Chapter 514 The launch of dream interaction
'Because there are many warriors selected this time, the selection time has been extended to five days, which is enough...'
Andrew wrote the last one on the manuscript The name of the person who needs to be thanked, sighed.
Looking at the names of Fred Weasley and George Weasley, Andrew couldn't help but shake his head. Although this was the right thing to do, he didn't know that this pair of Jean-Mai didn't know. Professor Ge's twins, who were so troubled, would do something magical to do here.
'But they are about to graduate anyway, so I don't think they will stay in school...'
Andrew shook his head, put the manuscript away, and prepared to give his dean a look. Although the format is not a big problem, it is at least the result of the work of several people in cooperation and cannot be distributed alone.
He stood up and walked towards the dean's office.
But when he arrived at the dean's office, Professor Flivie's confusing eyes were greeted.
"Taylor, I remember, you said you wanted to organize the relevant information last night?"
"That's how it is, professor."
Andrew nodded, very sure.
"It's six o'clock in the afternoon?"
Professor Flivi looked at his clock with no certainty, "That's right, six o'clock in the afternoon, and today is Saturday, You got it done in one day? "
"I also used some special methods and added four hours."
Andrew nodded guiltily, as if he was a little foolish, but this This is what things are, he definitely didn't cut corners!
This thing looks the same as most curse, and it is troublesome to study it, but it only takes a little bit of it to write it out. This is not a legend, it can stuff a bunch of interesting things into it.
I didn't feel anything when submitting it, especially when processing documents in the office, Professor McGonagall would never dislike him for his neat handling.
"Will I not change it?"
With a guilty conscience, Andrew took the initiative to make a request for modification.
Professor Flivi looked at the entire document, then thought about it again, and shook his head.
"Although the format is not very consistent, just like that, the narrative is easier to accept, after all, it combines some alchemy and metamorphosis in it - if they can't even understand it , It would be better to change careers."
Professor Flivi shook his head with a smile, took the parchment from the table and started writing a brief recommendation letter and the cover of the information, helping Andrew integrate it together. "Give them some more samples," the professor happily opened the drawer and picked two out of a bunch of dream balls.
If Andrew reads correctly, the thing is full of drawers... If Andrew guesses correctly, more than half of it should be related to a legend.
'I always feel that the dean is dancing on the spire of the astronomical tower...'
But Professor Flivi obviously did not have such a perception. He smiled and handed the thing to Andrew, "Although your own name is enough, you still need a letter of recommendation according to the rules."
"In addition, Dream Ball Don't sign me there, it was made by Severus, and don't want Pomona's. She will post it herself after the result of her dream-eating grass. We communicated - of course, you have to Those affiliated technologies signed by the second authors are agreed upon. "
"Okay, I will, Dean."
Andrew nodded—compared to the astronomical tower at this moment The meaning of dancing seems to be that the signature of this thing is.
"Okay, go ahead and try to attract all your attention before the Triumph Championship. We may open a door to the new era of wizards."
The dean nodded and signaled Andrew to leave quickly and send the package.
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'Where is my snack, Dean? ’
Today, because I was going to rush the manuscript, I couldn’t go to Hogmode and Andrew was reluctant to leave, but was ignored by the dean. "Hurry up, I remember he has the habit of working overtime to review manuscripts - now I can make my old friend sleep well tonight."
The professor began to urge him ruthlessly. Andrew, who hadn't had enough snacks, shook his head and left regretfully.
When closing the door, he glanced at what the professor was doing curiously, and then quickly closed the door decisively and quickly - the professor was working hard to the top of the astronomical tower, and he was still Fabricating a legendary dream...
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"Rose!"
Andrew called on his owl and put the package on the other party's leg after feeding a small bag of food.
"Study overtime, Qiangwei, you are the best, the other party's address is..."
"Guguwu!"
Rongwei gently rubbed Andrew. He shouted proudly with his fingers, then flapped his wings and flew high.
'The work is completed and you can rest tomorrow! ’
Andrew nodded with a smile and walked towards the castle.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
But when he saw the bright moonlight spreading like water outside, he changed his mind and started to scatter around the castle.
'Dinner can be a little later, but if you miss such a good moon, it would be a waste of it. ’
Although this is abusing the kitchen, I obviously don’t care about this now.
Andrew turned his pace and headed towards the greenhouse route of daily running.
This road usually takes in the morning, and he is extremely familiar with it, but today the moonlight shines, the whole road has changed.
The slightly yellow grass radiated a strange light under the water-like moonlight. The lines of the worn stones on the stone road that I am used to running look much softer in the moonlight.
'It's so good...'
Andrew unconsciously took out his wand and felt the power of the heat flowing from the wand to the fingertips and into his arms.
He began to wield his wand, but to no avail.
Moonlight is not manipulated.
He shook his head and began to twist the air - under the influence of the air, the moonlight began to be moved like a flow of water.
Ten times, hundreds of times...about three hundred times, or more, those seemingly abrupt stirs become gentle, just like the moonlight, as if the water flow naturally falls.
The light began to be twisted, forming a dew-like thing in the air, and then dripped, and the yellow grass leaves poured by the dew began to curl and jump.
It naturally pulled itself out of the ground, and then turned into a small straw man, starting to dance under the moonlight.
'Fun...it's really fun...'
Andrew smiled, and then let more dew drop down and fall onto the villain.
It cheered and then twisted, and then twisted, but there was no more change.
Andrew shook his head helplessly, and pointed his fingers on the small bag with him. A bag of herbs appeared, and then a smoke drifted into the moonlight.
The straw man began to grow taller, no longer as clumsy as before, and even began to dance in the moonlight under the command of Andrew.
And——bang.
The smoke dissipated, the moonlight began to spread to the ground as before, and the grass man turned into a pulled grass.
(This chapter ends)