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Chapter 480 Sorry, Professor, I Reject

After confirming that nothing that could be easily hung on the astronomy tower was exposed, Andrew finally felt relieved.

But before long, his brows furrowed.

"Let me participate in the competition?"

He looked at Professor McGonagall and then at Dumbledore, his eyes full of confusion.

"Yes, let you participate in the competition, the Triwizard Tournament."

Dumbledore nodded.

"You are joking, Professor Dumbledore."

Andrew shook his head directly, but after a slight hesitation, he still asked, "But let me ask, what kind of pressure did the Ministry of Magic put on you?"

He was Fudge after all, so it was normal for him to be vain and boastful occasionally - the expenses before and after the Triwizard Tournament were not low, and without selling tickets, the advertising fees could only be considered a subsidy that was better than nothing.

"You have been the one to dabble with the Ministry's documents, Taylor. There is nothing wrong with that."

Professor McGonagall shook her head.

"So, the school board is putting strange pressure on us, thinking that we must get the trophy for this Triwizard Tournament?"

Andrew continued to ask doubtfully - No, what kind of greedy people have infiltrated the school board?
The appearance of the lamp alone is enough to make back the capital, not to mention the derived light-filling herbal medicine technology! These are all real money-making businesses, not to mention the improvement of the loom and other messy experiments, the return rate is more than ten times.

If there really is one, don't blame him for going to someone's house and cursing - he is not yet an adult in the wizarding world, and it would be useless for him to go over and curse. After venting his anger, he can then pull others to squeeze that idiot out. There are so many wizards who intend to invest in his future, and they can all come together.

"No, the board of directors even plans to make additional investments next semester. You've seen that, Taylor."

Professor McGonagall looked a little strange, "Albus was going to ask you if you were planning on participating in the competition. If so, we will arrange for the competition to take place."

???

No?

Half of the summer vacation is over, plus the time of last semester!
"I have received a reply from the Ministry of Magic. The level I designed has been included. In addition, the competition committee has also formed a prototype. I guess the other schools have also gotten the information in advance. I will be a contestant. Are you not going to continue with the Triwizard Tournament?"

I'm not kidding - unless there are many heroes this year, such as the young man with a missing nose, young Dumbledore, or young Grindelwald, he will crush everyone with his moves.

He is still somewhat confident in his own strength.

All that effort wasted, and a bunch of things had to be readjusted, just to make him happy and take the trophy?
Will the next competition be held?
Is the credibility of the Triwizard Tournament still going to be lost?
Who among those countries will play with you - this is not like jumping to a neutral country, being neutral for a few days and then changing back to neutral again, who will recognize you!
At first, the other party didn't know that they were just crushing the other party with a smile, so they just accepted it. But they broke the rules and overturned the established rules just to get a trophy for themselves?
Andrew looked at Dumbledore, expecting the headmaster to give him a better explanation.

'hiss…'

Dumbledore suddenly felt a cold sweat on his back - for some reason, he suddenly felt that there were two Professor McGonagalls standing in front of him.

The double scrutiny and the guilty conscience for being lazy piled up all at once, and even the First White Wizard couldn't bear it anymore.

"Just participate in the competition like a normal student, and then challenge the Triwizard Tournament as a warrior." He forced himself to speak as usual, but his confidence was no longer as strong as before.

"According to the original rules, I am not eligible to participate, Headmaster. When we first announced the event, we already decided that underage wizards are not allowed to participate."

Andrew shook his head. "I have received enough special treatment, Principal. You don't have to make the Triwizard Tournament special for me. After all, it is a precious treasure left by our predecessors. We can't waste it like this. Even if the school doesn't win this time, I hope such large-scale exchange activities can continue to be held."

Only the flow of information can drive progress. What good is there in sticking to the old ways? How can Hogwarts alone be responsible for the reform of the wizarding world?
It’s better to do it together, otherwise when will mobile phones and computers become magical?
Not to mention he has a big move coming up this semester!
Just for this reason, he couldn't let Dumbledore be here...

'Merlin's beard, what am I thinking? Wait, when did I develop this habit?'
Andrew shook his head slightly and put this inappropriate idea behind him - but the idea that just emerged was indeed a bit outrageous.

"But it's important for you to compete, Taylor..."

Dumbledore was halfway through his speech when he suddenly smiled. "Ah, it's not that important. You are right. Yes, since the process has been set, it is best not to change it at will. Respecting the rules is a good thing."

???

Principal, what are you doing?
Andrew had no idea what Dumbledore was thinking, let alone predicting his actions. He looked at Andrew with relief, "You really don't want to participate in the Triwizard Tournament?"

"If it was at the beginning, yes, but now, my answer is, yes, I refuse."

Andrew responded seriously, "Unless Hogwarts has some reason to win the trophy, even if you ask me to participate, my answer is still no."

"very good."

Dumbledore nodded, then walked out of Professor McGonagall's office with a smile.

"Albus!"

Professor McGonagall's stern voice came, "Don't leave in a hurry, there are still documents to sign!"

But Dumbledore stopped responding all of a sudden, as fast as if he had Apparated in the school.

"Albus is really a man who does whatever he wants," Professor McGonagall sighed, "but you, do you really not intend to become a college warrior?"

"I violated too many rules when I was a warrior, professor," Andrew spread his hands, "so I have to start all over again, and I can't participate. The most important thing is that I have adapted to being a judge. If I become a warrior again, I always feel like I am bullying the warriors from other schools."

"Yes, it is." Professor McGonagall nodded, "Go back and rest. Take a day off tomorrow and adjust yourself. I will go and communicate with Albus again."

-

"He refused, Albus, and you saw it."

Professor McGonagall had a slight smile on her face. "Mr. Nicole's judgment is flawed. Taylor's emotions and stance are much more stable than he estimated."

"It's much better than I expected," Dumbledore said without mentioning that he seemed to have seen Professor McGonagall's shadow. "Rejection is a great growth, especially for me. Now I am not worried about the scene described by Nico."

(End of this chapter)