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Chapter 570 Teachings from the Dean

"Dean, you're looking for me?"

Andrew entered the dean's office in confusion. To be honest, he really didn't know why the dean wanted to see him at this time.

Hogwarts will start school in a few days. He is now running around and is as busy as a top.

"I haven't done anything wrong recently, and I haven't caused any trouble. The college is also stable. Even if there was a case of data fraud at the magazine, it was suppressed by the students who reviewed it..."

He was indeed a little confused, but since he was already there, he naturally sat opposite Professor Flitwick, waiting for the dean's arrangements.

"How are you feeling lately, Taylor?"

The dean smiled and pushed a cup of hot tea over with his wand and looked at Andrew.

"Fortunately, everything is going smoothly."

Andrew nodded and responded calmly. He really didn't know why the dean would care about this issue at this time - everything should be going smoothly and he just needed to wait for time to progress.

"So, what are your plans, Taylor?"

"I?"

Andrew pointed at himself and organized his words. "I plan to determine some basic properties of common magic materials as much as possible this school year, and correct the errors in the things discussed before, and try to quickly figure out the material properties, and then start discussing the question of heaven..."

"No, no, no," Professor Flitwick shook his head, his expression gentle, "I'm not asking about your grand plan. That sounds great, but I don't care about that. It's another question. How long have you not rested, Taylor?"

"... "

Andrew originally wanted to say that he had ensured plenty of rest time during this period, but he stopped himself when the words came to his lips. He was really embarrassed to say this, and when he thought about it carefully, he really had not had a serious rest during the entire holiday.

"Second question, have you met any interesting students?"

"Yes, Dean."

Andrew answered quickly, "Mr. Raphael and Mr. Sandy of Beauxbatons, Mr. Buniel of Durmstrang, Mr. Kodostoriz..."

"What are their hobbies? Have you ever played chess together, talked about some life topics, or played a game of Quidditch?"

Professor Flitwick asked with a grin, pushing a dish of sugar cubes over.

"... "

"I thought you would meet a lot of new friends after you finish the big project, Taylor," the dean sighed. "After all, we have done such a great thing together. It is undoubtedly a good thing to give the wizarding world a digital standard. Taylor, your idea is very good, and it is worth being proud of."

He was obviously very confident in what Andrew had done. He did not forget to put the publication up while speaking. "And you have done a good job of balancing the conflicts among the schools. I am very happy to see that students from several schools can complete this amazing project together without any barriers. But what about you, Taylor?"

The dean's voice was very gentle. "Before you showed your extraordinary talent, I thought you wasted your time on weird chores and completely ignored your talent for magic. But later you used your Transfiguration to tell me that you didn't waste your time and talent." "Later, your Transfiguration had its own flavor, and your magic began to take time. But correspondingly, your rest time became shorter and shorter, and your communication with classmates became less and less. I understood at that time, so I let you join the school team and let you play with seniors - maybe you can get along with more mature children."

"But they seem too naive. You are only familiar with them, but you have not had a deep communication or understanding process. Fortunately, you found four of the top students in magic schools this year. You got together and did something amazing. You couldn't feel it in Hogwarts, but now the whole magic world is frantically filling your framework with content."

"But," Professor Flitwick shook his head slightly, "you still don't seem to have made any move. You shouldn't be like this, Taylor. They are your friends. They are the best wizards gathered because of your name and prestige. You shouldn't ignore them like this. They are not your subordinates or employees, let alone slaves. They want more than just a cold result."

"... "

Andrew could not reply—he had already been unable to respond to the Dean, and he had thought the honor was enough.

"Not every student can treat glory as calmly as you can, and not every student can look so far ahead like you. Hogwarts has been open for so many years, and it is normal for the laboratory to not produce any results. Since you have chosen to give glory to everyone, you must guide them well, instead of using them as tools."

...

"Yes, Professor, I understand."

"Make an effort to make friends instead of always staying with your roommates and immersing yourself in your own imagined future. You have to learn how to narrate - to express and pass on those ideas instead of hiding in the library to think by yourself. That was possible before, but not now. Since you have chosen to stand out as the protagonist of the Triwizard Tournament, then stand out completely instead of retiring halfway through. That would be irresponsible to yourself and to those who support you."

The dean's tone was not hurried, but the accusation in his words was genuine.

"And the most important thing is to rest."

The dean obviously had no intention of stopping.

"They are not you. You stayed with Minerva for too long, but those students didn't. They should be given holidays and entertainment. You too should participate. Don't just stay there and not communicate with others. Just because a saint or a Death Eater appeared, the students of Hogwarts can't stick together? That's impossible. If they didn't stick together, Hogwarts wouldn't exist. How could Ravenclaw build Hogwarts with three friends?"

...

"You've got some smuggling in, Dean!"

Andrew discovered something was wrong, but unfortunately, he didn't dare to say a word.

As a Ravenclaw, you should accept this point of view.

"I will, Dean."

"It's not a question of if or not, it's a question of now, go immediately. Don't do any work these days, take those students to have some fun, go around Hogsmeade, buy some souvenirs, hold a few dances and so on. Don't always stare at the statistics. After you have played enough with them, let them do it. They will have something to look forward to, instead of being tricked by you into working until the end of the Triwizard Tournament!"

Professor Flitwick's tone became more serious. "If you don't have enough Galleons, ask me for it. Our college can provide this amount of sponsorship!"

"Yes, Dean! I have enough funds for my lab. I'll go right away."

Andrew responded loudly - he finally realized what was wrong with him these days.

(End of this chapter)