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Chapter 595 Target Starry Sky
No kidding - as a judge, Andrew felt a little ashamed of this Triwizard Tournament.

Although this was a major international event and even had new members joining, after he put forward his opinions and explained the feasibility, the Triwizard Tournament was almost half-ruined by him.

Yes, it's half-abandoned. Not only the principal, but also the organizers' attention is mostly focused on the Muggles' space program, and they are just waiting to stuff things in.

If it weren't for the excellent money-making ability of this year's Top Three Tournament and the fact that the early preparations were indeed in place, there would probably be problems by now.

No kidding, every headmaster is currently preparing his own items to be stuffed in. Although there are restrictions on size and shape, this kind of first-hand information must be obtained by oneself to feel more at ease - the universality of magic outside the planet, the test that determines the future of wizards, who dares to miss it easily?

Madame Maxime has been breeding Flobberworms for several generations, preparing to create a space version of the magical creature for trial - although Andrew has no idea how she did it or what she was thinking, the principal is currently so busy that she has even shortened the teaching time for her own warriors.

Karkaroff plunged headlong into the study of black magic and seldom even attended dinner parties, let alone took care of his students - he was a thorough pragmatist, and apart from occasionally giving some guidance to the warriors, he simply left the rest of the students alone!
Dumbledore…

Well, although the headmaster's attitude towards students remained the same as always, his workload was so considerable that even Professor McGonagall couldn't bear to criticize him - as the most powerful wizard, whether it was sensing, testing intensity, or making suggestions for improvement, it was all Dumbledore's job. It was the first time that Andrew saw the headmaster so busy.

Not to mention Principal Vladislav, who is not at Hogwarts at the moment. He runs back and forth every day, responsible for communicating with the local Ministry of Magic and Aurors to ensure that the information can be delivered to Hogwarts as soon as it is produced.

Anyway, everyone has reached a consensus now - since all the schools are busy, let's just let the Triwizard Tournament take its course. The Ministry of Magic still has two referees, who can handle their workload. Anyway, the intensity has been set, so it's not too late to pay attention to it after the competition.

The Triwizard Tournament can be overturned at any time. If you miss this one, there is always the next one. With the current cash flow, there is no need to worry about being stuck. However, if you miss the first experiment of wizards outside the starry sky, you will not be able to join at all!

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In early May, Andrew finally got the first batch of information he needed from the Aurors who had returned with great difficulty.

The seemingly small suitcase contained drawings that could crush a person to death - the Aurors had done their best to copy the structural drawings and some parameters of the Spectrum experimental module that was about to be launched.

They even got a list of the staff on the space station and a list of experiments to be done in some laboratory modules, and then they hurried back without even taking a breath.

"19.5 tons. Wow, it can hold a lot."

Andrew opened the box in Professor McGonagall's office and began to analyze the documents carefully - the confidentiality of this thing is not very strong, but the plan behind it is another matter.

If it weren't for the Triwizard Tournament as a cover, the rest of the magic schools would have come to attack us.

As a plan that could use the Triwizard Tournament as a sacrifice, Andrew must also treat it with caution.

"It looks like our experiment subjects can be contained completely. We can even consider disguising it as a Muggle experiment and let them bring it back."

"No, that's a violation of confidentiality, Taylor."

Professor McGonagall shook her head slightly. "It involves the confidentiality laws of many places. If things get messy, there might be some noise."

"Okay, I'll try, professor. But there's one more thing. We need to test the interference of the objects we put on electronic equipment. We just want to do experiments as a side job. We don't intend to murder anyone. If there are too many objects, the connection might fail."

The effect of ordinary magic on electronic products is not so bad, but the one from Hogwarts is definitely not good, because it is too powerful, so after the products are made in each school, they have to go through a round of electrical testing - but this has been agreed upon long ago, so there is no need to worry about someone making something too outrageous. "It won't be too outrageous, we originally want to test the strength of ordinary magic outside the stars," Professor McGonagall nodded, "When is the launch time, Andrew?"

"The launch is planned for May 5, but the return date is still confidential, so we'll have to wait - it would be nice if we could find out sooner, as there was a group of astronauts returning on March 20."

He glanced at the information - if he could have planned it earlier, they would have already got first-hand information by now, instead of guessing the possibility of extraterrestrial spellcasting.

"Regret is the most useless thing, Taylor," Professor McGonagall shook her head. "In theory, supplies will be sent up every once in a while, and some of the astronauts will be brought back with them. We have to keep an eye on them, Taylor."

"But the Triwizard Tournament will begin at the end of June..."

Andrew sighed, "So many people are waiting to see it."

"Believe in the wisdom and ability of the Ministry of Magic, Taylor," Professor McGonagall nodded, "It's a student competition. Since you have chosen to be the referee, you must take on more responsibilities like today."

...

'I have the illusion that Professor McGonagall is alluding to Dumbledore, but I have no proof.'

He couldn't say anything and could only nod silently.

"As for Albus, I need to ask him about his test plan. You continue to observe here and design the location of the experimental items. I will go and ask him."

Professor McGonagall gave some additional explanations, then closed the door, locked it from the outside with magic, and left with peace of mind.

But Andrew had no intention of leaving - the drawings the Aurors had copied were much more accurate than he had imagined, but they hadn't picked anything out.

It was fine when he was reading the data and plans before, but now that he started to look at the drawings, he really wanted to curse - he didn't major in mechanics, nor did he major in civil engineering, and he really didn't experience the hardship of this stuff.

Fortunately, there is Transfiguration, a tool that is more convenient than 3D drawing software. He waved his wand, causing a pile of parchment to pile up in front of him. He flipped through the drawings with his left hand, and used his right wand to cast a spell to transform and start piecing them together.

If you don't understand, just install one and try, and then figure out where you can easily put things in without affecting the most critical functions.

'The scale of 1:100 has been slowly being worked out. I just don't believe that I can't put together drawings that I don't understand?'

With a wave of the wand, cabins began to be installed one after another.

He was pretending and having fun on the side.

"Making a space station with my hands... I didn't dare to think about such a thing when I first entered school, but now... I'm aiming for the starry sky."

He shook his head and smiled, the next area was transformed successfully, and then he was stuffed in using the magic wand.

(End of this chapter)