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Chapter 631: Think carefully, it's nothing

David Hahn.

The name mixed with the damn memory, along with the outrageous news, began to attack Andrew's memory.

It was so fucking outrageous that he completely forgot about it.

No wonder Dumbledore thought this was not far-fetched.

It turns out that it is not really that outrageous - as the first white wizard, who possesses the power of Transfiguration that can crush the industrial mother machine, it is quite normal for Dumbledore to build a nuclear power plant or something.

Because David Hahn built one in his garage!
And she’s not that old, only 15!
"If it were Hogwarts, it would definitely be Gryffindor! He built a nuclear reactor in his own garage. In comparison, the two Weasleys are simply harmless!"

The introduction in the newspaper was rather general, but Andrew still had a general idea of ​​the man's methods based on the reports in the newspaper - and these obstacles were nothing more than a matter of waving a wand in front of Dumbledore.

"It seems you really haven't seen it, Taylor."

Dumbledore was a little regretful. "I thought you would also work towards this direction. I was planning to give you a surprise."

"No, Principal, this is not a surprise, but a shock, and you are too outrageous... nuclear fusion..."

"I really didn't plan to do this, Professor. I was thinking too much..."

Andrew shook his head.

This is the truth.

He really didn't expect to build a nuclear reactor in school. He knew too well the horror of radiation. If something went wrong, it would be ok if there were a group of people responsible, but looking at Fukushima... hehe...

But according to Dumbledore, it is not surprising that he is able to observe and restrain.

And indeed, if alchemy wants to flourish, it also needs a lot of cheap alchemy oil. The emergence of magic lamps has caused the price of alchemy oil, which is a bit complicated to make, to rise a lot...

"I've read the Muggle information. They think the raw materials we need are piled up on the moon, so I want to speed up the process. After we get there, we can just build a factory there. Although permanent deformation consumes some raw materials, it's still worth it to build a reactor there."

Dumbledore calmly communicated his thoughts to Andrew, and his easygoing tone gave Andrew an illusion that Dumbledore was not talking about a reactor on the moon, but just adding a few chairs to the school classroom...

"Is there anything I can do, Professor?"

Andrew signed up involuntarily.

"No need, Taylor," Dumbledore shook his head, his tone relaxed, "Just prepare for your OWLs exams. I called you here just to see if I can give you some inspiration from my Transfiguration. If you want to join, the History of Magic this semester may not be so good."

Then just fail that damn History of Magic!
The only thing he doesn't want is the certificate. This is a hand-rubbed nuclear power plant!

Andrew's eyes were burning. "Don't panic, you still have to be careful. Let's finish your OWLs first. You don't lack this little achievement in alchemy," Dumbledore shook his head. "If I teach you all those messy protective spells and those mixed magics that I haven't even sorted out, Minerva might even deprive me of my last vacation."

Is it my fault that the certificate is too valuable?
Andrew didn't want to say anything - it was obvious that the nuclear power plant was completely different in Dumbledore's eyes and in his eyes.

In Andrew's eyes, this is the ultimate power, which has been exaggerated countless times. It is the power that has protected the basic order of the human world for decades and is also a weapon that can overturn the table.

But in Dumbledore's eyes, this is nothing more than another kind of Fiendfyre, and its side effects are no less than those of black magic. Even if it can produce alchemical oil on a large scale, it is nothing more than a large-scale alchemical array in another sense.

It's complicated to maintain, and it's a unique invention. Most importantly, it's dangerous and there's no telling when it can be replicated - sacrificing the important time of OWLs to do this is really a bit of a waste of time.

Wouldn't it be better to study more promising fields like dream construction or turning plants into sugar? Those would be new inventions that would change the form of the magical world. Although he was also aiming for that, it was still a little short of the mark.

The most important thing is that other 15-year-old students have already built one, and it’s been reported in the news. Letting Andrew in is really... a waste of talent and time.

“But it’s really special.”

"Well, unlimited energy, nearly unlimited energy, basically a superior substitute for the alchemical oil manufacturing array. In this respect, it might be comparable to the Philosopher's Stone - Nick would probably be shocked."

Nearly eternal life and nearly unlimited energy...

Okay, high-end game—Andrew sighed, knowing that there was no way to convince Dumbledore.

If it was any other grade, Dumbledore would probably have let him participate, but this was the year of OWLs. He knew all too well what Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore were thinking, and they wanted him to keep his resume perfect.

Another thing is that this thing is probably the headmaster's large-sized toy. The headmaster hasn't finished putting it together yet and is reluctant to let it go - which is normal. A Transfiguration master like Dumbledore studies the psychological construction of people with missing noses every day. Such a wizard should happily perform Transfiguration on the magical world!
What is this man without a nose? He should have died long ago. If he doesn't die and the geniuses' attention is focused on him, how can development be achieved? How can we see the future? How can we integrate the technology of the wizarding world and the Muggle world? How can we explore space and develop productivity to the ultimate level?
Andrew didn't insist any more - it was rare for the principal to use Transfiguration for the right purpose instead of slacking off or dealing with people who had lost their noses. It would be wrong for him, a lucky guy with a drawer of medals, to get involved and taint his resume.

"If it succeeds I want to see the finished product first, Professor."

"Okay, I should have shown you the fission, but the device has just been improved, so it's really hard to dismantle."

Dumbledore nodded, a smile on his face.

Obviously, he was very happy that Andrew realized that he had to focus on OWLs and not be distracted by external things. "But you can observe internally - learn some protective magic first, but I still suggest that you use Transfiguration to make yourself a set of lead clothes. Theoretically, there is no problem, but you still have to be careful."

"And tea," Dumbledore pointed to the table, "I mixed some plants. Drinking it is very effective in resisting the radiation from the curse, but it doesn't taste very good - I've fallen behind in herbology for many years..."

Radiation-eliminating agents have been deployed.

Should I get a Coke bottle cap someday?
Ah... Galleons are metal currency, so that's fine - and it's just a Coke bottle cap, something that can be easily solved by Transfiguration.

Andrew complained in a good mood, then began to cast a spell on the lead that Dumbledore took out. This time, it really became metal armor.

(End of this chapter)