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Chapter 607: No Mistakes

Professor Moody was an excellent Auror, but compared to the Dark Lord, he was far inferior.

In other words, most wizards are nothing compared to the Dark Lord. His theories are backward, his subordinates have poor execution, they are not good-looking, and his team has no spirit. The reason why he almost overturned the wizarding world is just one word - fighting ability.

That's the genius of black magic!

The more he understood spells, the clearer Andrew's understanding of the Dark Lord's strength became. Even Grindelwald was a level weaker than him.

But before he could ask Dumbledore to take his refusal back, he heard Dumbledore's next arrangement, "I will replace Alastor as your accompanying professor to Brazil. His habits are very easy to imitate, and drinking Polyjuice Potion on a daily basis is not a problem - his portable water bottle is very convenient."

???

No. Where did you learn that, Professor?
Imitate Professor Moody and go to Brazil, and then go together?

Perhaps seeing Andrew's surprised expression made people feel happy, Dumbledore added, "I have already communicated with Minerva. She will work overtime and pretend that I am still in Hogwarts."

...

Andrew didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that Dumbledore's words seemed to be an escape from school duties.

"How's your Portuguese coming along, Tyler?"

"Just getting started, Professor."

Andrew shook his head slightly - even if he learned it, he still wouldn't be able to communicate in professional terms, so he could just rely on Professor Adams who had already settled there.

He doesn't know how to do anything too profound, he just wants to look at the thriving dream tree and give some advice on its integration and growth, even if the other party may not listen and think it's good enough.

"Study hard. We still have to do some market research. The ice cream there is of very good quality."

Dumbledore gave these instructions very seriously, but the second half of the sentence betrayed him.

Andrew was stunned for a moment, then he remembered the most important information - that country is the largest producer of sugar cane, and the development of the sugar industry in the magic world is ahead of the entire magic world, it can be produced and consumed.

"I have a feeling that the principal is doing more than just a simple errand - but it must be an illusion."

"Yeah, I heard that too. People over there love sweets," Andrew nodded in response, "After all, they have a strong botany background. I just hope they have the same craftsmanship as Hufflepuff."

"It's been fine," Dumbledore nodded. "The students will soon be leaving, Taylor."

"Well, Professor, how about we go get some ice cream together? There should be some time left."

It was obvious that Dumbledore was somewhat tempted, but he finally shook his head and gave up. "No, I have to go back to school quickly. Minerva is also very busy."

He nodded to Andrew, "Well, it's settled, Taylor, you go back and take your vacation first, and we'll set out together. Alastor will find a good place to hide."

"Yes, Professor."

The trip to Brazil agreed with Dumbledore did not disrupt Andrew's plans.

No one can stop Voldemort from being resurrected. Andrew can't stop him if he wants to live, so he can only find a way to kill him.

The Ministry of Magic didn't have his residential address, and the only people at school who knew it were Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore, so he could enjoy his one-week vacation in peace during this time.

Therefore, he quickly found a hotel to lie down in, prepared for the return journey and meals on the Floo Network in the next two days, and bought all the gifts to take back.

The next day, Andrew, who had disguised himself a little, returned with his suitcase and train ticket, and then laughed out loud at the door.

"Mammy, are they being beaten again?"

He asked quietly as the wailing sound came from the air.

"The transcript was forged, and there were subtle differences in color. Mrs. Camille was extremely angry - forging documents is a serious violation."

The nanny shook her head, obviously not feeling sorry for the child being beaten.

"Forged documents?"

Andrew looked surprised, "What do they think?"

"Don't talk about them, bring yours here too, if they're forged, be prepared to be whipped, Taylor. …

What do you mean by forgery? Who are you looking down on?
None of them are real!

Andrew looked relieved. Even though the transcript was fake, the letter asking about it was real!

...

"Good results, Taylor," Mrs. Camille nodded with satisfaction and looked at Andrew.

"It's OK, ma'am."

Andrew nodded, showing no pride at all.

"Stand up there, Taylor."

???

Andrew was stunned for a moment, then stood there obediently.

Then the whip came straight at him.

“Hiss…Ah!”

He was directly stunned by the whip.

"Mrs. Camille?"

"Everything is normal with the transcript?"

Mrs. Camille, who had a smile on her face just now, now turned pale, which made Andrew alert all of a sudden. He did not hesitate to use his left hand to cast spells without a wand, making himself immune to physical pain.

"Fortunately, the Transfiguration was not missed."

Although he didn't know what went wrong, he could tell with his toes that the transcript forgery had been exposed!
"Fourth grade report card, everything looks normal, Taylor?"

"Yes, ma'am, this can be verified with the school. I'm afraid there is some misunderstanding."

"Where's the fourth grade entrance examination transcript?"

Mrs. Camille did not continue to whip him with the whip in her hand, but calmed down and asked.

"For fifth year promotion at Hogwarts, we have a five plus two system!"

Andrew finally realized what was wrong. There was no college entrance examination in the senior year of high school, and the high school graduation transcript was directly issued!

I was so busy this year that I didn’t seriously prepare for the fraud!

"The whole of Britain has a four plus two secondary school system, and there are major exams in the fourth grade," Mrs. Camille stared at Andrew with suspicion, "Are you special?"

"You deserve it... You're getting cocky after making some achievements. No, you have to be more serious when you go back, especially when facing the Dark Lord. If you're careless, you'll die..."

He didn't hate the whip. Mrs. Camille was a good person. There had never been any corporal punishment without reason. Moreover, for a long time, Mrs. Camille had paid for this herself. He had done his job too roughly.

"Who knew the UK was so outrageous? I thought there was no entrance exam for this school..."

"Yes, five plus two, ma'am," Andrew nodded confidently, "I am very sure that the seal and official documents above are not forged."

Mrs. Camille checked the form patiently, held it up to the light, and after confirming that it did not look like something that had been carved out at the last minute, she went upstairs to find a set of papers.

After Andrew barely achieved an excellent score, she finally nodded doubtfully, "It basically matches the transcript... I made a mistake, Taylor."

She bent down and solemnly apologized to Andrew, which stunned all the children and the maids who were helping around.

"I'm sorry to have wronged you, Taylor. This is my fault. From this year on, you don't need to report to going out or going to school. You are a hard-working child. I apologize for my prejudice."

(End of this chapter)