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Chapter 558 Andrew's Tea Party

"This is definitely not a classroom. I am not here to teach students from the four schools. To be honest, I don't seem to have much interest in teaching."

In the laboratory, Andrew was planning for the afternoon exchange.

He immediately ruled out the form of attending classes - no matter which school the students were from, the number of classes was too many;
A new professor teaching might have some impact, but the effect is really too poor.

The deans of Hogwarts were all teaching. He didn't think his courses could surpass those of the deans and make a group of young students who were about to graduate admire him so much.

I'm kidding, never mind him, even Sirius couldn't do it with that face!

Unless he awakens a male succubus system and charms everyone all at once, it would be sheer wishful thinking to expect the classroom format to have an impact.

But it doesn’t matter. If thoughts cannot be forced in, then just let them come in quietly.

And it’s not a waste of time.

If you simply exchange ideas with one student, you will most likely get nothing. But when four of the most elite students in the magic world chat together, how could there not be any sparks?

Even if we take a step back, even if he has no ideas that can inspire him, can't he inspire others?
It's not about black magic, it's not about things that take lives, it's about infrastructure, whoever comes up with it will build the entire magical world!
Why did he call on everyone to pay attention to the wizarding world so long ago? Didn't he feel that it was too stressful for him to do it all at once, so he was ready to divert the entire wizarding world?

"Then, let's have a tea party. Let's make it high-end. Let's decorate it, prepare tea and snacks, and chat while we eat. How many Galleons can it cost?"

He nodded very affirmatively. He could afford to support the students until the end of the school year. Not to mention coming up with any unique ideas, if he could get seven or eight more students to accept his ideas, his investment would be fully recovered!
"So why do you need to bring out so many warriors? Why don't you come to the tea party instead of competing in the Triwizard Tournament? It's fine if one warrior can fool around!"
Andrew shook his head, made a casual complaint, and then arranged a tea party.

Since he arranged it himself, it would not be easy to ask the elves to handle it. Just spend more Galleons, spend some money on Hufflepuff, hire the elves and the school, and it'll be done.

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"Can all the students who stay on campus go?"

Harry looked at Ron with his mouth wide open.

"Of course, all students who are staying in school can go, including those in lower grades, but there is no time to speak on stage. Only students in the fourth grade and above can go. Also, if you say something irresponsible, you will be kicked out - that's all."

Ron nodded enviously. "He's treating the entire school to afternoon tea. And judging by the looks of it, this is more than once. How much money does he have, Harry?"

"But Hogwarts doesn't charge for meals..."

Harry was not as sensitive about money as Ron - he didn't have a single coin before, so there was no such thing as price comparison. Later, he inherited a mountain of gold, and later, Black never worried about money.

"That's different. Hogwarts is provided by the Ministry of Magic! Whether you go or not, today is the first day. It will surely be interesting!"

Ron was more than a little interested.

"Then let's go together," Harry nodded. Hermione had been working with the warriors to crack the secret of the golden egg these days and could not participate in the special training, so he had plenty of time.

Soon it was time for the so-called tea party to begin - when Harry and Ron were about to leave, they discovered that the students who were staying in their dormitory were queuing up to go there.

"Merlin's beard, can Taylor handle it?" Ron sighed, but he quickly confirmed one thing - he could handle it.

The gathering place was in an empty classroom on the second floor. They didn't feel anything when they were outside, but when they entered the room, Harry and Ron's eyes widened.

"They moved the hall here?"

"Who knows, maybe some Transfiguration spell? That's the Ripper..."

Harry looked around the room, at the small tables that were arranged in crooked circles around the room and in the aisles. The tables were not filled with chairs, but rather fluffy cushions.

In the very middle of the circle, there was a crystal ball that was several times larger than the Quaffle, and Taylor was sitting on the table closest to the crystal ball.

The room was full of fireplaces, but strangely, there was no smell of burning wood at all - not only that, it seemed as if the sound was also suppressed. So many people should have been very noisy, but just a few steps away, the sounds around them were almost inaudible.

"Is it a magnifying magic or something? This room is really weird."

Harry whispered.

"Yeah, and it seems like the table can't be moved..."

Ron pushed the table in front of Harry, "I saw Ginny and the others just now and tried to say hello, but they seemed to not hear me at all."

"Why don't you speak louder, Ron?"

Harry blurted out, but saw the strange look on his friend's face.

"You're crazy, Harry, this is the Ripper's tea party, I don't want to be on top of the table reciting some interests to follow or something!"

Ron raised his voice a little, but no one around him reacted.

"Everyone, because there are too many people, I have to do some necessary magical protection, and I have slightly restricted the voices - but it's also good to listen to other people's opinions. In addition, you can leave at any time, and all the food is free to use. The only restriction is that you can't use it to hit people. I hope everyone can express their opposition in a more reasonable way."

An abrupt voice sounded, Ron looked around, then focused his eyes on Andrew with surprise.

"Are you kidding? I've learned a lot of spells, but this, how can you cast spells on so many people at the same time?"

Ron whispered, "No, he didn't cast a spell on everyone. He cast a spell on every inch of land. This house seems to be following his will. Is this a living house?"

"I welcome everyone to show their creativity or unique ideas, or talk to me about some strange concepts," Andrew's voice was so close to their ears that they were not interrupted at all. "But the order is, starting with the seniors - of course, I will definitely be the first one to start."

Andrew smiled and said, "Of course, if you can make your voice heard by everyone, I welcome you to speak your mind at any time."

"Well, let's start with me."

(End of this chapter)