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Chapter 672: Some Small Things

Andrew did not take long off. Although Mrs. Camille did not urge him and there was no letter from Hogwarts, he still returned to school early.

I have met the people I wanted to meet, and it’s time to rest. It’s time to get back to work.

Of course, the most important reason is that even the entertainment in the Muggle world is just like that in this era - whether it is computers, televisions, or movies, the clarity is so low that it is not even as good as mature dream beads, not to mention the high-definition dream network.

There are no mobile games and online games are just in their infancy. This era, while full of vitality, always gives people a feeling that something is missing. He still plans to go back and transform the magic world, which would be more interesting.

"Back to school so early, Andrew?"

When Hagrid opened the school gate, he still smelled of alcohol, "You just took a few days off?"

"Come back to do some experiments," Andrew said as he nodded his backpack. A barrel of cider flew out and floated into Hagrid's arms. "It's a specialty of ours. Drink less, Hagrid. Dumbledore might want to talk to you about something."

"Of course, Dumbledore always believes in me."

Hagrid had a proud look on his face. "By the way, Andrew, the mushrooms in the Forbidden Forest have mutated into several special mushroom trees. Professor Adams found that they tasted pretty good after picking them. We will have some at lunch, remember to go and try them."

"Yeah, I'll go back and pack my luggage first."

Andrew agreed, but didn't take it too seriously - how delicious could mushrooms be?

He was more concerned about what he had been thinking about these days, the space suit after landing on the moon.

According to conventional space suit design, this thing requires ensuring pressure, insulation, air, and communication.

He has read a lot of aerospace books these days. Apart from the protective function that cannot withstand much bumps, this is all the space suit can guarantee.

For the wizard, it is necessary to add a function that does not hinder spellcasting, and this is the limit. More functions can be solved by spellcasting.

This thing sounds complicated, but it’s actually very simple to do.

Compared to building a small space that can provide air on its own, these requirements are nothing more than child's play in alchemy.

He had already drawn the blueprints before he even came back, and now he was just waiting to make it and test its limits.

If we have to say what the difficulty is, the only difficulty left is communication.

"Communication... This is a bit uncomfortable..."

Andrew sat in the laboratory and frowned.

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"Here, have some mushrooms, they are delicious."

Andrew enthusiastically introduced the delicious specialty mushrooms of Hogwarts to the other three headmasters - probably because of the added dream, eating this thing feels like seeing a villain.

It's not entirely true. It's just that there's a feeling of a dream coming true, like a psychedelic drug that makes your wishes come true. You can immerse yourself in the dream without even closing your eyes. Although the senses are different and you won't be poisoned, no matter how Andrew thinks about it, he leans towards seeing the villain.

The most important thing is that this thing will really turn blue when cut!
"Well, it's really good. Have dream plants actually developed to their current state?"

Principal Vladislav praised him very politely, but unfortunately, Andrew couldn't be sure what he saw.

"By the way, Taylor, um," Karkaroff took over and looked at Andrew, "Professor Taylor, is the space suit you mentioned completed now?"

"It's not really a space suit, it's just a ball of liquid metal," Andrew shook his head, "but the communication problem may not be solved. The other items can be met, especially the pressure - it can prevent our blood from boiling due to loss of air." A ball of liquid metal with regular patterns carved on it can be attached to the human body as armor to maintain basic pressure, while also having the ability to isolate heat and supply oxygen. This is a simple alchemy device that Andrew has made these days.

Of course, the price is that the usage time is only one day, and so far, he has not been able to handle the communication thing.

"But no matter how useful the device is, we still have to train a few magicians in advance to ensure that we can save ourselves if it is damaged or malfunctions—"

Andrew supplemented at the dining table, and several headmasters including Dumbledore listened very carefully, even stopping their knives and forks for a short while.

"But now the most critical question is, who will go up first?"

"We can't go directly to the moon on the first try. We have to go to high altitudes first, then do space tests to confirm the strength of the materials, and then consider going to the moon."

"I'll be the first."

Dumbledore looked at Andrew and ignored the strange looks from the headmasters around him. "Although it's not nice to say this, I think no one is better at dealing with unexpected situations than me. By the way, I will bring a flying broom with me. In theory, this is not difficult."

"You're kidding, Professor."

Andrew's eyes widened. He had never thought Dumbledore would be so... reckless.

"This is not a joke, Taylor. Besides, this is not dangerous. I will prepare an escape device in the aircraft. With your design, returning from space will not be a difficult problem."

Dumbledore had a smile on his face, as if he was not talking about going outside the atmosphere to play, but about flying around in the air on a broomstick.

"Don't look at me like that, Taylor. You've been deceived. Flying is different for wizards and Muggles. In fact, I have made a lot of preparations during this period of time."

Dumbledore looked at Andrew, then nodded.

Under the gaze of Andrew and the other three headmasters, Dumbledore's clothes swelled up, but not too loosely. It was as if the wind was blowing in, and the whole person looked as if he was standing in a strong gale.

Then Dumbledore stood up, his figure growing taller.

Andrew blinked once, then again.

Dumbledore's feet were on the table, and then, off.

His whole body seemed to be blown up by wind from nowhere, floating towards the ceiling.

Fly, fly?

Andrew stared with wide eyes at Dumbledore floating in the air.

He now realized where his serious mistake had been - thinking back to his earlier idea of ​​using the crude telephone mode to contact them, Andrew felt his cheeks getting a little hot.

"Just control the fireworks with the magic wand in mid-air. What am I thinking!"

'Also, flying, for wizards, is really just... that is, slowing down and returning many times. The last step is to fly by yourself, or rely on a broom. When returning, you don't even need to learn to control the speed, because flying magic can take care of it! '

He shook his head, but a smile still appeared on his face.

Now that he has found a way out, all he has in mind now is completing the task!
The most important thing is that he has new ideas about space suits and the old ones will never be wasted!

(End of this chapter)