment later.

"Here, take my hand."

He said kindly to the first student, "Taylor, don't let them run around."

In less than half a minute, Dumbledore appeared and took away the second person, then the third, and finally Andrew.

After a not-so-serious dizziness, Andrew saw the ocean clearly - yes, Dumbledore took them directly to the shore in one step.

"I've used magic to deal with this... Next we need a ship to sail... Just wait a moment..."

Wait a moment indeed.

Because soon the ship was transformed by transfiguration.

"Still strong, let's go..."

Dumbledore, with a look of unfailing skill on his face, led the four men aboard the ship, which was made entirely of magic, and with a simple tap of his wand, it began to speed across the sea.

Andrew felt it and found that it had reinforcement, stability, acceleration and some other mess that he couldn't tell...

In simple terms, it becomes a magic item directly...

"Damn it... I can only, well, attach one spell at most, and I have to be very careful..."

He wasn't bragging, but transforming ordinary objects and transforming them into magical objects were two completely different things... To put it bluntly, the students in the Transfiguration Castle he created couldn't even interfere with the spells...

Oh, the other party is Dumbledore, then it’s okay...

(End of this chapter)