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Chapter 489 Mr. Cullivan's Concerns
"Professor, the documents have been processed."

Andrew placed today's documents on Professor McGonagall's desk and waited for further instructions.

"Okay, that's all for today, Taylor, you can go down and rest first. We won't be practicing the Transfiguration chessboard today."

Professor McGonagall nodded. "That's it for today. Come on time tomorrow as usual."

"Yes, Professor."

Andrew agreed, and then began to think about his next arrangements for the day - he had some time today, why not create a legend?
I haven't moved a single word in four days. It turns out that without the pressure of a publishing deadline, people tend to slack off.

He shook his head, criticized himself a little, and started walking towards the laboratory.

Behind him, in Professor McGonagall's office, Professor McGonagall glanced at the document and called out, "Albus, do you think this is appropriate?"

Dumbledore walked out happily, "Is there anything inappropriate?"

"That's right. He's handling official business over there, and I always feel like I'm wasting his time." Professor McGonagall glanced at the office door from a distance. "At first, I thought I shouldn't waste his Transfiguration talent. It would save a lot of time for me to take time out to guide him in the office instead of him studying on his own. I thought it was normal at the time."

"Later, his talent improved. It didn't matter. I could teach him. It wouldn't be a waste of his time."

"But after last year," Professor McGonagall thought back, "his talent was realized too quickly. I occasionally think that handling official business here is a waste of his potential, especially when he went to a meeting a few days ago, and other wizards were even discussing what his next research project would be."

"So you called me here, Minerva?"

Dumbledore sat down with a smile. With a wave of his wand, a bottle of mead and several glasses appeared. "Well, how should I put it? If we must look at it from such a utilitarian point of view, it is indeed a waste of his time to continue handling chores in the office, especially when his ability to transform is beyond our imagination."

The bottle automatically poured out the wine, and Dumbledore handed one of the glasses to Professor McGonagall. "But why don't you ask Taylor what he thinks?"

"Last time we said that he actually has very stable emotional control ability, has learned to say no, and can frankly say no. In every aspect, he can be regarded as an excellent adult wizard. But are you going to make a decision for him now?"

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, then picked up his wine glass and took a sip. "Besides, if you talk about waste, isn't it a waste of your talent if I let you handle school affairs and teach students?"

"I love dealing with students. They are really lively, Albus," Professor McGonagall said very firmly, but hesitated a little after she finished speaking. "Of course, sometimes they are a little too lively, but I really like being a professor, Albus."

"As for me, if I follow what those people say, I should go to the Ministry of Magic to be the Minister so as not to waste my talent. But compared to the Minister of Magic, I prefer to stay with these young minds, especially when I occasionally discover a genius, it is even more gratifying - but, not all of them..."

He drank the wine in one gulp with a smile, "Okay, that's it, Minerva, don't worry too much about arranging things for Tyler. Tyler is a mature wizard, he knows how to say no. Don't keep thinking about changing any arrangements. All these years of research on Transfiguration have taught me that when something is in a stable state, no matter how strange it looks, it's better not to cast spells randomly."

Dumbledore left Professor McGonagall's office happily after he finished speaking. It was not until long after he left that Professor McGonagall finally realized that Dumbledore had been lazy again and had not dealt with the documents.

'Never mind, maybe Albus is right...'

She shook her head and started to process the documents.

"Interesting, interesting."

Andrew wrote a romance for a while, and then began to read Mr. Cullivan's reply.

The other party is indeed an old wizard who has lived for a long time. His knowledge accumulation is definitely no worse than any professor, and his vision is also sharp enough.

"It's just that his strength seems a little lacking, worthy of the identity of a master of herbology. Also, wizards are not just for fighting and killing. The most powerful spell in the history of magic is just Grindelwald's improved Fiendfyre. But Grindelwald is only one person, and there are two of those things that can destroy a city in a certain place in a few days..."

"So, we still have to build. Magic is so magical, it would be a shame if we don't use it to innovate and start a war..."

He put down a legendary manuscript and added a few simple sentences to the outline - talking with Mr. Cullivan gave Dumbledore many excellent ideas.

"I can't share this with Mr. Cullivan. After all, even he can't reveal this secret that is so closely related to the top of the astronomy tower."

But the rest can be communicated.

[In our last letter, we discussed the definition of wizards, Mr. Cullivan. Although you have a unique vision, I have to say that it is still too narrow.

There is conflict between wizards and Muggles. I agree with you very much, but it is too early for you to be pessimistic about the future.

As we have talked about, the earth beneath our feet is just a sphere, which is true, but how many such spheres are there?

Muggles have been able to leave the sphere, but their technology, or as you would say, Muggle magic - they are delicate and fragile.

Why not wizards?

In alchemy, the stones brought by meteors are called miracle stones, but look up at the moon, Mr. Cullivan, it is a whole piece of miracle stone!
All we have to do is to understand the Muggle's 'magic' and then use magic to transform and improve ourselves.

What do you think about building a laboratory on the moon? I think that would be really cool, Mr. Cullivan!
But this is not the limit. The wizard's astronomy is too close. And in places that cannot be observed with the naked eye, who knows how many places like this land there are out there? 】

Andrew paused with his quill, but the letter was not finished.

What the other party learned was a bit sad - yes, looking at all that knowledge, Andrew felt overwhelmed in the Internet age, let alone this era.

This letter gave the old man some confidence, but there were still some questions he had not considered yet and he had to finish them before he could answer them.

"That's all for now. I don't have any good ideas today. Being a wizard, you still have to be down-to-earth. Let's set a small goal first. Well, let's burn 25 sets of herbs today!"

(End of this chapter)