Andrew had not taken much time off. Although Mrs. Camille had not urged him back and no letter had come from Hogwarts, he returned to school early anyway.
He had seen the people he wanted to see and rested enough. It was time to get back to work.
The main reason, of course, was that even entertainment in the Muggle world left a lot to be desired in this era. Computers, television, films—their pitifully low resolution could not even match a mature Dream Orb, let alone the high-definition Dream Network.
There were no mobile games, and online games were only just getting started. For all its vitality, this era always felt as though something was missing. He would rather go back and improve the Wizarding world. That was far more interesting.
"Back at school already, Andrew?"
When Hagrid opened the school gates, he smelled of alcohol. "You've only been on holiday a few days, haven't you?"
"Back to run some experiments." As Andrew spoke, he tapped his backpack. A barrel of Apple Cider flew out and drifted into Hagrid's arms. "A specialty from where I live. Don't drink too much, Hagrid. Dumbledore might need you for something."
"Of course. Dumbledore's always trusted me."
Hagrid looked pleased with himself. "Oh, Andrew, a few unusual mushroom trees have sprouted in the Forbidden Forest.
"Professor Adams picked some and found they tasted pretty good. They'll be served at lunch, so make sure you try them."
"Mm-hmm. I'll go put my luggage away first."
Andrew agreed, but gave it little thought. How good could mushrooms be?
What concerned him more was the problem he had been thinking about for days. A spacesuit for use after landing on the moon could follow a conventional design: it needed to maintain pressure, provide insulation and air, and