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Chapter 671: Fake is not easy to deal with
Dumbledore agreed too quickly, and Andrew soon realized that he had been tricked by himself.

The benefits of being a professor were apparently much better than he had thought - he had been too nervous about Professor McGonagall's detention and had forgotten that being a professor was not a very busy job.

But it’s not a big problem. Working overtime to build a spacecraft is worth the money even if you don’t get paid!
Although it sounds a bit like a scab, but going to the dungeon is so tiring, aren't there people who follow you to the dungeon like they are working every day? The fun of playing magic and making spacecraft is much better than that!
But now is not the time to rub the spacecraft, he has more important things to do - for example, pretending to be admitted to university.

……

"Hello, Professor Morgan."

Andrew shook hands with the somewhat plump professor opposite him - judging from his rather thick red hair, this Professor David had a high level of attainment in alchemy and was willing to invest in hair growth potions.

"Hello, Professor Taylor, Hogsmeade, it's been a long time since we last met."

Professor Morgan looked at the decoration of the Three Broomsticks Bar, especially the dream area at the bar, and couldn't help but sigh.

He was deliberately hiding his surprise, because he was too embarrassed to show surprise in front of this overly young intern professor - even though he had heard the information from various channels countless times, the associate professor in front of him was still too young.

But let alone a professor, it would not be surprising even if he was the vice-principal of Hogwarts. The person in front of him was a treasure of the entire wizarding world, otherwise the Ministry of Magic would not have specially sent staff to do his job.

"Why would I need to do any work? Everyone knows that the dream-based plant research that is now known as the future of the magic world comes from this master of transfiguration. Just in terms of herbology, he can even be listed in the history of magic..."

Professor Morgan currently works in the Muggle world as a professor of plant biology at the University of St. Andrews - a university near Hogwarts. Considering the randomness of magical plants, he is one of the wizards assigned by the Herbology Society to cover up the traces.

This is already one of the top positions in Herbology, but it is still inferior to the Herbology at Hogwarts. If the person in front of him chooses to stay in school as a professor of Herbology, I am afraid that there will be no objection in the entire wizarding world.

"Yeah, the Three Broomsticks' mead is as good as ever."

Andrew nodded and clinked glasses with Professor Morgan.

"Do you know the details, Professor Morgan?"

"Well, the staff at the Ministry of Magic has roughly explained it to me, and the school's procedures have basically been completed. From now on, Professor Taylor, you can just stay with me, and the Ministry of Magic will take care of the subsequent assessments and the like."

Professor Morgan said nonchalantly, he had always been in close contact with the Ministry of Magic, and it was no problem for him to erase some traces and get a graduation certificate.

If Professor Taylor hadn't insisted on being more comprehensive, the graduation certificate would have been out this afternoon.

"That's great, it's a great help, Professor. Also, you have to go on a mission with me, Professor Morgan."

Andrew looked a little embarrassed. "Because it's hard to contact, I'm afraid you'll have to lie for me again. Just say we have to go to Africa to study plants. I know some of the language in Uganda, so I'll use this as an excuse."

The official language there is English, but because of his studies in Transfiguration, Andrew also knows a lot of Swahili and Luganda.

"Okay, I understand, Professor Taylor, is that all?"

"Well, that's about it. Then we can check some of the conversations we had when we met and the reasons why we met before."

Andrew started talking with Professor Morgan, and the two of them nodded from time to time as they discussed the next fraud plan.

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"Is that how you guide it?"

"Well, that's about it," Andrew whispered some knowledge about dream plants to Professor Morgan who was accompanying him.

It was obvious that the other party had been doing very well in the Muggle world and knew a lot about common plants, but he had fallen behind in herbology. Although he had dabbled in greenhouse rapid cultivation and dream plant induction, his understanding of related potion knowledge was not very thorough, and his cases were pitifully few.

Forget about growing magical plants in the university greenhouse. Being able to mix a potion privately is the limit. Andrew has practiced a lot this year and is just able to teach the other party.

Of course, Andrew was very happy to hear about the botanical content of the Muggles, especially the results of space plant induction and some professional content related to genetic modification. The other party's knowledge was very solid, and he was already considering how to lean towards magic. "It's about time, Professor Morgan."

Andrew checked the time, and he and the other party came out of the woods carrying boxes and walked along the path towards the orphanage.

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"The University of St. Andrews?"

As Mrs. Camille read out the name, the people around her gasped.

No, Taylor, you're going too far. Have you forgotten the beating you got last year? How dare you complain about any school?
Top three universities in the country and the best university in Scotland!
You said you passed the exam and you passed it, and you even brought the professor over?

Why don’t you say that the professor begged you to follow him!

Andrew looked at the strange looks from the people around him and could only sigh - the Ministry of Magic made special arrangements and directly found the most reliable herbalist to be listed. Isn't it the best university near Hogwarts, and they are all in the Scottish Highlands? It's so authentic!

The real ones are easy to deal with, but the fake ones are hard to deal with. There are no wizards in inferior universities!

But as Mrs. Camille's eyes became softer and softer as she examined the letter of admission, and even after a nanny secretly called to inquire about the admission list, all doubts were dispelled.

What the hell is early admission?

Isn't the application due in September?

When did the A-Level exam results come out so early?

But the admission letter is real, and the phone inquiry is also real, which is really irrefutable.

After a period of friendly communication with Mrs. Camille, Professor Morgan waved to Andrew according to the script.

"Remember to go and participate in the lab work in advance, Taylor. Don't hold yourself to the same standards as ordinary students. We have to do several projects later. It's not easy to get early admission!"

"Okay, Professor, I'll be at school right away after staying for a few days."

Andrew responded calmly, as if it really was like that.

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"Good job, Taylor."

When the crowd dispersed, Mrs. Camille nodded to Andrew with satisfaction, "You didn't waste your talent, that's really good. As for returning to school early, follow the professor's arrangements. They are always strict over there, and I don't have anything else to teach you. Go back and rest first."

"Uh-huh, Mrs. Camille."

"And this, the tuition money you saved for yourself."

Mrs. Camille took out an envelope from a drawer on the side and said, "This is what I saved for you over the years."

"I got a full scholarship, ma'am," Andrew shook his head and pushed it back, looking serious, "I even got extra money, otherwise I wouldn't have returned to school early to work."

After a moment of silence, Mrs. Camille looked at Andrew and laughed.

"Well, you always do this and have your own plans. So, go enjoy your short vacation, Taylor. You don't need to be preached to. Go ahead."

"Yes, Mrs. Camille."

(End of this chapter)