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Chapter 505 The Visitor Finally Arrives

"You've been extremely busy these days, Andrew," Hal sighed as he looked at Andrew who had just returned from the dormitory. "I haven't seen you much this semester except during class time."

"Not only during class time, but he even skipped a few Transfiguration classes," Kevin added in a low voice, "Do you have any new inventions?"

There are no new inventions, but new punishments are about to be unlocked - Professor Flitwick is too cruel.

"Not yet," Andrew collapsed on the bed. "However, how are you dealing with that target? Students from other schools will be here in a week."

"Is it now?"

Hal took a deep breath, but then shook his head, "But we didn't even touch your target."

"That's not possible. Just follow Dumbledore's restrictions."

Andrew agreed as he turned to a comfortable angle, his eyelids immediately starting to feel heavy.

"No clue at all...Andrew? Andrew?"

Hal called out in confusion, but found no response.

He approached cautiously, only to find that Andrew had fallen asleep at an unprecedented speed.

"What the hell."

He left carefully, then gestured with his hands and whispered, "He was so tired that he fell asleep."

"Merlin's beard, I'm so tired," Kevin shook his head, "If I had those honors, no, even if it was only one-third, I don't think I would work any harder - this competition is really unfair, why doesn't Andrew have the right to participate?"

"Yeah, I don't know what happened. So many seniors couldn't handle his spell. He is the strongest in our school, but he is not qualified to participate..."

Hughes quietly joined the conversation, "Forget it, let's keep our voices down. This guy is really, I really doubt that something is chasing him. Why is he fighting so hard?"

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If Andrew could hear Hughes' question, he would definitely think about it for a while.

But unfortunately, after completing the most difficult dream construction technique, his original pressure disappeared and he was sleeping soundly at this moment.

The trouble caused by Lockhart has been weighing on him, especially after Professor Nina had to leave the school, he felt that he had to come up with a solution.

Now, this method finally has some clues. After dream weaving appears in the magic world where the entertainment industry is weak, most people will come to study it. At that time, even if no one develops it for use in the medical field, there will be a large amount of data for reference.

On the bright side, the treatment plan might come out earlier than the results of the Triwizard Tournament.

This was the best result he could achieve - without the help of Transfiguration and the power of other wizards through dreams, he really had no confidence in overcoming the difficulty of healing with the Forgetfulness Spell.

Even if you are an outstanding graduate of Hogwarts and want to become a doctor at St. Mungo's, you have to undergo a long period of study in the school. This is not something that can be achieved by inspiration or Transfiguration.

Even Professor Snape, a master of potions, didn't dare say that he could do the job of a school doctor. Andrew could only barely graduate with an E in potions, so he didn't dare expect to become a famous doctor all of a sudden.

When I woke up, it was already six o'clock the next day.

Andrew got up from the bed, stretched his muscles quietly, and felt like he was alive again.

"I slept for about twelve hours. I'm a little hungry...didn't you have dinner?"

He thought back and confirmed that he had slept until now after finishing the records. "Forget it, I don't care," he left the dormitory carefully, "I don't know what surprise the professor will come up with later, anyway, at most we can go to the astronomy tower together..."

He had written the information and was waiting to publish it after it was unveiled. As for the subsequent research and development, he was not in a hurry because the results would come out after the other three schools came to him. Professor Flitwick could only use the previous version of the spell.

"If you think about it this way, there's basically nothing left to prepare for the Triwizard Tournament. We just need to focus on the target and see if anyone can break through in the end..."

"As for the rest... write a legend, write about the future prospects of dream magic. Okay, I have to control my work and rest schedule. The time stolen by the time-twister is not given for nothing..."

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"It still hasn't been broken."

Andrew stood among the professors, thinking about the final fate of the target - it was still standing there at the moment of suspension. Andrew thought that the other students would tear it down collectively, but in the end no one took action and left helplessly.

"It will be fine in a moment, Andrew."

Professor Flitwick beside him lowered his voice, "When they come, we can give them a good scare!"

I don't look forward to it at all, Dean...

Andrew complained inwardly.

And he was very confused - why was he assigned to the professor team by Professor McGonagall?

Even if he was standing in front of all the class leaders, it would be fine. He was not afraid of the students anyway. Although he did not want to admit it, the fact was that all the current class leaders were selected by him...

But now that you've come here, you have to abide by the rules.

He stood obediently by the side, waiting for the first visitor to arrive.

It didn't take long for him to find out who was the first to arrive - a huge group of Pegasus appeared in the sky. Obviously, this was the giant flying carriage used in previous sessions, demonstrating Beauxbatons' excellent magical creature breeding technology.

What this thing shows off is the Pegasus, but as for the carriage, its technical content is limited.

"Watch it, Andrew."

Professor Flitwick waved his wand, and before the carriage landed, a huge semi-illusory projection appeared in the air—a noisy crowd, a strange referee, and a familiar scene...

"Is it Hogwarts hundreds of years ago? No, it should be the Triwizard Tournament hundreds of years ago, and the professor recreated the historical scene?"

Andrew was surprised to see the friendly exchanges between those completely unfamiliar wizards. They were wearing robes of completely different styles in the unfamiliar castle and talking to each other in a friendly manner. One of them was clearly marked as a student of Beauxbatons.

'This is so cool... I'm so narrow-minded, I was like, why would the professor play a legend today...'

Andrew shook his head, admiring inwardly.

"Images sometimes contain more information. Clothes, hair accessories, and language, if they can be preserved intact, they can pass on more knowledge. And compared to memory, it is less likely to be damaged," the dean carefully introduced while maintaining the spell, "and it is also easier to copy and spread."

"What a pity," the professor added suddenly, "it would be even better if it was a legend. But the publishing house said that the technology of dream adaptation is too new, and they will not sell it easily before reaching a consensus with the author - compared to my salary, his offer is too high..."

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(End of this chapter)