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Chapter 481 Quidditch World Cup
The rejection had touched Andrew more than he had imagined.

Although he himself did not realize it, the attitudes of both Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore towards him were quietly changing.

Although he thought that he had just rejected Dumbledore's whim normally, both Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore believed that in this matter he had shown enough judgment to prove that he had the same judgment as an adult wizard.

This is very important, at least in Dumbledore's view, it means that Andrew is much more mature than the adult wizards he met before who were deceived by Grindelwald with just a few words.

The worry that Nico had aroused about Andrew being abducted by wizards disappeared at this moment, and Dumbledore also felt the urge to give Andrew a little more life.

Well, since you have to stay on campus after graduation, it would be great to do what a professor who stays on campus should do.

But the feeling of being stared at by Minerva that day finally made him give up this idea temporarily - he was still a student, it was better for him to study hard first. The improvement of wizard's strength before adulthood is much faster than that after adulthood, especially if the other party is a research-oriented wizard, it would be even better.

"As for Nico, forget it. Just write to him and tell him about Taylor's choice. If he doesn't want to teach me, I know alchemy, so it's not impossible to be almost there."

Thinking of his old friend's surprised look after seeing Taylor's choice, he began to write the letter with a smile, and thought about what research work he should do today - the principal's office has been expanded a lot, but there are no outstanding options yet.

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"hiss…"

Andrew looked at the egg that was deflated by a punch and took a breath.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that Professor McGonagall's chessboard formation was much more lethal than before.

"But it's not without benefits. At least I can find more offensive tools. But this thing is too brutal..."

In Hogwarts, people usually only talk about the damage caused by spells, and don't pay much attention to physical damage - because potions are so effective.

But this kind of physical damage is absolutely superb. This punch is almost as hard as Hagrid's fist, and the defensive strength is even more incredible. Even if there is a transformed chessboard, it is difficult to be harmed by the spell, let alone in the chessboard of the suppression spell.

'Now one person is truly an army... it's just much harder to learn.'

Andrew shook his head and walked out of the open door - today was another day of not learning.

But after these few days, I have figured out some tricks.

"In another ten days or half a month, I will definitely be able to perform it simply. It will definitely not be as perfect as it is, but it will definitely not be bad."

He was thinking about what kind of thing he could come up with, but was stopped by Professor McGonagall.

"Professor, what's going on?"

Andrew looked at Professor McGonagall in confusion.

"The game is about to start, you have to go watch the World Cup finals."

Professor McGonagall even had some excitement on her face, "We will go together. Albus will stay on duty at school."

???

Andrew was stunned for a moment, and finally remembered this matter - Ireland vs. Bulgaria.

'Well, I was wondering why the professor was so excited... Fortunately, the wizarding world doesn't have such outrageous conflicts as the Muggle world, otherwise I would probably have to fight first if I went there.'

At this point we should even be a little grateful for the Statute of Secrecy, otherwise the remnants of the Victorian era would continue, which would be a real blow!

'The Muggle government here is really good at being unkind. Fortunately, the wizarding world is slightly different and has improved a lot. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to enter the wizarding world even if I came here...'

The greatness of the Book of Admission needs no further explanation - to be in Durmstrang, it would be like thinking that you have special powers but cannot enter a magic school until you reach adulthood.

"What are you daydreaming about, Taylor?"

Too many associations made Professor McGonagall notice Andrew's daze.

"I'm thinking about the excellent seeker in this tournament," Andrew responded quickly - mainly because he had seen the name in the files.

"Krum, right?"

Professor McGonagall nodded, "It's a pity that Potter is too young, otherwise he would not be bad, he is a natural Quidditch player." 'I knew he could pass it.'

"But we have to cancel the Quidditch matches this semester because the field is occupied. But the Triwizard Tournament is always like this, there is nothing we can do about it."

Andrew shook his head, but Professor McGonagall was even happier.

This made Andrew stunned, but he soon figured out why - yes, last year Potter cheated by controlling the outrageous Firebolt to break through the Quidditch game.

If we don’t compete this year, the trophy will have to be displayed for another year…

'The professor really likes Quidditch...'

"Oh, Taylor, I need to put on makeup and go there, because it would be too much trouble for me to go there, and there are only students there, so don't come with me when we get there," Professor McGonagall remembered something, "The Ministry of Magic has prepared a box for you, just go there."

"Okay, Professor."

Andrew agreed readily - this had been agreed upon long ago, and he had to go and support Fudge.

The laboratory funds don't come for free. Even if you go every session, it's only once every four years. They give it generously, so you can't show your weakness at this time.

It's nothing more than showing your face and acting aloof - and finally taking photos with the Ministers of Magic hosted by Fudge and simply saying hello.

Even the door knocker was particularly cooperative today, and the door opened for Andrew without him having to answer the question twice.

After putting on his formal robe, Andrew went downstairs rather uncomfortably and went to find the professor - at this moment, the professor had completely changed his appearance and his attire had no trace of his own characteristics at all.

"Let's go, Taylor."

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"What's Percy waiting for?"

In the Weasley's tent, Harry asked curiously.

Sirius did bring a tent, but it wasn't lively enough over there, so even Sirius came over to join in the fun.

"Wait for the Ripper."

George responded, and this answer made the Gryffindor students who came to visit gasp.

"No way, he's coming too?"

"Are you kidding me? This is the World Cup."

"He's not coming?"

"The twins aren't afraid, so why should we be afraid!"

There was a lot of chatter in the Weasley tent - Professor Black was busy socializing, and there were only students here, so it didn't matter what they said.

"Really? He won't come here, will he?"

“It’s coming, it’s really coming!”

But a group of chattering students didn't wait for Andrew to come in. They saw him being led by Percy towards the other side of the tent.

"Isn't that the adults' tent over there?"

"It's the same in school, so why is that so strange?"

"That's true. He won't be the prefect when school starts this year, right?"

"Prefect... more than that, maybe he will be a warrior when school starts, the Triwizard Tournament!"

The sudden speculation made people excited - everyone wants to be the one, don’t let it be an internal decision!
(End of this chapter)