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Andrew, who was played a little joke by Dumbledore, helplessly conjured up a dress that suited his own aesthetic taste, and took a group photo with the four headmasters.

Although it seems a little trivial, there is no doubt that the largest and most secretive operation in the wizarding world in recent times has ended.

The operation that lasted for nearly a year under the cover of the Triwizard Tournament was not without results. The first-hand information obtained was enough for the wizards to take the first step into the starry sky.

That’s enough - no matter how strict the confidentiality law is, it can’t limit the exploration of unknown areas, right?
Andrew looked at the dream-generating device with a smile, then said goodbye to several principals one by one.

Although he certainly won't be an exchange student, it's not impossible that the school might recruit a professor from another school one day. Besides, there's also the talent delivery mechanism like the Triwizard Tournament, so it's only right that they have a good relationship with him.

"That's it, Albus, and Professor Andrews."

As the host, Professor Vladislav waved goodbye enthusiastically and made an appointment to meet again at Easter.

"Of course, see you at Easter, old friend."

Dumbledore nodded a friendly farewell, as did Andrew - although he vomited a lot afterwards, he did perform his duties politely when he left.

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"This is... Hogsmeade, right, Professor?"

Andrew was spitting out acid, his eyes were a little dazed, and he could only sit on the ground and observe the surrounding environment.

"Yes, Hogsmeade, the last barrier of Hogwarts."

Several thick layers of mats appeared on the snow. Dumbledore sat on them and looked at Andrew with gentle eyes. "What do you think of our allies, Taylor?"

"I always feel like Mr. Karkaroff isn't that stable. Or maybe I'm just biased against the dark arts."

Andrew shook his head and casually grabbed a handful of snow and put it on his forehead. Only then did he feel the dizziness dissipate a little. "But judging from his past deeds, the professor likes to make big news."

"Of course, he does, but he is always cautious and won't rashly do anything that is out of control. He just likes to think within the rules."

Dumbledore commented sharply on Karkaroff, "So he is the one least likely to violate the Statute of Secrecy."

"In other words, will he find a way to make a profit in the wizarding world? Or will he take the risk of conducting aviation operations in advance?"

Andrew wasn't sure which one Dumbledore was referring to. He didn't even know why the Statute of Secrecy was established.

"No, he's not. He prefers to smash Galleons to replicate success. However, it's hard to say about the others."

Dumbledore hesitated, but finally looked at Andrew.

"Given those known conditions, how long would it take you to create a living space similar to a space station?"

?

The aircraft hasn’t been built yet, how about building a space station?

But, it seems that it is possible to do it - Alchemy is already very proficient in the creation of small spaces, and he started learning from this. Considering the data obtained today, the difficulty of building a space station is not that high.

"But professor, living in outer space will cause all kinds of inconveniences. Gravity, calcium, messy nutrition, and even the way water and air are used will have to be redesigned. Even if we can use alchemy to create air, it will take the school several years just to find plants that can adapt to the space environment. That is a completely new system and cannot be absorbed directly."

Andrew thought carefully and answered, "The most important thing is protection and maintenance. If there is no earth to support it, I am not sure how long it will take for that living space to fall like a meteor."

"Just be prepared," the principal said firmly, as if he had made up his mind. "You should focus on this next, Taylor. Although there is no such possibility, we must be prepared for it." "It's not that dangerous, principal."

Although Andrew said this, his tone became serious.

"It's just a contingency plan," Dumbledore looked at Andrew and explained very seriously, "We have done a lot of things, and we started a long time ago, Taylor, especially now, we must be careful."

Since very early on?

a lot of?

Secrecy Act?
Only in this way can these things be connected - and for some reason, Andrew associated it with an existence that was completely unrelated.

Ancient magic.

"It's unlikely. The difference is not small. I'm overthinking it... Don't worry, I'll just take my OWLs first and explain it to you when I graduate this year. I want to see what kind of secrets and backup plans made Dumbledore think of the last resort of the safe house when the technology was just upgraded..."

He thought so, but still agreed to Dumbledore in a very firm tone.

"I will do my best to build a replica space station, but I'm afraid it won't be fully completed until after the spacecraft takes off. Professor, without the erosion protection data and the escape data, I really can't guarantee the service life of the creation."

He couldn't even make a top-notch eco-box like Mr. Lemay's, let alone a space station with a very long service life. But he had to try despite the difficulties. He had already learned enough in this regard, and all that was left was his own understanding.

"Well, there is one more thing you should pay attention to. Ilvermorny will probably get information about what we are doing sooner or later. They are not a safe place to begin with, and there are a terrifying number of Scourers," Dumbledore added, remembering something else. "Especially since the technology in the Muggle world over there is a bit more advanced, the chaos may be quite serious. You'd better not get involved during the summer vacation."

...

Where did I get my summer vacation?

Andrew stared at Dumbledore, hoping that the headmaster would repent.

Professor McGonagall had already exploited so much of his summer vacation that there was little left. Although his strength had improved at an absurd rate, he hadn't even seen the famous magical ruins in Greece, let alone going to Ilvermorny!

"That's all. Don't tell Minerva, especially about the space station."

Dumbledore whispered to Andrew, obviously not caring about Andrew's summer vacation.

"Theoretically, there won't be any trouble. Even if Tom comes back to cause trouble, he won't be able to do it to Gellert's level and won't trigger the Statute of Secrecy."

"As for the rest, you can ignore it. Your safety is very guaranteed. Even if Tom is stupid, he will not cause you any trouble. If we are likely to fail, remember what I told you today and the preparations we need to make."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he stared at Andrew.

"I'll keep that in mind, Professor."

Andrew responded slowly but firmly.

"Well, we should go back to school happily, Taylor. No, I think, before we go back, how about we go to the Hog's Head Pub for a drink, as a celebration of a great project?"

Dumbledore laughed.

(End of this chapter)