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Chapter 612 Castrobus
"Incredible."

Andrew looked at Castrobus standing in the jungle and couldn't help but sigh.

This was by no means a polite compliment, but a thought that came from the heart - the ruins that seemed to be swallowed by the jungle from a distance revealed their true appearance the moment Andrew and his friends approached.

This is a broad and tall building that looks like a temple. It meets all the descriptions of the temple of the gods in the Greek mythology that Andrew read when he was a teenager - tall, luxurious, majestic...

If the Hogwarts castle displays a heavy sense of history, then what is displayed here is a sense of mystery and solemnity - it stands in the jungle, but completely tears away the heavy feeling of the tropical rainforest that swallows up the sun.

"Could it be that the guys from Castrobusa simply took down a temple and used it as a school?"

Such a ridiculous thought suddenly popped up, but was quickly wiped out by Andrew - after the initial impact, he had roughly sensed where the terrifying feeling came from.

The rules of Transfiguration apply, permanently.

The permanently deformed golden boulders are the only material used to construct this school. Once these seemingly luxurious materials are stacked up, the large-scale rules that come with them allow this castle to easily intimidate every visitor.

To put it simply, it is a spell that cleverly utilizes the castle, materials, and location to release a very effective effect.

Yes, it is not flashy, but quite effective - giving up a little bit of defense bonus and replacing it with this deterrent spell is extremely useful, because this is a tropical rain forest!

"Don't even mention the mosquitoes and flies. Even poisonous snakes and some weak magical creatures wouldn't dare to come in here... This place is definitely not safe for vixens..."

"Mr. Taylor, what do you think of our castle?"

Marcus on the side asked enthusiastically. Apparently, as he had insisted on keeping it a secret on the road, he thought Andrew had been surprised long enough.

"Perfect design, perfect castle."

Andrew nodded affirmatively, "I fully understand why the Herbal Society of Castrobus is the best in the world."

There aren't even many bugs in this place, so it would be strange if the herbs didn't grow well. The tropical school itself has a growth bonus, plus the large-scale insect repellent and transformation array, it is a natural advantage!

Marcus nodded frantically in agreement with Andrew's statement - although he did not understand the necessary connection between the castle and Herb No. 1, he could tell that Andrew's praise was sincere.

While he was praising, the wizard who was to receive him arrived.

Professor Adams, who looked a lot darker, mixed in with a group of Castrobus professors without being out of place. The person leading the team was Vice President Professor Aurora, whom Andrew had met before.

"Welcome, Mr. Taylor," Professor Aurora said in a more relaxed manner than last time. "Welcome to Castrobusa. I'm sorry that we can't hold a large-scale welcoming event due to the holiday."

"It's so grand that I'm a little flattered, Professor Aurora."

Andrew shook his head. "But to be honest, I can't wait to see Ms. Elsa."

"It's understandable. After all, we all love plants, Mr. Taylor. But we'd better go to the restaurant for dinner first," the vice-president turned his gaze to Professor Moody. "Thank you for your hard work on the journey, Professor Moody, and welcome to Castrobus." Dumbledore responded in Moody's usual way - nodding in response to goodwill, and then remained silent.

Obviously, Professor Aurora had done her homework and knew the old Auror's character. Not only did she not say anything about Professor Moody's rudeness, she even reserved a seat two seats away from the others for Professor Moody during the meal, so that he could easily check the safety of the food and prevent any wizards around him from affecting him.

However, because Andrew was the main force of the banquet, the conversation was relatively normal - some dream prospects, the cultivation and transplantation of dream trees and so on, were topics of interest to both parties.

The food is also very local, with barbecue, black bean stew, cassava stewed chicken, a bunch of salads that Andrew couldn't name... and French food...

For a moment, Andrew didn't even know what to say - was he worried that he wouldn't be able to adapt to the local climate and food, so he gave him something he could accept?
Fortunately, he accepted all the food and enjoyed it very much.

It’s just that Dumbledore’s side is really...unbearable to watch.

Andrew looked at Dumbledore hesitantly picking and choosing, examining them, and sniffing them from time to time, and he really didn't know what to say.

"It's a two-week visit, and the dessert after the meal is said to be particularly sumptuous. How about you use the excuse of being busy and ask them to bring the meal to your room later? You can't just watch Dumbledore sulking over a bunch of sweets every day, can you?"

He felt that the headmaster must be a little regretful about impersonating Professor Moody - but there was nothing he could do, because the wizard who was able to fight and come with him to visit was indeed Professor Moody.

"Let's ask for more desserts to be sent to the reception room. It doesn't really fit Professor Moody's personality to go to the greenhouse anyway."

But this torture was much worse than Andrew had imagined - the previous meals were a bit rough and wild, but the desserts were more exquisite than each other, and the quantity was as large as the main meal, with more than a dozen desserts in a row and no sign of stopping!

Seeing that Dumbledore's image was about to collapse, Andrew had to give up trying as many as eleven flavors of ice cream in advance.

"Let Professor Moody take a rest. I can't wait to see the Dream Tree. Also, can you prepare some desserts and tea for me to eat in the room? I have the habit of drinking afternoon tea."

"Of course, no problem," Professor Aurora said as she continued to give instructions, and she naturally took up the topic. "To be honest, I can't wait. I'm really looking forward to your first communication with the Dream Tree, Mr. Taylor. She is really unique."

"I think so too, but it's a pity that there hasn't been any more news."

"But now the regret is made up, Mr. Taylor."

Professor Aurora walked in front and led the way - the other professors finally stopped following because they had to go to the greenhouse to prepare.

"Let's go around first. We have to ensure safety, Mr. Taylor. There's nothing wrong with the students, and the professors are fine too. It's just that the Keppola are a little naughty, as you know - but they are still the guardians of the school, they just act naughty occasionally."

I totally understand - that thing was almost sent to the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts, but the then headmaster, Professor Dippet, directly rejected this friendly gift after learning about the great achievements of those little guys.

This event was recorded in a section of school history. Although Andrew was not good at studying the history of magic, he still knew it very clearly - it was a group of mini-Peeves, an enhanced version of Gryffindor!

(End of this chapter)