This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

"Professor, the processing is done. Myrtle cannot enter the secret room. Professor Snape gave her the processed snake skull."

In Professor McGonagall's office, Andrew was bracing himself for a reply.

The matter was done, and he had to report progress issues to Professor McGonagall.

"You don't seem to be in a good mood, Tyler."

Professor McGonagall looked up from the pile of homework and asked with concern, "Is it because of Myrtle?"

"Well, there are some...I don't seem to be able to accept death..."

"No one likes it, but when war comes, no one can do anything about it. Don't be on duty today. Go to the Black Lake to relax, or go to the stadium to fly for a while, or go play Thunderbolt Explosion Cards to give yourself a break. Fake."

The professor sighed, "Go and have a good rest."

"Yes, Professor."

"Well, by the way, Albus asked you to find him after class on Monday morning next week. Don't forget the time."

"Okay, Professor, I remember."

Andrew nodded, walked out of the office out of boredom, and started walking towards the outside of the castle.

holiday…

It was indeed a bit difficult... He was indeed affected by Myrtle's incident, and this kind of mentality was really not easy to bring back to the dormitory.

‘Let’s bask in the sun by the Black Lake, and then... go play Thunderbolt Explosion in the afternoon? ’

While he was thinking about it, he walked to the Black Lake and used the transformation technique to set up a comfortable recliner for himself.

'Death, damn it, it has nothing to do with it at all, why would you think of that bastard thing...'

Sighing, Andrew began to try to shift his thoughts to other places - such as the showdown between Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

However, no matter how you think about it, Dumbledore always easily defeated Grindelwald with a large number of transformation puppets - this is already part of the ending!

"Dumbledore is really, incredibly strong..."

With a thought in his mind, Andrew summoned a piece of stone with his wand, and then threw it towards the calm lake.

twice…

Hell…

He became interested and began to summon stones one by one, and then began to exercise.

But it's very bleak, even if you take it seriously, you can only do it five times at most.

"Hell, hell..."

Andrew sighed and tapped the stone with his wand - the stone that was forcibly transformed into a suitable shape by the transfiguration spell made six splashes fly beautifully.

No, nine…

Who is so idle?

Andrew's face was dark—the second wasted stone was not thrown by him.

Don't know him.

A student from the same school, who looked like she was in the first grade, still had undried tears on her face. She threw another stone - this time less, seven splashes.

…

We can't stay here anymore, the first-year students are bullying the second-year students.

But you still have to make a habit of asking before leaving.

"Been beaten by someone from the outer courtyard?"

Shaking his head desperately.

"Being beaten by someone from the same hospital?"

Still shaking his head.

Then it's okay - it's easy to say it's not about hitting people.

"If someone beats you, go directly to your prefect. The same goes for extortion and robbery. Or you can go to me. It can be handled a little bit, but it's not as convenient as the prefect. You don't have to worry about retaliation. I promise there won't be any."

Andrew patted his chest to make sure, then patted his butt to release the transformation spell - he couldn't stay here any longer.

If it’s not about being beaten, robbed or extorted, then you don’t have to worry about it.

He has seen too many people cry - this year was better. Last year, students in the same grade would occasionally hide in school and cry.

The vast majority are those who miss home, and the minority are those who feel that school is too hard. Then there are those who quarrel with friends, those who are being treated harshly by professors, those who cannot change their clothes when they are stained...

Among the eleven-year-old students, some are smart enough to go out and cheat money, while others are as stupid as elementary school students.

He can guarantee that it is not because of fighting, extortion, or other murderous acts, which is the limit. Percy complained - there are even little kids in Gryffindor who cry because the pudding is smaller...

"You're really not being bullied, are you? If you're bullied, come to me. I can basically deal with it in the academy."

Shaking his head one after another.

It was probably because I was homesick or had a fight with my friends.

He really can't help in this case - his abilities are limited, and the limited help he can provide does not include the character of a close eldest sister.

Just slap your butt and leave! Just making way for homesick children is definitely not a waste of time!

