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Chapter 567 Some overly fashionable standards

Students were more interested in the new standard definition than Andrew had imagined. He had originally thought that such a boring discussion that drove away more than half of the lower grade students would not be able to generate any enthusiasm in the school.

After all, this thing is neither interesting nor story-telling. Only wizards who have gone a long way in magic research or the Ministry of Magic of each country, which has many elites, will truly pay attention to this thing.

But when the tea party ended that day, the whole Hogwarts was swept by a frenzy of celebration, and almost everyone was talking about this, as if this thing had suddenly become the most fashionable spell, and one would be out of date if they didn't learn it.

"It's only been less than half an hour. Are they hiding here waiting for the results, or is there some other reason?"

He thought about it, but now was obviously not the time to explore this. The more important thing was to publish the results - although no one in the entire wizarding world dared to snatch this, but out of respect for other magazines, he had to send the manuscript out before the news came out.

It can't be that the four major media outlets in the wizarding world have published their results, but the magazine hasn't received a single standard manuscript, right?
'Work overtime, at least finish it by the time the evening paper comes out - luckily there is an anticipation today, and the time converter quota is still reserved, but I have to use it slowly, otherwise the delivery time will be earlier than the results, which will be too much trouble.'

"By the way, what kind of magical properties does mixing time and magic have? What on earth is the Department of Mysteries protecting that could produce such an outrageous thing..."

He sighed and stopped thinking about this useless thing.

Even if the Ministry of Magic was replaced, it would not affect the operation of the Department of Mysteries. Not to mention him, Dumbledore didn't know what was in there - or rather, Dumbledore had never revealed any information about what was in there.

"Maybe you can improve your reputation, but at least you have to graduate from Hogwarts. Although you have a lot of privileges now, age and prejudices are always a problem."

"Forget it, don't think about that for now, just work hard."

He put his thoughts about the Department of Mysteries behind him and continued writing down the standardized units of magic that had been discussed over the past few days.

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"Really?"

"Of course, it was really given. Mr. Andrew has gone back to write the paper and signed the name. He personally promised this to the wizards present here!"

"Mr. Flamel's beard, this is for the students... and it's from Beauxbatons?"

"Of course, the standard definition of a unit of magic is composed of the most primitive Jade Record, the most basic weight, and the most basic spell. It is the magic power of one pill!"

The students who returned from the tea party enthusiastically introduced the grand occasion of today's tea party to their classmates.

"Not just today, there is also a magazine called Future. The first issue will be about the determination of the basic properties of common substances in the magic world. Mr. Taylor promised that as long as we complete the determination of more than 100 non-conflicting substances before the first issue after the Triwizard Tournament is released, we will get the right to author the paper!"

"hiss…"

The students who were listening to the popular science took a deep breath - no, they just took a break from doing it a few times, how come so many things suddenly happened?
Although they could not convince others to adopt their own definition even if they joined, they still felt as sad as if they had lost a bag of gold Galleons.

"One hundred substances?"

"Yes, one hundred unique items. But Mr. Taylor also said that if even one piece of data is found to be falsified, the naming rights will be revoked, the name of the person will be published publicly, and a series of measures will be considered against the Ministry of Magic, including but not limited to complaints."

“What if the data is the same?”

"As of the time when the bulletin board is logged out, the data will not be used after it appears, but if there is a conflict with the previous announcement, necessary verification will be carried out. If cheating has occurred before, your data will be extended."

The student of science popularization patiently explained, "I don't think I can do it myself, how about we cooperate and sign together?" "Of course, there's nothing impossible."

...

Similar conversations took place almost simultaneously in various places in Hogwarts, and even the owl shed was lined up - Hogwarts was better, as the teammates were all on campus, but the other three schools were currently on Christmas vacation, and except for the students coming to Hogwarts, everyone else had to be contacted by owl!

The usually leisurely Hogwarts alchemy professor was even blocked in his office by his own students - the stable ancient alchemy array is too ancient, how can learning it now be faster than asking the professor to do it?
When Andrew walked out of the laboratory hungry, Hogwarts was in chaos. The paintings were stuck in the frames discussing today's chaos, and the students were busy casting spells and making strange things in the corridors or classrooms.

Andrew even saw the ghosts discussing in low voices, and they even shuddered with fear when he came over.

'What happened?'

Andrew looked curiously, and then the fat monk saw him.

"Merlin's beard, Taylor!"

The fat monk floated over, "Gryffindor students have gone crazy!"

???

"Who messed around with the dark arts, or did someone use potions to play a prank?"

Andrew's eyes became sharp - they were rebelling. He had only been a good guy at the tea party for a few days, and these students had caused such a big trouble!
"Neither, it was a group of bad Gryffindor boys - they wanted to test my weight!"

...

"What about magic resistance, magic loss per unit length, density and magic capacity... Merlin's beard, I feel like I've died again today!"

Andrew suddenly felt a little guilty - how long has it been since this thing became popular?
"They also said that this was bound to be included in History of Magic, and if it was, I should add my name to it... What kind of new kind of prank is this!"

The good-tempered fat monk looked very angry.

"They took action?"

Andrew inquired and learned that even if he was eager to leave his name, it was illegal to attack a ghost - the magical world protected intelligent creatures, of course, with the exception of Peeves.

Yes, the exception for Peeves was written into the law and passed, so you can imagine how annoying that elf is!

"That's not the case, but, but asking like this is a bit too offensive!"

The fat monk shook his head. "But coming over one by one to ask questions and staring at you is really... scary."

"It's good that you didn't do it."

Andrew nodded reassuringly, "I will urge them to be polite and not do anything offensive, monk."

"First, let the dean and Professor McGonagall review it, and then the three of us will jointly recommend those basic data - we will make a standard tomorrow. I still have to work overtime... But thinking about a group of students working overtime, I don't seem to be tired anymore..."

(End of this chapter)