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Chapter 419: Thoughts on the Way Home

"I can cast spells freely. In the magic world, I am considered an adult."

Andrew glanced at the document and nodded.

From now on, all spellcasting restrictions on underage wizards had no effect on him. He could even feel that he had thrown off the last of the shackles. To be honest, he had been able to feel that he was bound by the magic of the Trace Contract for a long time, but had not been able to lift it due to legal restrictions.

But after he got his hands on the document written by the Minister of Magic himself, the magic of the underage contract naturally became invalid.

"What is that? Can I see it?"

Norman asked curiously, but there was no way. When the letter was brought over, Taylor just stood there watching and didn't respond - could it be that the Ministry of Magic gave him another medal of honor or something?
Anyway, it's not that he couldn't accept the idea of ​​entering the Ministry of Magic for internship early. With Taylor's grades, it wouldn't be a big problem.

"Look."

Andrew smiled and handed the thing to Norman.

'So short?'

Norman looked at it, and then looked again.

Then, Andrew saw Norman's eyes widened, his mouth opened, and his face showed an extremely sour expression as if he had eaten a lemon.

“My birthday is in April, Taylor.”

"Oh, I see. I will prepare a good gift," Andrew took the letter with a smile. "Of course, you have to tell me the specific date. April alone won't do."

"I can't officially cast spells until the Easter holiday!"

Norman felt terrible - he didn't even dare to think about badges, and he didn't dare to hope for any achievements, but this was so enviable!

"Almost. It won't be more than a few days. Look, some sixth graders have just celebrated their birthdays. They can do the same. It won't be more than a few days, Norman."

Andrew patted Norman on the shoulder and walked back happily - a better spell notification had arrived, and he had no worries this time when he returned.

"There's just one small problem. I have to take the Hogwarts Express back tomorrow, which is really too fast..."

Andrew shook his head and complained, but had no intention of using the more convenient Floo powder - since he had said that he wanted to enjoy the vacation, it would be better not to make it too special. Besides, being on the train was not a pure waste of time. Not only could he read a book, but the food in the dining car was also quite nice to eat occasionally.

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'I really am, why do I feel so good about the train coming back?'

Andrew silently blamed himself, but still had a smile on his face - London is so big, how did he encounter this?

Do all trains in the UK have to go through London and then return?
If there was no acquaintance in front of him, he would have flown back using the Floo Network according to the technique he had set, and then conjured up a train ticket. Anyway, he could make an identical ticket with a template, a little trick he had mastered when he was in second grade.

"Speaking of which, Andrew, you haven't been home for Christmas for a long time. Your boarding school is really strange. I wanted to write to you, but there is no email address at your school."

The boy, who was two years younger than Andrew, was at the age when he had the strongest desire to explore. "I don't know how you are doing. Anyway, we fight every day over there, and sometimes there is corporal punishment. But they can't beat me, hehe."

"Same, there were fights, and some especially liked to avoid professors when fighting. Students even divided into gangs and factions," Andrew recalled, trying to pick out what he could say.

"Hey, then you must be a good fighter," the boy looked at Andrew with admiration. With this height and complexion, although he is not fat, you can tell at a glance that he is not the type to be bullied at school. He didn't pay attention to it when he was in elementary school, but now that he has finished middle school, he suddenly knows how terrible the schools outside are.

"Are you the chief, Andrew?"

"Me," Andrew thought for a while. The leader should be the class monitor, so he probably has no chance. But would the student union be considered a reserve?
“I’m not old enough, but I play well with them.”

“That’s really amazing.”

...

Although it was very tiring to sit on the train all the way, he was mentally fine - although a first-year junior high school student was easy to fool, he still thought a lot carefully.

Especially a very critical issue.

How to look at Hogwarts and even the entire wizarding world from a Muggle's perspective, and how to make the wizarding world look less incongruous.

It was the first time he thought about this question, and the answer was a little crude, but it was good enough to appease a first grader.

"Speaking of which, there are too many special features of Hogwarts. It's the only school, so it can't be simply a nesting doll."

Small, medium and high schools in Muggle society are selected through layers of screening, but Hogwarts is not like that. It enrolls the vast majority of wizards of appropriate age in the British wizarding community.

"So, it's normal to have a lot of idiots and even some bad guys, but the upper limit of top students is ridiculously high..."

'But this is actually irrelevant. The key point is that preschool education is too disconnected. There is even no complete preschool education. It all depends on the students' family education. Muggle-borns will be better. Those born in wizarding families will be much worse even if they drink potions...'

"But I can't recommend something like a Hogwarts preschool, can I? At most, I can suggest some enlightenment materials such as correspondence textbooks."

There is no way around correspondence courses. Many places that don't have magic schools rely on correspondence courses. Hogwarts also collects a certain amount of textbook licensing fees every year, but Andrew only knows about it.

He is just an office boy, why does he have to take on so many responsibilities?
'But now that I think about it, this loophole needs to be plugged. Let's see which professor is willing to bear the curse of the wizards who have not enrolled. Anyway, I am just making a suggestion, I am not at the level to write it.'

Only when students have more knowledge can they have richer imagination. Only when they have imagination can the whole magical world progress. Andrew does not intend to rely entirely on himself to climb the technology tree to the information age step by step.

"It's decided. I'll talk to Professor McGonagall about it when I get back and see which professor is willing to bear the blame."

"It's finally here. Mrs. Camille must be very happy!"

The kid next to him had no idea that Andrew, whom he admired, had come up with such a terrible idea in just a moment. His face was full of smiles. “You didn’t come back for Christmas, and she always thought you were bullied!”

Bully?

Such an unfamiliar word...

Andrew thought about it - yes, he did not bully the students, he just put them in confinement according to school rules.

So, he smiled with great relief.

Mrs. Camille had asked about his grades before and thought he had problems with language learning.

This time he was not afraid of the test at all. Although he could not get a certificate because he had never seen the original, he had truly learned Latin this time, and with the authentic accent of a clergyman!
(End of this chapter)