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Chapter 649: Dress More Gorgeously
"Those fifth graders are so miserable..."

"Yeah, even the class leader is crazy, it's terrible..."

The fourth-grade students looked at the crowds of people in the library and couldn't help but complain. Compared with previous years, this year's fifth-grade students were particularly miserable, especially the class monitor!

Even the lower grade students knew that Professor Snape, the head of Slytherin, wished Potter dead. And after Potter became a prefect, the professor who didn't like washing his hair began to target Potter even more harshly.

In order not to embarrass Gryffindor, the Potter began to study like crazy - this set a bad example, and the other prefects also became nervous.

We are all class leaders, so you can’t say that our grades are crushed by you, right?

How can the dean save face? How can the class leaders manage the students in the future? Should they tell them that I, as the class leader, directly selected the competition?

This was obviously not possible, so the class leaders opened the books.

But the class leaders have rolled up their sleeves. Can they just watch the students of their own college lie down?

As the direct managers of students of this grade, the prefects with secondary management authority over the Hogwarts branches directly pulled the students of this house to work hard together - OWLs, urging the students of this house to study hard, even if they had selfish motives, they could speak openly to the dean.

So, the lower grade students in this academic year’s exam papers all look pale - this is really scary, they will look like this next year too.

"Keep your voice down."

The two students who were watching the senior students talking suddenly heard a warning. They turned around and immediately behaved themselves. “Yeah.”

"If I'm caught disturbing senior students' study again, I'll be cleaning the lounge floor."

Andrew casually scared the two of them, then left with the information in his hands - he was in a very good mood today and had no intention of dealing with this not-so-obvious violation.

After he left, the two sighed in shock and left quietly, not daring to breathe normally until they left the library.

"I told you no, but you didn't listen. Now Taylor has caught you!"

"But why is he in the library at this time? Hasn't he been in the greenhouse? And, it was you who agreed to use this to decide who is the bravest Gryffindor in Hogwarts!"

"It hasn't been sorted out yet. Do you dare to provoke Taylor?"

"Don't dare!"

A vague and unconvincing response, followed by a look around. Good, Taylor was not there.

But the courage they had mustered up disappeared after observation. The two stopped arguing and secretly left the library - the pressure brought by the senior year was not so bad, but Taylor was too troublesome.

He was destined to stay in school as a professor. No, no matter how you looked at it, he was destined to be the vice-president. Although Dumbledore didn't look like he was going to retire, a school couldn't have only one vice-president!

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"I still underestimated Gryffindor. Those guys, it's been less than half a year since the twins left, and they're going to have another student who will give Professor McGonagall a hard time."

Andrew recalled the two students whose faces were filled with "I'm not doing good" and shook his head helplessly. Hogwarts's admissions are like this, there's no way - fortunately, there's no need to worry about that today. Good news from Dumbledore, the experimental team that the four schools worked together on has successfully returned today, and they can take over this afternoon.

This good news, which he had been waiting for for nearly a year, almost made him lose the ability to maintain his brain occlusion. He went to the library to look up relevant information on magical transfiguration to celebrate - although he still didn't dare to cast a spell on himself, the information was still useful for reference.

After putting the books back into the restricted area, Andrew looked around at the other fifth-year students who were studying hard, shook his head slightly, and ran straight to Dumbledore's office.

Compared to his classmates, he has gone too far - now he is a guiding light for young wizards. He must maintain his image, stand at the forefront of research, and keep the right direction.

The day when he reported Professor Quirrell was still fresh in his mind. At that time, he was still cautiously doubting whether he could reach the other side. Now, even without taking the OWLs exam, he has become a beacon on the other side. It is really sigh-worthy.

Andrew jogged along the corridor and soon arrived at the door of Dumbledore's office. When he knocked on the door and went in, he found that Dumbledore had changed into a rare formal suit - even during the Triwizard Tournament, Andrew had never seen the headmaster dressed so formally.

"Your suit is not very good, Andrew. Change into something more fancy." Dumbledore looked at Andrew and said gently, "Also, remember to be quick and bring back the souvenirs later - Minerva can't go."

One of the headmaster and vice-headmaster must be on campus to maintain the school's protection - those protections give the headmasters power but also impose restrictions in disguise. Dumbledore has to attend formally and is far away, so Professor McGonagall can only stay at home.

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Andrew sighed.

If he guessed correctly, he would probably keep a dream today as a souvenir, and then release it at the right time - such as when he really started exploring space.

To be honest, he was a little excited, but compared to the celebration ceremony, he was more eager to get the results and data, and then see what magic was like outside the atmosphere.

His wait during this period was not in vain - he had read a lot of information about aircraft in his spare time over the past six months, and had roughly come up with a satisfactory form. He also focused on practicing alchemical enchantment experiments to enchant the flying properties, and was just waiting for the data.

He even deliberately made a simple model of something as outrageous as a space elevator. Otherwise, why would he be so happy today?

But since Dumbledore had asked him to do so, he had no choice but to return to the common room, find his dress and change into it, before heading back to the headmaster's office.

"You look quite energetic. Let's go, Taylor. I can't wait any longer - the secrets of the starry sky are about to be revealed to us."

"Me too, Professor."

The fireplace burst into flames, and as a handful of Floo powder was sprinkled in, the green flames opened the way out of Hogwarts.

"Don't be nervous, Taylor," Dumbledore said with a smile, "We have verified it last time. Magic can still be used even in space. It is the power of wizards themselves, not some joke that is restricted to a certain place."

"So," Dumbledore walked quickly to the flames, turned to look at Andrew, and looked relaxed, "get ready to celebrate."

He stepped into the flames first and headed to the fireplace at the border of the transfer station.

"I can't wait, Headmaster."

Andrew glanced at the surrounding decorations and stepped in without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)