Leave quickly—the squid isn’t worried about anyone jumping into the lake anyway, and the other party doesn’t have that intention...

After walking away, Andrew was in a much happier mood - after careful calculation, he had indeed scared a lot of bastards this school year. Although he quarreled with friends, missed home, had his shoelaces untied, and was bullied by professors, he was a little bit shy. I didn't help much, but the incident stopped me a lot.

As for the one just now, he did his best to help.

Then...

Well, I reconciled with myself, buried the person who lost his nose to death deep in my heart, and then... Well, damn, there is still snake meat that I haven't processed yet!

I don’t know where Percy made an appointment!

Andrew came to his senses and rushed towards the castle with a trot of wine - he had to find someone to ask about Percy's location.

——

"It's so sweet..."

"really."

"How can you make soup from such old snake meat?"

Andrew looked curiously at the proud Nazarov.

"A little bit of magic, a little bit of herbs, and a little bit of thinking, our Hufflepuff cooking magic is not just for show."

"More than that."

Andrew used a spoon to pick up a piece of meat, "It has lived for so long... Really... Although it has nothing to do with melting in the mouth, the taste is no different from normal meat."

"Of course, it's a pity that the materials are limited, otherwise we can make better... A snake that is so thick for a thousand years, and you two only brought back such a small amount of meat... Really..."

Nazarov looked disappointed.

Why don't you two quarrel with Snape! Not to mention bringing back half of it, it would be good to bring back a piece for each of you!

But Andrew and Percy gave him a look that asked why you didn't go.

Negotiate with Snape?

Don't be so mean even if you dislike your credits!

Be content to be able to eat the basilisk. Looking at Professor Snape's appearance, I'm afraid that all the materials are either sealed or boiled into potions, even the meat is not spared.

Andrew rolled his eyes and drank another bowl of soup.

You should learn from Penelope. You see, after Percy brought it over, he just praised the craftsmanship and drank the soup, without saying a word!

——

When Andrew and his friends finished their soup and returned to the castle, some messy rumors appeared.

Because some people had already locked Professor McGonagall's secret Transfiguration spell and sealed it off - everyone saw it being removed.

All kinds of rumors resurfaced.

Treasure theory, decoration theory, suicide theory, conspiracy theory...

These rumors that had finally calmed down came out all at once as the blockade was lifted.

The most important thing was that the innermost bathroom cubicle was permanently locked, which further increased the suspicion of those people - even Andrew knew it was completely sealed off at the dinner table.

'Did the professor do it? '

He didn't know. Anyway, it seemed that ordinary students could not visit Myrtle at will at present - anyway, Myrtle would come out by herself, whether she was sealed or not was the same.

But who knew who was so capable - on that night, all the conspiracy theories were almost unified.

There was no conspiracy or treasure over there, but Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets was opened by Dumbledore.

Well, even these remarks have the real version, saying that there is a terrible basilisk hidden in the secret room, and then it was killed by Dumbledore.

…

Damn, who spread this?

Andrew looked at his roommate curiously, but he couldn't say anything - damn, this group of people knew more than him!

It was not until he went to the office on duty after class the next day that he learned one thing.

When Professor Snape showed Professor Sprout his new potion materials, Hufflepuff students also knew about it, and those students combined with Slytherin people boasted about it and pieced together most of the truth.

As for why it is most of it?

The reason is very simple - it is said that after Dumbledore killed the basilisk, he awarded the basilisk to Slytherin College in order to reward Slytherin students for their seven consecutive championships.

Well... this is the latest information.

It's extremely ridiculous - but Slytherin students have begun to look down on people.

'Let the bullet fly for a while...'

Andrew sighed.

Anyway, officially - to be more precise, there was no announcement from the office, so rumors were spread.

The biggest impact of this incident was detention - probably because the wall was demolished, Filch captured eleven students who tried to break into the female toilet in the middle of the night, and then happily arrested them and put them in detention.

——

"I'm here, Professor Dumbledore."

"Well, sit down, Andrew."

After being baptized by various news, Andrew finally came to Dumbledore's office on Monday.

