Chapter 389 Boiling
"But, how great is it... This magazine is not a liar."
"You, you, you, you are unreasonable!"
The Hufflepuff girl looked at her Gryffindor friend, her eyes widened, and she gritted her teeth, wanting to bite a piece of flesh off her body.
This is food!
How could this stupid second-year girl ignore food created out of thin air! ! !
This is a discovery that breaks the basic limitations of food magic. It is infinite food!
Fortunately, she managed to borrow this supplement from the senior classmate to come over and give her some popular science!
This stupid guy doesn't deserve it!
She thought angrily, but in the end she decided to forgive her -nothing, for the magical family in recent years, the word food seems not so serious.
In the early years, mixed-race wizarding families did not have enough to eat due to poverty. Now the Ministry of Magic almost fully subsidizes food, and every household can meet their food needs. It is indeed normal not to see the importance of food.
'But she's still angry, even if she's only in second grade! ’
She ignored the scene where she didn't think of the importance of being laughed at by her sister at first, and ignored what her sister said. Because the low grade does not understand, she will not know how great this is a great invention.
All in all, angry.
But even so, she put away her little resentment after a while and began to continue popularizing science.
And such scenes are happening among countless lower grades.
As for the senior students—even the students who were just waiting to die, they all understood directly what kind of existence this thing was.
Because the Daily Prophet’s front page headline that morning used the magazine’s cover photo and quoted Secretary Fudge’s speech.
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It’s proven that our investment in education and research drives progress throughout the wizarding world.
When I first received the report, I thought the people in the logistics department had made some mistakes - but after I roughly read the information about this transformation technique, I realized that the report was not an exaggeration at all. Even a little too restrained.
I'm so happy that we're starting to change our magical world for the better.
I have always been committed to freeing the entire magical world from hunger and have made some small contributions to it, but today, I can proudly say that I, Cornelius Fudge, your Minister of Magic, truly led us Get rid of hunger forever!
Yes, because I discovered a great wizard. Although he is not yet an adult, his greatness has nothing to do with his age.
Yes, yes, Andrew Taylor, he is the pride of our British wizarding community! His discovery not only brought us enough food, but also brought enough food to the entire magical world!
This is the glory of the entire magical world!
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"Aren't you going to go to class yet, Taylor?"
In Professor McGonagall's office, Andrew put down the newspaper and felt a little helpless in the face of Professor McGonagall's teasing.
"Let me get used to it, Professor," Andrew tried to adjust his breathing rate, with a look of fear on his face.
"I should subscribe to the Daily Prophet, they are too direct."
The magazine was issued yesterday. Although it brought some pointing looks to Andrew, he could still accept it - after all, Transfiguration Today is a very professional magazine, and not many students can understand it.
Furthermore, in a place like Hogwarts where meals are provided for free, the impact of the food transfiguration technique is smaller anyway.
But today, it exploded.
The Daily Prophet is the newspaper with the highest sales volume. It can actually ignore all the rest of the news. The front page is Fudge's speech, then the comments of the wizarding community in various countries, experts' opinions on transfiguration, and finally it even includes Fudge's previous inspection. photos and award-winning photos.
He went straight to the slaughter, and what's terrible is that he didn't go to the restaurant for breakfast. After running, he went directly to the laboratory to sort out enzyme information. As a result, in the first period of the History of Magic class, there were people watching him from the windows of the front and back doors throughout the class, and they even had to queue up to the extreme! ! !
If he hadn't had enough notoriety in school before, he wouldn't have known how to break out from the gaze of those guys!
"I told you earlier, you have to try to face it, think about Potter, and slowly they will get used to it."
Professor McGonagall smiled and said that she didn't think it was excessive at all.
It would be strange if such achievements were not taken seriously.
"I'm mentally prepared, Professor, but I'm just not used to it yet."
Andrew nodded. He even used a time turner to let himself think for two hours, but this matter still made him a little unable to calm down.
"It doesn't matter. Take your time. There will be an award ceremony the day after tomorrow. Just remember to prepare your ceremonial robe."
"Award Ceremony?"
Andrew nodded, "I should be used to it. After all, this isn't the first time I've met Minister Fudge."
"No, it's a bit messy. You are still on vacation these days. There are awards from some foreign magic schools and the local Ministry of Magic, as well as a Merlin First Class Medal."
Oh, that, huh?
Andrew widened his eyes.
"Are you kidding me, professor?"
"No, you don't even need to go to the Ministry of Magic. They will come and issue it. I have discussed it with them. You can just go to class and write your paper in peace."
Professor McGonagall said it very casually, as if what was coming was not an awards group from a magic school, but a supplier from Hogwarts or something.
"Isn't this too exaggerated?"
This was the first time he heard that the Order of Merlin was delivered door-to-door.
"This is necessary, Taylor, I know you don't care about glory that much."
Professor McGonagall's expression was serious, and she knew very well.
Tyler should have had a share of the Order of Merlin last school year, but he refused.
"But the Merlin Jazz Group needs it because there are too many units awarding this award."
Everyone crowded over to present the award. It was no longer the only one like before, and any further delay would be unjustifiable.
Anyway, everyone has come here, and the person giving the award is worthy, so let’s all come together. Anyway, the result is worth it, and it won’t be a loss of dignity at all.
"I'll try my best to adjust my mentality, Professor."
Although Professor McGonagall was downplaying it, Andrew was not stupid - the Medal of Merlin was here in a hurry, what kind of small prizes could the other awards be?
"Well, try your best to adjust. If you really can't use Occlumency to control your emotions, if you still can't do it well, just ask for a few more days off. I'll help you claim that you are working hard to complete your enzyme-related thesis."
"No need, Professor, I have to learn to face it. Besides, I'm still far behind in my courses. I can't keep skipping classes, right? I don't have money for this project, so I have to study something new."
Andrew half-joked, then took a deep breath and headed out.
Very good - Professor McGonagall's office remained as majestic as ever, and the crowd of onlookers only stood at a distance.
(End of chapter)