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Chapter 601: The Third Match

"I'm connecting with the Ministry?"

Lina was confused. She had never expected that she would be assigned such an important task while doing odd jobs in the office.

"Yes, as soon as possible. Just let Taylor decide on the details."

Professor McGonagall nodded towards Lina, "He doesn't have that much time. Let him decide on the intensity of the negotiations and other matters. You can just be responsible for drafting it."

"Yes, alright professor."

Although Lina didn't understand, she nodded quickly.

But she quickly remembered another important thing, "By the way, Professor, the examiners are coming soon. What's the task there?"

This is the situation. Let alone the Triwizard Tournament, even if a war broke out, it would not affect the assessment of the two great wizards. The examiners are coming.

"I'll take care of that. During the exam... well, you guys will be in charge of supervising..."

She looked at Andrew and said, "It seems that the competition does not conflict. You should also go and watch it. Although we don't want to encounter such annoying things every year, there are always confused students."

"Well, I'll keep a close eye on it, Professor," Andrew nodded.

He is not taking the exam this year, so there is no doubt that he will have to participate in the monitoring work, including expulsion.

"You have to focus on the competition, Taylor. It's the Triwizard Tournament after all."

Professor McGonagall nodded. "I don't know which of them will get the spot to host the next one. To be honest, the Goblet of Fire has been in Hogwarts for too long."

"I'll keep an eye on that side too, Professor."

Andrew agreed readily, and then suddenly thought of something.

"By the way, Professor, should we organize a dream weaving competition for our graduates, so that we can communicate with the Dream Management Department at the same time?"

It's not that he was in a hurry to stuff people into the new department to strengthen its influence, but that the other party was indeed short of people - it was true that the Ministry of Magic had a lot of people, but talent and people were two different things.

After that, the new course professors and students will have to be stabilized, and considering the gap in the Ministry of Magic, it will take about five or six years to reach the threshold of talent saturation.

"Let them do it, and you just act as the judge and select for a while. Taylor, don't always think about doing everything by yourself. There are so many people who are too busy to handle it."

The professor shook his head and looked at Lina. "Lina, please make arrangements. Just limit the competition to seventh-year graduates. And let it slip that the winner will be given priority for employment by the Ministry of Magic. Speak slowly. Wait until I communicate with the new director before you tell anyone."

"Yes, Professor."

Lina quickly wrote down on the parchment, "Then I'll go write the plan."

"Well, go ahead, Taylor and I will discuss the exam again."

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"Did you invigilate the exam yesterday?"

Andrew sat at the referee's table, listening to Mr. LeMay's ridicule.

"Yes, I went over there to supervise the exam. I also invited Professor Marchban to watch the live broadcast of the competition, but unfortunately, she was in a hurry to bring back the exam results."

"Oh, that's a pity. That little guy from Marchbank is still as enthusiastic about exams as before."

……

Andrew didn't know how to answer for a moment. Mr. Flamel had only appeared in Hogwarts in the morning, and judging from his face, his facial restoration was probably not so smooth this time.

"Old people always like to talk about these strange things," Mr. Flamel smiled to himself, "Let's not talk about those things that don't exist. But you, Taylor, you have made an amazing discovery recently. What do you plan to do with that alchemical system?"

Andrew was not at all surprised when Mr. Flamel learned of this - Madame Maxime would certainly not miss the most professional person in her own school.

"It's not feasible, Mr. Flamel. The carrier requirements for that thing are too high, and it is easy to conflict with existing magic."

It's just a box. Once it's put into the spacecraft, it can ensure that the fireworks can be set off directly.

Even if it is a magical means, maintaining such a thing is extremely expensive - the cost of that thing is high in the first place, and using it as an experimental material will drive the Ministry of Magic crazy.

It's better to be honest and consider getting the wizards and alchemical materials up there first, and then wait for the alchemist to go up and cast spells. That way the cost will be much lower.

Although it sounds a bit strange, it is indeed possible.

"That's right. Although the box I made is strong enough, the problem of magic overflow cannot be solved. Ordinary wizards' products simply cannot withstand such a great force. Then I will wait for your good news. Maybe I can build a laboratory on the moon."

As Mr. Flamel spoke, he looked at the crystal ball in front of him - the dream that emerged on it was the live broadcast of the battle between the warriors inside.

Yes, a fight, not a duel.

This means that apart from black magic, all means can be used, and sneak attacks can even be carried out.

"The students in your school fought very well, especially Granger," Mr. Flamel commented. "Although her fighting style was a little ugly, it was indeed effective."

"Looking at the twins' styles, how many people did Miss Granger ask for help to develop such disgusting fighting skills?"

Andrew tried hard to stay calm and not laugh - during the live broadcast, Miss Granger's sneak attack was extremely ugly, and she used a series of magic to suppress the Beauxbatons student on the opposite side, who was unfortunately eliminated after his shield was broken.

"It's okay. She is Miss Granger after all."

He nodded, without commenting further on Miss Granger's on-the-spot magic trick of creating a squid ink-borderline prop competition.

In theory, wizards can only carry wands into the maze to participate in the competition, but she probably asked the twins for help and directly used the Weasley version of alchemy.

"Yes, it's very spiritual. Although it's a wild way, it's very spiritual. It's just that it's still a bit clumsy and the technique is not skillful at all."

Mr. Flamel didn't seem to care that much about winning or losing - well, he had played in the Triwizard Tournament too many times in his long life and was no longer at the age to be excited about it.

"I am only a place of systematic study, Mr. Flamel."

Andrew shook his head, but soon noticed something wrong in the picture. "But it looks like we're going to encounter it again - damn, there's something wrong with the design of the competition. The finals are going too fast."

"Just to make room for advertising? Besides, we can just improve it slowly."

Mr. LeMay shook his head. "The overly firm determination that led the Warriors to decide to eliminate their opponents early is also a good topic. It's good to end like this. At least there is no need to worry about accidents, and it can be regarded as allowing the game to proceed properly - but we have to draw lots."

Yes, we have to draw lots, because there is no doubt that Hogwarts will win - after the warriors gather, it will become a prop competition.

Cedric and Miss Granger began to provide props for their teammates. The simple and disgusting alchemical props directly killed other possibilities of the game.

"The rest of the warriors are eliminated, the game is over!"

Bagman announced, ending this Triwizard Tournament which could only be considered a passing grade.

(End of this chapter)