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Chapter 685 Good Reputation

Bill admired Mr. Tom more and more - the young man who looked not very old had excellent vision, advanced judgment, and extraordinary execution.

Those Muggle books with all kinds of professional terms were a headache for even a traditional top student at Hogwarts like him, but Mr. Tom could read them without blinking an eye.

And this behavior lasted not for a day or two, but for more than a year!

They studied in this magical land of Australia for a whole year - during this year, even a slow-moving magical world like Australia began to change.

The dream system has also become popular here, dozens of new dishes have been introduced, the Floo network mode has been changed, the supervision of door keys has been relaxed, and even the Quidditch mode has undergone many changes.

But even so, Mr. Tom still did not give up boring studies, nor did he rush to use the knowledge he had acquired to improve things that seemed easy to do.

The Ministry of Magic was clearly investing a huge sum of money to buy every idea worth adopting, but even piles of gold could not change Mr. Tom's will.

'It's incredible... In the past, I might even go back to my father to study those Muggle electrical appliances to get a lot of Galleons or something, but now even I have given up.'

The wizarding world was getting better—every wizard he met was saying so.

Because the exchanges are increasing, even that weird place on the moon that was half-built and then renamed Guanghan Palace has extremely close exchanges with other schools on the moon.

As for the Hogwarts Moon branch, it has become a pioneer of reform. Mr. Taylor, the temporary vice-president of Hogwarts who has not been down to the moon since the moon landing plan last year, brought professors and students in the advanced classes to improve several plants that can be grown in greenhouses in the lunar environment, and cultivated a group of magical creatures that can provide necessary supplies. At the same time, he struggled to build the branch's dormitories and teaching areas.

Occasionally, wizards who returned from above for rotation would bring back dream beads for filming - judging from those dreams, it seemed that there was indeed a rudimentary form of a residential area over there. Although there were only professors, students and some specially invited wizards now, neither exchange activities nor R&D activities had been neglected at all.

"Unfortunately, it is still an invitation system. Only outstanding wizards who have passed the review can be admitted. The inspections in each place are very strict..."

Bill watched the dream scenes of several school parties with envy - that side was simple but dreamy, different from this side, the other side was simply a world full of magic, and the difference could be seen at a glance.

A mid-air waterfall constructed with clear water like a spring, a Quidditch pitch floating like a cloud in the air, a lunar Quidditch with a strong sense of impact, an alchemical magic circle directly laid out on the Quidditch pitch, and a device for collecting alchemical oil.

The floating hair, the weather controlled by magic, the glass-like dome covering the entire temporary campus and the magic released wantonly, as well as the metal wizard robe - no one knows who designed it, but the emblems of each college are artistic and exaggerated, and the prospective graduates can tell the college at a glance when wearing them.

"That's really amazing, Vice Principal Taylor."

Bill sighed. To be honest, he actually envied the students over there.

Professor Taylor, just like Percy said, had no attachment to fame at all - he had been on the moon for more than a year without coming down to rest, but every piece of document he brought was signed with someone else's name, while all the requests were signed with his own name.

'Although Mr. Tom is amazing, can endure loneliness, and has excellent vision, but in terms of communication, he is really a level lower than Professor Taylor.'

Thinking of this, Bill slapped himself in the face - what nonsense was he thinking about? Mr. Tom discovered something that could change the entire wizarding world and enthusiastically invited him to participate. This was already an extremely generous thing. How could he be so ungrateful?
Moreover, even in this situation, the other party had squeezed out a considerable salary. How could he think like this!
'I really am. There hasn't been much progress during this period, which has caused me to be too stressed. I shouldn't think about those things. Ron is in seventh grade and he didn't go. Just like Ron has to be responsible for the team, I also have to be responsible for my project.'

He shook his head and stopped thinking about the dream beads. Instead, he turned and went to Mr. Tom's laboratory - he couldn't think about it anymore. He had to take a break and go home.

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"Going home for Christmas? Of course, of course, Mr. Weasley, of course no problem. Although our ideals are lofty, the problem is indeed not something that can be solved right now. Perhaps we should find some inspiration from life - but don't be nervous, and don't put pressure on yourself. Enjoying life is also an important thing."

Tom looked at the assistant with a warm smile.

He couldn't be more satisfied - she could barely catch up with his ideas in some explorations, had skilled magic and some barely passable knowledge of biology, and even better, had excellent ideas and the ability to act. Most importantly, the other party's bloodline was one of the keys he had identified.

Is there a more perfect assistant?

Yes - well, it would be better if I could take a vacation these days.

Although this assistant was excellent in many ways, he had one thing in common with Dumbledore: he had learned a lot of hypocrisy from him. Even using ordinary animals for experiments was not very cruel, let alone using Muggles for transformation experiments as he had envisioned.

It just so happened that they had spent too much time together during this period, so he could only do some Muggle experiments secretly. Just when he was worrying that those experiments were too slow, the other party came to apply for Christmas vacation.

Could it be more perfect than this?

Therefore, he generously gave a full 30-day Christmas holiday and specially provided a batch of funds - implying that if the other party hoped to take on any transformation mission on the moon, they could give it a try so that he could have more free time for experiments.

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"Going home?"

"Well, I'm back, Percy."

Bill looked at his adult-like brother and said, "Didn't I come back last year? Although my stay was shorter, there's no need to be so happy, right?"

"It's not because of you, Bill."

Ron interrupted, "It's about the marriage."

"Ron!"

Percy stared at Ron, his face flushed with anger.

"Percy is sorry, and he's going to say it himself," Fred interrupted. "He's telling everyone that because Taylor decided to come back for a vacation and to marry him."

"Tyler?"

"Of course, Taylor."

George nodded, "Who else could it be, Percy with that big head...I was wrong mom, I'm an adult, you shouldn't pull my ears!"

"If Taylor is coming... can we ask Professor Taylor for advice? He is never stingy in guiding wizards, nor does he covet honors."

Such thoughts emerged in Bill's mind along with Mr. Tom's anxious but patient face - this is certainly a good thing for Mr. Tom. How could a master like Taylor covet this title?
What's more, both Percy and Fred have a good relationship with Professor Taylor. Compared with the Moon's plan that can be shared with others, Mr. Tom's research is actually a level lower.

'It's just that I can't tell Mr. Tom in advance, he's a bit sensitive after all, I have to talk to Mr. Taylor and ask him to keep it a secret, but it's not a big problem. Mr. Augustus Pye also said that most of his inspiration for imitating Muggle medicine came from Mr. Taylor, but the other party refused to sign his name and had several very critical conversations with him - that was a new magical medical system.'

Thinking of this, Bill nodded - yes, Professor Taylor's reputation was as good as his behavior, whether it was the wizards outside or the wizards at home who said so.

'Mr. Tom, I will definitely help you!'

(End of this chapter)