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Chapter 407 Latin Graduation

"Your Latin is improving very rapidly, Mr. Taylor."

In the classroom, the fat monk smiled and nodded. "Although I would like to provide more help, in fact, apart from the problem of your tone, you still need to adjust it and expand your vocabulary. I really have nothing more to teach you."

Latin is a dead language, but it did change a bit during the time when the fat monk lived, but not much, and with Andrew's current foundation, he could learn and master it very quickly.

As for the tone, there was nothing that could be done about it - the fat monk was, after all, an outrageous clergy wizard, and his pronunciation was close to the tone of preaching, so Andrew naturally learned from it.

But it’s not a big problem. In this day and age, most people who can converse fluently in Latin are clergymen.

It's just that it's not easy to get along with this identity - he doesn't want to be hunted for witches like the fat monk.

Although the specific process is too presumptuous to ask, the power of the church definitely includes mysticism, otherwise the law of confidentiality would not have been forced to appear.

But that period of history - how should I put it? Andrew got no results after a simple inquiry. Even Hughes, who was recognized as the living textbook of the History of Magic in the dormitory, could not tell a single word about it, as if it had been banned along with the era before the Statute of Secrecy.

When he finally got around to it, Professor Binns, who was most likely to provide the answer, had happily left the castle and gone on vacation.

There was no other way, he could only ask later.

Anyway, no one knows how long it will take the wizarding world to digest the technology, and even if the past history is dug up, it won't change much - unless you can directly get your hands on the legendary powerful ancient magic, it's really not as good as promoting transfiguration to improve your strength.

Putting these messy thoughts behind him, Andrew stood up very seriously and saluted the fat monk, "Thank you very much for your help, Mr. Monk."

"It's only natural. How could Hufflepuff reject a wizard who loves gourmet food?"

He shook his head gently and tried to close the textbook (a transparent version of the Vulgate that he carried with him). "It's a pity that you didn't choose to believe in religion in the end."

"You must be joking, monk, the Orthodox Church, we are both hunted!"

But such words are obviously not suitable to be said to a kind ghost who has just provided great help.

"Sorry, Brother, I believe more in Transfiguration."

"Not bad, at least you've read it through several times. What could be better than this? Maybe you'll fall in love with it," the fat monk didn't mind. He had never been successful in his missionary work among wizards, so he was used to it. "Well, that's it for now. Congratulations, Mr. Taylor, you've graduated in Latin."

"If I return this summer, I can at least forge a language certificate to fool people, but I have to look through the official ones first..."

Andrew put this thought behind him, thanked the fat monk again very seriously, and then turned to say goodbye.

His Latin studies came to an end from then on, and what he had to prepare for next was the study of laboratory rules and his own designated potions cramming plan - at this point in time, he would have to study potions well, as the connections between the various magical disciplines were too strong.

Especially since there are so many powerful wizards out there, each one more powerful than the other, and if Andrew doesn't fill in the gaps, he's afraid that one day he won't be able to understand their mixed papers.

The magical cloning brought by Magical Biology has taught him enough lessons.

"However, before that, I have to trouble Senior Sister Elizabeth to help me sort out the last flaws in Latin, and then start the study of the commonality of spells."

Andrew believed that he was definitely not the only one who could see this thing - after all, he had the first-mover advantage and foresight in Muggle technology, and there were countless wizards here who had explored it.

His only advantage is his decent Transfiguration ability, the rest is not worth mentioning.

——"Reproduction, success?"

Tom stared at the extract with wide eyes - it really met the description of those wizards and witches, and it also matched the knowledge in Muggle textbooks.

After all, he had attended primary school honestly, and although those messy things were hidden deep in his mind after helping him get some good grades, they were not forgotten.

He, Tom Riddle, has advantages that most wizards don't have!

He is a student who completed primary school and achieved excellent results!

'But how on earth did those bastards cheat? How could they be faster than me?'

Tom stared at the successfully replicated papers and felt a little irritable.

He didn't believe that those guys had such a good background as he did - so how did they do it so quickly?

"No, it's more than that. It's the lack of strength. Since I woke up, my strength has never really recovered. I can even say that I spent a long time trying to balance myself."

Tom shook his head, "In addition, the work in the store and the lack of magic transformation also had a huge impact. Without magic transformation, my magic power has not reached its peak, and I have not adjusted to the most suitable state for casting spells before."

But this is not just something to say.

Putting aside the dangers of magical transformation, he would not be able to return to his previous state if he were to hide in the magical world.

As for finding a place to hide?
He looked at the next piece of information in his hand and shook his head decisively.

"I don't need any medical cosmetic transformation, but the combination of Muggle healing and transfiguration does have a good enough effect. Once the condition stabilizes, I can use magical cosmetic surgery to restore my current appearance after the magical transformation, which can offset the impact of the magical transformation to the greatest extent."

Whether they are pure-blooded, half-blooded or even Muggle wizards, they are all shallow-minded guys. They only pay attention to appearance and do not understand the importance of strength.

However, due to his own instability, he was still unable to pursue power with the same undivided attention as before.

'Keep calm, you have to kill that Voldemort guy and take your power back, you have to transform yourself magically, you have to make yourself a face that will not be suspected.'

He tried to persuade himself, and then began to study the new knowledge seriously - he had not read it greedily before he was able to make that enzyme.

'There is no theoretical problem,'

He made quick judgments.

'There are no failures reported these days either.'

'There was no wizard who explicitly objected.'

'So, it can and will succeed.'

Tom nodded, then frowned.

"But what are these things? I've never learned them! They're completely different from the last magic!"

(End of this chapter)