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Chapter 297 Legilimency Success

One sentence of truth is preached, and thousands of false ones are preached.

The Legilimency that Dumbledore personally supervised was so powerful - so powerful that Andrew did not need to figure it out or make any adjustments. He only needed to align all his spellcasting movements with the direction of Dumbledore's spellcasting.

He couldn't find any faults at all, or perhaps there were few people in the entire wizarding world who could find faults.

The only thing is that the cost is a bit high, and the gains will be severely reduced.

Copying a standard answer instead of modifying it bit by bit by himself would directly lose the perception of fine-tuning the spell movements and the understanding of failure. It is equivalent to forcing himself to learn the new skill Legilimency without making any major changes to his accumulated knowledge at the spell level.

But this standard action is also a new level of accumulation. The other spells also have a template to refer to when they are perfected, so it is difficult to tell which one will bring greater benefits.

But it's not a big problem, as long as he has mastered Legilimency.

As for the office documents, there was nothing new in them, just some financial calculations, preparations for the new semester, and campus measures inspections. He checked them one by one patiently and approved them - anyway, it was similar to the work he did in the office and he was very familiar with it.

He never saw Hagrid's professor appointment again, and he didn't know what Dumbledore thought of it. However, judging from the thicker documents on his desk, Dumbledore probably didn't think he was unreliable.

"Well, it's not good to be too trusting, right..."

Andrew curled his lips and finally finished processing the documents until only a small pile was left by dusk.

But the doorbell rang.

"Please come in."

He put down his quill and took the opportunity to stretch himself. "Dumbledore is not here. If you have any personal matters, you can come back another day. Leave the documents on the table and they will be dealt with as soon as possible."

"Dumbledore, I'm still a little nervous... I really am... huh?"

The true meaning of the giant's high voice was recognized by Andrew - he had never thought that Hagrid's voice could be used as a weapon.

If he hadn't cast the Bubble Head Curse on himself in time, he would have been in real trouble.

"Remain calm, Professor Hagrid, there are no enemies here."

He persuaded Hagrid, who could even be seen blushing visibly at this moment.

"Professor Hagrid? Um, you, you know? Classmate Andrew?"

Hagrid stuttered, but soon realized that there was nothing strange about it. "Yes, that's right, you must know that the documents here...ah, well, I am a little nervous. After all, the professor thing is really, too outrageous. I can actually be a professor. It really is, really."

"Relax, Hagrid. There will be professors to teach you. The old professor will be rehired for one year. You will be taught by the old professor to become an excellent professor in this year. Even if you don't believe in yourself, you must believe in our Professor Kettleburn."

Obviously, Hagrid believed in the old professor very much. "Ah, yes, the old professor can definitely do it. He is so good. I can do it. I can also learn as well as Blake."

Obviously, Sirius's success as a professor gave Hagrid great encouragement - it didn't matter if he almost succeeded at the beginning, the old professors were knowledgeable and would definitely be able to think of a way!

"I didn't expect Dumbledore's method. He is indeed the best."

"Of course!"

Andrew's tone was as if it had nothing to do with him, "That's Dumbledore!"

"Yeah, that's Dumbledore!"

Hagrid looked proud, but soon turned bitter. "But I've actually prepared the book, but I don't know if the old professor is willing."

"Let's use the old textbooks first. After all, this is an internship. Of course, it would be even better if the old professor is willing to review and look at the new textbooks."

"That's right!"

Hagrid was full of energy and ran out of the principal's office without even bothering to say hello to Andrew.

"Very good. Anyway, I won't take the blame for the internship. It was Dumbledore who forced me to do it!" "Next, it's Legilimency practice. This time it's definitely a great success!"

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"Really not a liar?"

"At least he's a rich liar, so Potter doesn't have to come back to get in the way."

"But what if someone finds out? Let people know we have connections with those freaks and weird guys?"

Harry's uncle and aunt were whispering in each other's ears - Harry came back here by himself a few days ago, but he didn't come back to live. Instead, he stayed with a strange man.

This was really strange, but the other party paid a large sum of living expenses - which made them ignore it.

But it was only a temporary disregard.

When greed was satisfied, family affection and responsibility emerged - although they despised Harry in every way, they did help him receive an education and grow up.

So, they would occasionally care about whether Harry was deceived and whether that man was a bad person. Petunia would even occasionally have the urge to write a letter to Dumbledore or something, but she eventually gave up.

On the other side, the two strange people were looking at each other in despair about today's meal.

The streets here are not very high-end, so takeout is limited, and now I’m tired of eating there.

There aren't many chefs in the whole of Britain who can outdo the house-elves - French cuisine aside.

"How about we stay for a while longer and return to school early after meeting Dumbledore's requirements?"

Sirius said words that he would never have said when he was in school.

If he was reading, he would wonder if there was something wrong with his brain - either he was cursed or he was under a spell.

But now, he had a deep understanding of his cooking skills and the scarcity of food in the Muggle world, and decided not to be so persistent.

"Stay a little longer?"

Harry hesitated - the game console was there, Ron wasn't here yet, but the food was really...

How should I put it? The food over there is better than here. At least the family meals are edible.

The food of the elves is really nostalgic.

However, there is no electricity in Hogwarts - well, there are lights this year, but game consoles are absolutely out of the question, and going back to school would be the same as not having a holiday.

But they were interrupted by the cry of an owl.

Sirius looked at the strange letter with a puzzled look.

Then he showed it to Harry.

"We have to go back. Professor Binns asked me to study hard during the holidays. I must thoroughly master the test points before school starts. After all, the fifth grade will be handed over to me."

Sirius looked serious, "I must be responsible."

"Okay, let's go back together. We are probably the first teacher-student combination to return to school this year!"

Harry nodded, "But how do we calculate the duration of the spell..."

"Professor Binns will help with the testing. He probably knows about this ancient spell. We can just go over there. If it's not enough, we can come back. I'll come back with you and I won't be returning to school permanently. Here's your game console."

(End of this chapter)