This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 507: Warrior Riding on Wood

Both Dumbledore and Madame Maxime were very interested in the idea of ​​exchange proposed by Andrew.

Communication is actually very difficult to say, because no one can express their meaning completely accurately.

Be it words, pictures, or even face-to-face language, actions, and expressions, it is difficult to fully express what you mean. Although it is a joke to say that there is a fan-shaped pattern in the eyes, people really hope to see that fan-shaped pattern rather than get a look that you guess.

A dream that can be changed according to one's wishes may not fully express one's own meaning, but it is better than looking at the sea with surging emotions and then finally uttering "Fuck".

Even if you can't speak, if you create a dream model of your first impression of the sea, others will be able to feel your excitement instead of reading comprehension based on "Wow" or something like that.

Although there is a threshold, and one needs to reach a certain level in both Transfiguration and Magic to do it, this is not a disadvantage of dream communication - what is the point of communicating if you haven't learned anything? There is no point in talking about random thoughts.

Anyway, both headmasters were very optimistic about the prospect of dream communication, especially Dumbledore. Putting aside the legend, he really hoped to come into contact with more dreams created by young people, as those were the true thoughts of young minds about the wizarding world.

However, there was no need for further in-depth discussion - because a huge shadow had appeared in the sky.

"Oh my god, what is that?"

There was an exclamation in French from behind, but the other party quickly restrained himself.

But Andrew didn't bother to see who it was. All that came to his mind was the classic "Fuck."

"Damn it, Kodostoriz said they used giant trees for long-distance flight, but why are they so big?"

Yes, he knew very well that huge trees were used as broomsticks for playing Quidditch, but what the hell was this tree that was bigger than a house?

And, still alive?
He even suspected that his perception was wrong - he didn't see this thing the last time he went to Kodosdoriz!

But the big tree had already landed. It landed heavily on the ground of Hogwarts, and then the end that landed quickly took root and sprouted. The tilted trunk began to be straightened quickly, and the hole in the tree was opened at this time. A tall man with a beard led out.

Andrew looked at Professor Flitwick curiously - this time the professor had created an ordinary welcome screen. After all, there was no historical data about this appearance.

He could only turn his gaze towards the visitor. Dumbledore quickly stepped forward and gave the host's blessing, "Welcome to Hogwarts, friend of Kodos Dorez."

"Ah, Headmaster Dumbledore, I'm so glad to see you."

Andrew didn't know what to make of the Vladislav principal's English - he could only say that learning a language in the magical world was indeed not difficult. For example, Mr. Batty, who had just been stripped of his position, was an excellent language expert.

'I just don't know how the students are doing. The other two schools are okay for communication, but the Russian is far behind...'

"Are you good at some Russian, too, Mr. Taylor?"

Madame Maxime suddenly asked in a low voice.

"Just a little bit," Andrew shook his head. "I have too little time to learn."

"There is too much unknown knowledge in the magical world, but this also means that there are many unknowns for us to explore, right?"

Madam Maxime shook her head slightly. It must be said that her voice and thoughts during the conversation really made people want to communicate with her. "That's true," Andrew nodded. After all, he was a Ravenclaw. "There is never enough time."

"This is incredible. Do you spend all your time studying magic, Mr. Taylor?"

"How is that possible? There must be some entertainment," Andrew shook his head slightly, "I occasionally play some wizard chess or read some interesting books to broaden my horizons."

Andrew found that it was not difficult to take care of the emotions of this guest who came from afar - and he was not sure whether he was taking care of the other person's emotions, as if the other person's desire to communicate was stronger than his.

But even if he thought about it carefully, he didn't find that the other party asked any questions about Hogwarts itself. Instead, he would occasionally talk about some interesting things in the areas he was involved in.

"Who is taking care of whom? Why are you talking about things that interest me? The point is, there are really many things that I haven't touched upon..."

It seemed like he was taking advantage of other people's knowledge for free, but Andrew had nothing to be embarrassed about. After all, he was not a warrior participating in the competition, and he had no intention of talking about anything related to Hogwarts.

However, Dumbledore soon came over with the Vladislav headmaster, and then there was another round of introductions and new greetings.

Quite a few people came from Kodosdoriz this time. Not only did the number of candidate warriors reach the maximum number of 25 stipulated, but they also brought three professors with them. It was obvious that they had no intention of giving up the daily study of these students.

Professor Negokin, who had had some exchanges with Andrew, was also among them. After greeting the principals, Andrew naturally went over to say hello to his professor who was still a friend of his - it was thanks to this professor that his duel was considered more decent, otherwise he would have been despised by Professor Moody even more this semester.

But unfortunately, the communication here didn’t last long.

It seemed as if the three schools had discussed it in advance. Before he could have a few more words with the failing professor, the black lake of the school began to ripple.

There was no doubt that the Durmstrang ship had arrived - they had reported it, otherwise Hogwarts would not have temporarily opened part of the campus defenses to allow the ship to come.

'This is even more of an antique...'

Andrew looked at this thing that was said to be hundreds of years old - it met the definition of a ghost ship in most works.

As the boat surfaced, Professor Flitwick's welcome projection reappeared, but Andrew's thoughts had drifted to strange places.

As for Durmstrang's ship, the entire Caribbean series really doesn't live up to this setting...

Even if he doesn't do it, I'm afraid that some of his students will do it in the future - this is really exciting.

But soon he was alive.

Because after Headmaster Karkaroff exchanged greetings, he was pulled over again. To be more precise, it was Dumbledore who took him over to attend the meeting with the four headmasters.

"I'll tell you, I can't do it. If I do, people will definitely think I'm behind this..."

Andrew sighed inwardly and joined the conversation.

(End of this chapter)