Chapter 559 Set a style first
"I have heard and seen many propositions, and at the same time I have seen many wizards who insist on their own propositions - they dare to use everything to defend their propositions, including their own lives."
Andrew looked at the wizard present and said something they could not have imagined.
"But I've never been slutty about it, and it seems that I've never had a talent here," Andrew nodded affirmatively. "Fortunately, I've had some talent elsewhere so that I won't rack my brains for this troublesome problem."
"No matter what the proposition is, a wizard always needs potions, food, clothes and some activities that allow one's physical and mental entertainment. No matter what the proposition or thought is, it always wants to make the wizard better, whether it is material or spiritual."
His eyes swept to the students of Demstrong and the students of Cordosdorez. After just a while, the wizards of the two families made some unhappiness - it was obvious that the cooperation of the school belonged to the school and the students belonged to the students.
But debates have no result. The prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain, and facts are the most convincing.
Although he could use magic to briefly convince the students present, it would not help.
"So, I hope our discussion is also on how to make life better. After all, I can't help others in propositions - ah, black magic is not good at that."
Andrew said unfairly, but the students present did not object to this.
After publicly obtaining the referee status, he truly has the power to judge students, and there is no dissatisfaction.
"Then let it be, start with the seventh grade."
Andrew went back to sit down and began to move the chessboard - he took a clue and expanded the room with the help of similar rules of the deformation chessboard, making half a day's preparation possible.
The seventh-grade student who was closest to him could hardly wait to stand up—a student who was not a show-loving student could not be squeezed in this position.
"There is a single-player dream conversion device just made. Although the body shape problem has not been solved, you can still show your ideas."
Andrew loudly reminded the other person to put his hands on—not everyone is good at all languages, but the picture is common most of the time.
"Thank you, Mr. Taylor, but I don't really need it," the student of Codos Dorez was surprisingly good in English. "What do you think is the main force of the next advancement in the magic world?"
"This is not an interview with the reporter, sir," Andrew shook his head. "I think we are looking at the magical future world of magic, rather than listening to me chatting alone here, but I can still give you an answer."
He straightened up and said, "I think it is materials, materials synthesized by magic, whether they are made of metals, cultivated by magical creatures, or ritual magic, alchemy, etc., which must be the basis for the promotion of the entire magic world."
"But why, sir?"
The other party looked at Andrew with a look of surprise. It was obvious that the answer was not within the other party's thinking.
"Because our lives require more magic," Andrew said affirmatively, "traditional magic materials are very useful. Yes, I highly agree with the carefully selected wand materials, wood cast inch by inch on the flying broom, finely woven wizard robe, dragon leather gloves cast multiple times... Yes, they are very excellent, and there is no better alternative to the best, but this is not right."
"Herbs and medicines are selected to make their yields more abundant, making the herbs more and more stable. The alchemy factory adjusts its alchemy fertilizers again and again, and the potions modify their formulas again and again, but there are few other basic materials..."
Andrew spread his hands, "I don't know if I'm too radical, but there's no doubt that trying in this regard makes sense." He noticed that many senior students were eager to try there - or that they were already talking, but were blocked by Andrew's magic.
‘Interesting…’
He waved his wand and liberated all seventh graders.
"Sorry, Mr. Taylor," a girl from Boothbaton was the first to discover this and took the lead. "You mean, do you want to find materials for the wand?"
"I'm not sure," Andrew shook his head. "One of my very good friend in the history of magic is called Seus. He has popularized the history of the development of the wand for me. In fact, the current version of the wand is the most perfect ratio that has been determined after too many experiments. They have almost searched the material of the whole world to explore the most powerful proportions, and then determined the current version of the wand."
He nodded affirmatively, "But, I don't really think perfection is the thing. We may be able to try something that this magical world does not have."
"Things are not there?"
It was not only the girl who was surprised, but also a bunch of seniors.
"Yes, there is nothing. I think students who have chosen magical creatures, especially those of Boothbaton, should know that those magical biologists are best at creating new and dangerous things."
Many students laughed, especially Hogwarts.
Hagrid's tail snails this year have caused the students to suffer.
"There are also herbal medicines, but other things are different, but they can only be said to be more colorful."
Andrew shook his head—the things in the textbook are better, but that's strange in private.
Think about it, just the two things oranges and grapefruit can produce so many flowers. These are not mixed with plants in the magic world! Due to the survival tolerance of herbs, this subject that has the most contact with the Muggle world has made many new things.
"In fact, even air is a great material, at least in the sense of metamorphosis," Andrew turned the topic into the realm he was most familiar with.
"In fact, the air we commonly use is divided into various components, but they are also named alchemy, but this does not affect our attempt to change the composition of the air and make it change into a substance of another property."
Although these students were asked to show it themselves, Andrew stood at the top and pressed the huge dream bead with his hand. "The next thing is a bit boring, please pay attention to matching some snacks."
The Dream Bead was lit up instantly, just like his test, erecting a huge light curtain.
‘It’s my show, but it’s not impossible. ’
He looked around and confirmed that most of the seniors were listening carefully, and directly cast an experiment he had done some time ago.
(This chapter ends)