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Chapter 642: Explanation to Harry
The sorting ceremony went smoothly, but the group of freshmen who had been intimidated since childhood were left feeling uneasy after getting off the train.

This emotion and the Sorting Ceremony together constituted the protective magic on them - it was the first time that Andrew perceived the entire process of this ritual magic so clearly, but unfortunately, this thing had little to do with him, as the system of ritual magic was already so incomplete that it required too much energy and information to make up for it.

"Wait, now that the space mission is done and Voldemort is dead, it's not impossible to replicate it. And there might be some in the Department of Mysteries..."

He was thinking, not in a hurry at all - the most urgent idea in his mind had been gradually implemented, and he did not plan to become an all-rounder. In the future, he would definitely develop Transfiguration plus the direction that he was interested in.

"You just have to finish History of Magic first. Put more effort into it this semester..."

He sat there, watching the freshmen being timidly sorted into their houses, and then filling up the empty spaces at the table until the last person.

"Taylor, take the Sorting Hat back to the office."

Professor McGonagall instructed, and Andrew stood up, holding his hat, and trotted towards Dumbledore's office.

"What's the rush, Taylor?"

The hat asked lazily, obviously it was very tired after sorting out the houses for half a day.

"Eat, Mr. Hat," Andrew slowed down his pace, "I've been hungry for a while."

"Ah, that's not a good point. I'm full anyway." The tip of the Sorting Hat slumped down. "This year's freshmen have very active minds. They are even scarier than your class."

"fear?"

Andrew was stunned - not really.

"Of course, it's terrifying. I have to process so many thoughts at the same time and pick out the useful parts. I'm not a Gryffindor, so how can I handle it? I used to have a calm mind, but now it's all overly distorted preschool dreams - they have seen too many messed-up dreams."

That’s true. Students in the Internet age and students in the television age are not the same concept - this is what information pollution is like.

But he couldn't throw the baby out with the bathwater, so Andrew could only smile and shake his head, "But it's more interesting, isn't it?"

"Probably," the hat did look a little tired, "It's a pity that I can't tell you about those things, otherwise you would be surprised - forget it, do you know what happened to those mushrooms? Can the hat use them?"

It's better not to say anything. The Sorting Hat has too much black material in its hands, and Andrew is in a position where it is easy for him to be hung on the Astronomy Tower. He has no interest in it at all.

"That would probably be very exhausting, and it's definitely not possible right now, with the Hufflepuffs still dealing with it with the seniors," Andrew responded briskly, "It'll probably take about half a year."

"Only half a year. So fast?"

The Sorting Hat's view of time is obviously different from that of normal wizards. It nodded with satisfaction, "Now it won't be so troublesome to study. I hope it can wake up, otherwise it will be too boring to stay in the office. Okay, this way, pat me by the way, there are two little bastards who haven't washed their hair..."

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You talk as if you've cleaned it many times, Mr. Hat.

Andrew used the brain block technique to suppress this possibly offensive thought, then cleaned up the most valuable hat in Hogwarts, closed the door of Dumbledore's office, and ran towards the auditorium.

Dumbledore, as usual, said little before the meal, but he started to get serious after the meal.

New restrictions were announced one by one after the welcome speech, followed by the good news.

There were various new facilities installed on campus, a batch of new dreams specially provided by the school, new course arrangements, and this year's exchange list was mentioned in passing - this year Castrobus probably made a fortune from selling the cultivation method of the dream tree, and for the next five years, three public-funded exchange student places would be provided every year to provide exchange studies for outstanding students in grades six and seven.

"Exchange students, didn't they pay for their own expenses in previous years?"

Hal asked him quietly. "Yes, it used to be self-funded, and the price was expensive. This year, the exchange rate has been increased. You know why."

The prefects knew about it, and it had spread to almost all the senior grades—Hal must have known about it.

Everyone was groping their way here. After all, this time the fun was different from the previous ones. A dream plant had a lifespan of at least a few hundred years and at most a thousand years. If it was done well, it would be the permanent heritage of the school, so naturally they had to communicate carefully.

Even for Castrobusa, which is temporarily in the lead, it would be considered a success if it could completely stabilize the project within 20 years - infrastructure is not laid out in a day.

"I really want to go, but it has nothing to do with us fifth years - even our dreams are strictly restricted, and it's only for fifth years."

Hal whispered back the "outrageous statement" that Dumbledore had just made, and seemed to be very dissatisfied.

'Why are you playing Tik Tok in your senior year of high school!'

Andrew rolled his eyes and didn't even bother to tell Hal that this clause was worked out by him and Professor McGonagall in the office.

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"That's all. Just like every year, I hope everyone has a great time this year."

After the not very long speech, it was time for the school song - but without the twins' antics, this year's school song suddenly became less interesting.

The professors dispersed one by one, and the students also began to leave their seats and gradually dispersed under the guidance of their prefects.

Andrew lingered for a moment—he still owed Harry an explanation.

After all, it was a bit bad to take someone to the principal's office without any explanation and perform a magical transformation on him. He also promised to give Harry a brief explanation.

There were not many people crowding over here, and he soon spotted Harry in his field of vision.

"Good evening, Potter."

"Good evening, I get it, Taylor."

Harry had an I-know-what expression on his face.

"It's the Animagus test, right? Blake said it's very effective. He was planning to provide me with some similar help when I was practicing."

???

Sirius didn't even understand the rules, and he was very proficient in Animagus practice, but magical Transfiguration - well, it's not impossible that he was biased, and the specific Transfiguration technique of Animagus was indeed related to magical Transfiguration.

But I fill in my own imagination... okay, that's good too. Without the suppression of soul fragments, my own talents can be revealed. Why bother getting involved?

"I know this is a little presumptuous, but," Harry said, summoning his courage, "if that new Chocolate Frog card comes out, could you give me one? Ron's been collecting that."

What new cards?
Andrew looked at Harry in a daze, expecting an explanation, "What card?"

"It's about the new Chocolate Frog card pool," Harry explained with a blush, "They said it's going to be a new release, and it seems like they'll send you dozens of samples. Many famous wizards have mentioned this."

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"If there is, I'll keep an eye out for it."

Andrew tried hard to keep a straight face as he responded - What the hell is a chocolate frog!
(End of this chapter)