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Chapter 396: Still no wave
'what's the situation? ’

After Andrew finished running, he looked through the latest Daily Prophet with others at the dining table, but there was still no report he expected.

Cellulose saccharification has created a huge wave in the entire wizarding world, but the production of enzymes - it's been five days, and there's still no decent news!

At least a Gryffindor student came to his office yesterday to ask him about something, which made him very excited and felt that the changes in the wizarding world would start from Hogwarts, but nothing happened today.

"What on earth happened? This shouldn't happen. The Statute of Secrecy only restricts the communication between wizards and the Muggle world. It definitely doesn't impact the content of the Statute of Secrecy. Even if it did impact the content, it at least caused some splashes and sparked heated discussions!"

With this level of probing, we can't possibly trigger an emergency curfew and prohibit discussion of the relevant content, right?
What a joke, this is Hogwarts, where Dumbledore is - do you really think he is a wild wizard without a backer? Even if he is a traditional wizard or a correspondence wizard who is not in the Hogwarts system, he cannot block the news so directly.

"That shouldn't be the case. If there really is a problem, Professor McGonagall won't help me translate the paper. This is Hogwarts..."

He fell into deep thought, but couldn't get any answers. He could only persuade himself to be more steady and not be too hasty for success.

"Maybe, they are still discussing it, or maybe they feel that the attitude within the school is ambiguous? But I can't get involved in such strategic issues. Anyway, Dumbledore is here, so don't think about it."

"It's just some honors, and most of it depends on luck, and it's normal to make mistakes in judgment - are you upset about just a few badges and some bonuses?"

Andrew questioned himself and then calmed himself down.

Don't be in a hurry - at least the sign has been put out. If it doesn't cause the expected sensation, then study it and come up with something more powerful.

'It's just a bit of a trap for my classmates. If the sensation brought by enzymes has been suppressed, then it's normal for medical beauty to be suppressed. I just think witches will be a little crazy. Muggles will use arsenic for beauty treatments. Witches will remove their eyebrows for a pimple. Even a wise lady like Miss Granger will worry about her front teeth (Andrew has seen her excessive thinking about magic in this regard in her homework...). This thing is easier to break through...'

But he couldn't tell anyone about the things he hadn't judged, so he could only ask Percy to tell his classmate not to rush to produce results, but to wait and see which way the wind in the wizarding world would blow.

"Really? It's just a little research, why is it so troublesome? The confidentiality law shouldn't restrict this!"

He sighed, put the newspaper down, and continued eating.

Only then did he notice that the noise in the surrounding environment gradually became louder, and soon returned to normal like the surrounding area.

"Any big thoughts, Taylor?"

Hal asked in a low voice, his eyes widened.

"There should be lemon-flavored ice cream at noon, so you have to come early."

It’s really hard to share the bad things, so Andrew casually talked about his daily life today.

"Isn't it a great invention story?" Hal looked disappointed - he had finally accepted his roommate's new settings. He had jumped from a student like them to a big figure in the entire wizarding world, and his every word and action was reflecting on the future of the entire wizarding world.

To be honest, his first reaction when the news in the Daily Prophet came out was - did the newspaper make a mistake?
It's not that he has any bad thoughts about Andrew, but this matter is too unbelievable. Merlin's beard, this guy said happily before going to bed that there was a big event. He thought it was just that the school needed to repair something or a group of unlucky guys were put in detention!
He had thought enough, and it was scary enough - a formal member of the Student Union, a chor manager in Professor McGonagall's office, a student who was like a prefect in every way except that he had no official title, and even had powers that were scarier than those of a prefect but he never abused them!

Yes, at most he could add a Transfiguration skill that was as skilled as that of a graduate, and if he could be even better, he could win a few more first places, or even snatch the first place in the total score from Miss Granger. That's the limit!
The next wishful thinking is to join the college's Quidditch team - but Andrew has already got this thing, and all he lacks is the Quidditch Cup!

How could he have thought, how could he dare to imagine that this guy could do such a thing!
As a wizard who aspires to be an excellent journalist, he knows those people too well - every one of them coming to Britain is enough for the Daily Prophet to publish a cover story!

But those guys gathered together just to give the award to this guy Andrew!

Although it was a bit embarrassing to say it, the article he was going to write for the Daily Prophet was indeed about his memories of his roommate - just brag about it and follow a legend.

It should be fine if he agrees. There is no rush anyway. Andrew is in the sixth grade and if he doesn't agree, he can change the topic, but he will put daily observation on the agenda first.

Even if Andrew doesn't agree, it will lay a good foundation for interviewing other big shots, so it won't be a big problem.

"That was just a lucky experiment under the guidance of a professor, Hal. I'm just a lucky wizard."

Andrew picked up a donut and looked at his roommate helplessly, "You can't ask me to think about the meaning of life, the true meaning of magic, the future of wizards, etc."

"No, what does that look mean?"

Andrew's eyes widened—do you really believe it?
"Hal, don't think about it. Andrew is a guy who won't really tell you even if he wants to. He didn't tell you last time."

You're only making things worse!
But there was no doubt that Kevin did it on purpose—the kid had been good at this since first grade.

"Okay, okay, I give up. You can watch if you want. I'll take you to my lab, but you are not allowed to bring anyone else, and you are not allowed to take notes."

He shook his head. "Also, you have to do me a favor. I need to borrow your name for a while."

Not to mention the things in the laboratory, he has even released all his experimental ideas. He is not worried about leaks or anything like that. He is just worried that there are too few people doing research.

He would probably calm down after seeing this group of guys - besides, he really needed to borrow the name of his roommate.

If he was asked to use his real name to recruit a Latin teacher, that would be a disaster. It would be good enough if he could find one who knows Latin in five days. He can't be put in solitary confinement for private matters, and the onlookers alone would annoy him to death.

He has to learn to accumulate himself for a new beginning.

(End of this chapter)