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Chapter 394: Strikes and Awakening

"What a joke!"

"But that's the fact, sir. Apart from the bad taste, it is indeed a genuine wine. Mr. Taylor has explained the complex nature of winemaking in just a few paragraphs. He has seen through everything."

"That is wine, precious, wonderful, the most wonderful drink in the world that contains culture. It is not some cheap stuff conjured up by a spell, nor is it something that can be conjured up by wood or grass roots!"

Mr. Eros roared madly - he was unwilling to admit, and refused to admit, that the method of brewing precious wine, the magic created by time, was just this kind of thing!

"Except for the spicy taste, there is no taste at all, just like that damn magic, it's all cheap stuff, only the dirtiest and lowest wizards would touch that garbage!"

He thought of the attack point and began to attack it frantically with the damn smell to dispel his fear.

However, the shadow lingers no matter what.

That damn paper that was so popular among the whole nation mentioned something that frightened him.

[I even found out about the flavors, but there's not enough space in a paper like this - but I think people who can read through should be able to find the knowledge, it's not covered up.]

It was a piece of knowledge that sounded like something out of this world—if the wizard who came up with it wasn't the same wizard who rewrote Gamp's Laws of Transfiguration.

How many wizards would be interested in this?

How many wizards would happily conduct in-depth research and directly replicate the taste of various wines?

Considering the number of people in the wizarding world who loved alcohol, he fell into deep despair.

But only a few are in despair, while countless wizards are awakened, especially in Hogwarts.

Young minds always have unparalleled imagination and admirable drive - especially those from Gryffindor.

Augustus Pye, a seventh-year Gryffindor student, was holding his paper with countless thoughts in his mind.

He has currently found the most suitable internship location for him in the whole of the UK. Although the training will take a long time, the future is bright - St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries is the most professional hospital. The internship requirements are frighteningly high, and the training time is comparable to Auror education, but no one will say no.

That's St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries!

'The four certificates of Herbology, Potions, Transfiguration, and Defense Against the Dark Arts, especially the first two, require an E or above...'

Augustus has always been proud of his achievements, but internship and employment are different. St. Mungo's requires both NEWTs certificate and a publishable graduation thesis. Although there is no limit on the journal for the latter, if it is not completed before formal employment, one can only remain an intern.

"I want to treat patients myself. Even Ravenclaw students can't be sure that they can publish papers during their internship, right?"

'But what if we go around it?'

He looked at the magazine in front of him, with a wild idea surging in his heart - as a wizard who had good grades in Muggle Studies and was interested in Muggle healing, he was not under much pressure to understand this paper.

In fact, he had seen some traces in the previous paper that shocked the entire wizarding world - he knew about suturing and disinfection, and had some understanding of cells and microorganisms, but he did not think of Muggle technology at the time.

But now that the new paper has come out, he has confirmed his opinion - Mr. Taylor openly displayed his Muggle technology and combined it with magic to create miracles.

"Although I can't do that, and I don't have such advanced Transfiguration skills, but how about combining it with healing skills?"

His eyes flickered—Gryffindor's inherent courage came into play.

The wizarding world has never used the technique of suturing, nor has it had the concept of cells and infection, but that doesn't mean wizards' healing abilities are poor.

'You can't keep suturing, even Mr. Taylor can't do it. He has to use the most eye-catching method to popularize his technology. I must follow his path. 'Technical things, the first to achieve, he didn't mind using honorifics for the third grader at all - because the other party deserved it.

But now the question is, how to create a popular and acceptable wizarding surgical fusion experiment?
How can I get it included in a journal and become my first in-demand paper?
He thought about it and finally decided.

consult.

Just like asking a professor, he asked Mr. Taylor - he could see the other party's desire to share. Without a great heart, one would not come up with such detailed ideas and development routes in the second paper.

The other party didn't even worry that someone would use air to pinch bread to seize his experimental route!

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"Dong dong."

There was a knock on Professor McGonagall's office door. Andrew and Percy, who were busy catching up on their work from the previous few days, looked up at the same time, and Percy spoke.

"Please come in."

But when the door was pushed open, Andrew and Percy looked at each other and saw uncertainty in each other's eyes.

Was it you who called the person to be put in solitary confinement?

The two exchanged glances and then shook their heads.

"Augustus, the professor is not here. You have to come at another time."

After confirming that they were not here to put him in detention, Percy said hello to his classmates - the seventh year students might be here to see the professor, and this would have to wait, as no one else could handle it.

"No, can I ask Mr. Taylor, I have a question that I want to bother him with."

Augustus asked cautiously.

After all, the other party is not a Gryffindor, and such a famous figure may not have time to waste on himself.

If the other party had not always had a good relationship with Gryffindor House, he would have been embarrassed to disturb the other party even by making such a guess.

'Looking for me?'

Andrew was stunned for a moment and looked at the other person.

"I'm sorry, I don't really like being interviewed," he shook his head. "I've written the content of my thesis very clearly. I'm just an ordinary student and I don't intend to accept too many things that are not related to my student life."

Refuse politely first, and then put him in solitary confinement if he doesn't obey.

This is Hogwarts. People outside the castle cannot enter, but he is not afraid of the students inside the castle.

How else would he have the guts to wander around the castle without his invisibility cloak after causing such trouble?

"No, it's not an interview, sir. I read your paper carefully and felt that it was very related to Muggle technology. So I have some immature ideas and would like you to take a look at them."

Under that serious gaze, Augustus remembered the other party's terrible nickname and carefully brought up the most attention-grabbing topic he could think of.

(End of this chapter)