Chapter 558 Andrew’s Tea Party
'This is definitely not a class. I am not here to teach students in the fourth school. To be honest, I don't seem to be very interested in class. ’
In the lab, Andrew was designing for the afternoon exchange.
He ruled out the class format at the first time - no matter which school students are from, they will attend too many classes,
A new professor may have some impact on his class, but the effect is really bad.
The deans of Hogwarts are all in class. He doesn't think his course can surpass the deans, and makes a group of young and about to graduate admire them all at once.
Just kidding, let alone him, Sirius can't do that face!
Unless he awakens a male succubus system and confuses everyone at once, it would be purely a delusion to expect the classroom format to bring influence.
But it doesn't matter. If you can't force it into thinking, you can just moisten things silently.
Moreover, this is not a waste of time.
If you simply exchange ideas with a student, you will most likely not get anything, but if the four most elite students in the magic world chat together, they can’t even get a spark?
If you take another step back, even if you don’t have any ideas to inspire him, can’t he inspire others?
It’s not about black magic. It’s about life-threatening things. Anyone who makes this kind of infrastructure needs to build the entire magic world!
Why did he call on everyone to pay attention to the magic world? Don’t you feel that the pressure of doing it all is too great and you are ready to divert the entire magic world?
"Then, it's a tea party, it's a bit high-end, decorate it, prepare the black tea snacks, and chat while eating. How many Gallons can you spend?"
He nodded with certainty, even if he could afford to eat until the end of the school year, he would not have any unique ideas, but would have made all seven or eight students who would accept his thoughts return to their capital!
'So why do you have to make so many Warriors? If you don't attend tea parties in a good life, you will compare to the Three Thousands Championship. It's fine if you have a Warrior who can fool you! '
Andrew shook his head, complained casually, and then arranged a tea party.
Since it was arranged by him, it would be difficult to deal with the elf. Spend more Garon, Hufflepuff to spend some money, and hire the elf and the school to get it done.
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"Can all the students who stay on campus go?"
Harry looked at Ron, his mouth grew bigger.
"Of course, all students who stay on campus can go, and those in the lower grades can do it, but there is no time to speak on stage. Students in the fourth grade or above must be allowed. In addition, if they say irresponsible words, they will be kicked out - that's all."
Ron nodded enviously, "Please invite all students to have afternoon tea, and it's more than once, how much money does he have, Harry!"
"But Hogwarts doesn't charge food for normal..."
Harry was not as sensitive to money as Ron - he had no coin before, and there was no such thing as price comparison. Later, he inherited a bunch of gold like a hill, and later, Black never worried about money.
"That's different. Hogwarts is provided by the Ministry of Magic! Whether you go or not, today is the first day, it must be very interesting!"
Ron is not very interested.
"Then let's go together," Harry nodded. Hermione has been working hard with the Warriors to crack the secret of Golden Egg with the Warriors these days. He can't participate in the special training. He has time.
Time soon came when the so-called tea party was about to begin - when Harry and Ron were about to set off, they realized that the students staying in their dormitory were lined up to rush there.
"Merlin's beard, can that Taylor handle it?" Ron sighed, but he quickly confirmed one thing - dealing with it.
The party was in an empty classroom on the second floor. They didn't feel it when they were outside, but when they got inside the room, Harry and Ron widened their eyes.
"Did they move the hall here?"
"Who knows, what kind of metamorphosis spell might be? That's the Ripper..."
Harry looked at the small tables all over the room, and they formed several circles in the room, and the aisles were everywhere. There were not many chairs around the table, but fluffy cushions.
And in the middle of the circle, a crystal ball several times larger than the ghost flying ball was placed there, and that Taylor was on the table closest to the crystal ball.
The room was full of fireplaces, but strangely, the smell of burning wood could not be smelled at all - not only that, but it seemed that the sound was suppressed. It was obvious that so many people should be very noisy, but just a few steps away, the sounds around could hardly be heard.
"Is it amplification magic or something? This room is so weird."
Harry whispered.
"Yes, and the table doesn't seem to be able to move away..."
Ron pushed the table in front of Harry, "I just saw Ginny and the others and wanted to say hello, but they didn't seem to hear it at all."
"You try it louder, Ron?"
Harry blurted out, but saw the strange look of his friend.
"You're crazy, Harry, this is the Ripper's tea party. I don't want to recite the benefits to follow on the table!"
Ron's voice was a little louder, but the people around him had no response at all.
"Everyone, because there are too many people, I have to do some necessary magic protection and a little restriction on speaking out - but it is also a good thing to listen to other people's opinions. In addition, you can leave the market at any time and all the food is available at will, but it is restricted and cannot be used to smash people. I hope everyone can express their opposition in a more reasonable way."
A sudden voice sounded, and Ron looked around, then focused his eyes on Andrew, with amazement.
"Just kidding? I learned a lot of spells, but how can this be done to cast spells on so many people at the same time?"
Ron whispered, "No, he is not casting spells on everyone, he is casting spells on every inch of land. This room seems to be following his will. Is this a living room?"
"I welcome everyone to show off their creativity or unique ideas, or talk to me about some strange ideas," Andrew's voice seemed to be in their ears, without any disruption. "But the current order is, start with the senior year - of course, I must be the first to start."
Andrew smiled, "Of course, if you can make your voice heard by everyone, I will welcome you to express your opinion at any time."
"So, start with me."
(This chapter ends)