"What do you want?"

"Lemonade is fine, professor."

As Andrew spoke, he looked at Dumbledore's office with his peripheral vision - he soon found the diary he submitted.

It was now placed at the feet of Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix. From time to time, the feathers that fell brought flames, burning a large piece of the notebook, and then it would return to its original appearance.

'It's not destroyed yet? '

But Andrew was not worried - the venom of the basilisk was in Professor Snape's office, and it would not be difficult for Dumbledore to set a Fiendish Fire.

"I originally planned to have you come earlier, but Riddle's diary was more tempting than I thought. Both the conversation and the opening of the Chamber of Secrets were delayed a lot."

"But it's not a bad thing. I have asked Minerva in detail about your progress. Remember the spell cast on the weekend?"

Spell cast on the weekend?

Andrew remembered-Professor McGonagall routinely assessed his progress in range transfiguration.

"You are more hardworking than I expected. Will there be any problem with the grades of other subjects this year?"

"No, professor."

Andrew was full of confidence-I dare not think about all Os, and there is no pressure to pass all the grades.

This is not the limit. The number of manuscripts is quite considerable at present. In a few days, I can...

Stop, don't think about things related to the Astronomy Tower.

"Learn all types of grass, learn all types of rivers by yourself, and learn all types of common shrubs by yourself..."

Dumbledore muttered a dozen common terrains, "You actually wrote them down and tried them one by one. It's really unexpected..."

? ? ?

Unexpected is not a very good evaluation. Andrew suspected that he had made a mistake.

"That's right, but Minerva is a little too impatient..."

Dumbledore looked at Andrew, "The laboratory is good, you continue to practice, but in the future you must take one hour every day - no, one and a half hours to try to imitate the deformation of the grass beside the Black Lake. Don't slack off."

"Only practice the grass?"

"Just practice the grass, and you have to be as similar as possible. The better."

Dumbledore looked at Andrew, his tone was gentle, but unquestionable.

'What's the difference with the laboratory? '

'More realistic? '

Andrew couldn't be sure - in the reference materials, the degree of reality of those folded animations was only a little bit worse.

"I will, professor."

"Just like that for now, practice, practice hard, and don't stop learning the rest of the range casting."

"No problem, professor!"

Andrew responded loudly.

"Also, this..."

Dumbledore fiddled with a small planetarium from the table.

"Although it only skips a little time in astronomy class, it is still helpful for you."

Hiss...

This is not cheap, and it is much smaller than the expensive ones...

"Go practice first, area casting, don't be lazy, all right, report to Minerva."

--

"It slightly affects the progress of the book, but it's not a big problem..."

"But area casting... no, to be more precise, area transformation..." Andrew held the planetarium carefully, "Both the professor and the headmaster attach so much importance to it, what exactly does this thing hide?"

At present, he can easily make a swamp or beach in a place like the corridor-but it's useless.

Even if Mr. Filch doesn't care about him, the seniors coming and going can spend a little effort to deal with his Transfiguration.

His magic power is not sufficient, and it is too easy for graduates to crack it.

"It should have nothing to do with fighting, is it related to a certain realm?"

"But this is a very serious magic, not something I can think about..."

Andrew, who was confused, finally gave up thinking about this problem and put continuing to hone his skills first on his schedule.

"Continue to practice, as for the grass imitation, I'll do it after class in the afternoon..."

"There is also a planetarium, I'll take it to the professor to report later, I suspect this class is just for selling this thing, but there is no evidence..."

Anyway, if one person buys it, the whole dormitory will benefit from it-no need to watch the stars and record the stars in the cold wind.

The source is reasonable, after all, the most public income on the books is the Galleons given by the Black family, and it would be too extravagant to buy this thing.

"That's about it for today? Well, the Chamber of Secrets was also safe, and the diary is in Dumbledore's hands... There's nothing to do in the castle."

'Reward myself, add three pages of manuscripts today, and then practice normally in the laboratory... Go to occupy the Black Lake area in the afternoon. '