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Chapter 630: Leader of Gryffindor

Andrew always felt a little guilty when facing Dumbledore.

There's no way, you can't just think of Dumbledore as a legend when you're writing a legend.

He might have exaggerated a bit, but Dumbledore's strength was definitely not weaker than he exaggerated - it was outrageous to say, as he learned more and more about the wizarding world, his previous imagination of Dumbledore's strength seemed more and more conservative.

Of course, the most important thing is not strength, but the guilty conscience of speaking ill of others behind their backs. While a legend earned him a lot of Galleons, it also left him with some psychological burden.

But now, Andrew suddenly had a strange illusion - that is, what he said seemed not outrageous enough.

Which good person would put a nuclear reactor in the forbidden forest?
If this thing isn't handled properly, it'll be no different than dropping a nuclear bomb on Hogwarts!

He finally realized what the word Gryffindor meant, and understood how courageous it was for a headmaster from a Gryffindor family.

But - then again, only a place like Hogwarts could allow Dumbledore to use the school's protection to fully build this outrageous existence.

"Is it fission or fusion, Professor?"

Andrew looked at the pile of steel products for a long time, and finally said something that even he thought made no sense.

"I have tried fission, but it doesn't work well, and the raw materials are not that easy to handle," Dumbledore said with a smile as he looked at the mixture of steel and alchemy in front of him. "To be more precise, in alchemy experiments, the requirements for producing raw materials with the concentration that the Muggles mentioned are too high, and it does not meet my requirements."

!!!

What does it mean that the fission test has been passed?
Andrew felt something hit his head - no, have you tried it?

He looked at Dumbledore, his surprise undisguised, "Professor, have you tried it?"

"Of course. After all, it's been so long, and I happen to know a little bit about everything."

Dumbledore pointed his wand at the ground, and three wooden stakes, one large and two small, rose up. "Sit down, Taylor. Although I want to get everything out before announcing it, it seems that you may need a little hint now."

The prompt is normal.

But what about nuclear reactors?
Andrew still felt a little confused - he sat at the table following the headmaster's guidance, looking at Dumbledore, then at the reactor over there, and just felt it was outrageous.

"You look a little overwhelmed, Taylor?"

Dumbledore stared at Andrew with a smile, obviously very satisfied with his reaction.

Nonsense, who can accept this? This is a nuclear reactor!

Pointing this out is basically the same as rubbing a nuclear bomb by hand. The most important thing is that it is not just general fission. Dumbledore is already rushing towards pointing out fusion!

"Yes, professor. The main reason is that this thing is really..." Andrew closed his eyes and organized his words, "It's amazing."

"One of my, um, friends showed me the lethality of this weapon earlier," Dumbledore said slowly, his eyes wandering. "Well, it is indeed very strong and hard to resist. I can tell you, Taylor, there was a time when I really wanted to study magic that could fight it, but I finally held back and didn't even dare to touch it more. I was afraid that I couldn't control my ambition."

"But then you tested it yourself and told me with actual facts that even if it is mixed, it can still be used to maintain peace instead of provoking war. My friend was probably wrong..."

Dumbledore seemed to be trying to convince himself, and he continued without even waiting for Andrew's reaction, "Well, so I paid special attention to it, and slowly began to study it. In fact, compared to that kind of explosive power, the energy it brings is what makes people feel that the future will be better."

Andrew nodded. It was obvious that he was more suitable to be a listener than a communicator at this time. "You also know about alchemical oil, right, Andrew?"

"I know, professor. We use alchemical arrays to collect sunlight and then fix it to be used as alchemical fuel for alchemical machines."

Although Mr. Flamel had told him about other modes, even some dark production methods, it was obvious that sunlight was the most orthodox way to make alchemical oil - although it was slow, at least it was not so evil.

"I'm trying to combine the two to make an unlimited supply of alchemical oil - it's not that difficult, especially since I got a lot of inspiration from the Muggle boy who almost brewed something really bad last year."

last year?

Andrew was stunned. What's the matter?

Seeing Andrew's confused look, Dumbledore was also stunned.

"Don't you know, Taylor?"

"I'm sorry, Professor..."

Andrew shook his head, what happened last year?
"Give me a moment, Taylor."

Dumbledore shook his head in confusion, and then disappeared in an instant - as the headmaster of Hogwarts, he would not be restricted from Apparition.

To be precise, he could even arbitrarily lift the Apparition restrictions on most of Hogwarts' land, not to mention such a small thing as opening a backdoor for himself.

"What happened in 1994?"

Andrew thought about it, but couldn't think of anything useful.

He looked at the reactor over there with awe - he could see some combination of metal and alchemy, and he could also feel the rules and restrictions of Transfiguration and the materials used in Transfiguration.

Without a doubt, this is the most advanced technology in the entire wizarding world, nothing else - a material that can withstand radiation can kill a bunch of Transfiguration masters...

"But then again, a nuclear power plant alone isn't that outrageous. If I remember correctly, someone in that place who doesn't support idle people seemed to have found a nuclear bomb and built a power plant himself?"

"That's not right. It seems to have been debunked... but there are also claims that it has not been debunked... God knows. But from this point of view, it is not that high and mighty. It is also touchable. It is normal for Dumbledore to rub a nuclear power plant with his hands..."

Andrew tried to comfort himself, and then looked at Dumbledore's nuclear power plant with admiration - if it could provide a stable energy supply, even if it was just to boil water, it wouldn't be a problem to create a device that could infinitely produce alchemical oil...

"Snapped!"

There was a faint noise, and Andrew saw Dumbledore returning with a newspaper.

Dumbledore handed the newspaper to him, and his tone was still a little uncertain, "How strange, I thought you were paying special attention to it. Were you busy doing potion experiments last year?"

what…

Andrew was stunned for a moment, then looked at the newspaper headline and was stunned for a moment.

Then another look.

Ah? ? ?
(End of this chapter)