This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

Filling the land is not an easy job. Although it is only the most basic land, Andrew is not good at using magic to create permanent soil out of thin air.

It collapsed after one year of filling it up. What kind of shoddy project is that? But he doesn't need to fill it up, but just restore it to its original state.

As he shouted to get out of the way, Percy and Hagrid began to retreat rapidly, and Andrew himself began to use Transfiguration to release the magic that compacted the land.

As the spell took effect, the originally solid and deep land began to gradually dissipate, and the compacted soil broke into sand-like existence, and began to flow slowly under the effect of the spell, like a pool of heated asphalt.

In the flow and boiling, these black and gray substances began to expand, and the sunken deep pit seemed to become a boiling pot.

'It's not as difficult as imagined...'

Andrew carefully mobilized the things in front of him to dispel the messy magic - after the messy forces that interfered with the soil disappeared, he only needed to withdraw his Transfiguration to restore the soil to its original state.

‘Almost done…’

He withdrew his wand, and the boiling feeling began to gradually dissipate. The powdery soil even made this place seem higher than the surrounding flat land.

“Percy, help me, collect the snow around and press it on top. Pressing the soil can also bring some messy seeds…”

Andrew sighed and shouted at Percy loudly - he had limited energy, and this range of transfiguration would have to be released many times, so he couldn't continue.

“Merlin's socks, Andrew, your transfiguration…”

Percy looked at Andrew in surprise, and began to use magic to collect the surrounding snow, piled it thickly on the large mound that looked a bit bulging, and easily pressed the latter down a lot.

"It's just that I practiced too much," Andrew checked his work, "It's done perfectly, next... we'll consider the wood later..."

"Practice a lot? Are you kidding? I've worked hard on Transfiguration, and that's not something that can be developed by just practicing a lot."

"You've also invested a lot of time in other subjects," Andrew laughed--he wasn't lying, he really couldn't say it, if he didn't say it, at least there would be some hope, if he said it, Percy would wait until graduation to slowly study it in depth.

"Mysterious, but it's true, I don't have your courage..."

What's the difference between not getting an O and failing a course! He didn't dare to learn to allocate time like Taylor!

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After the last pile of snow was done, the three people and the dog began to walk in the next direction--the two families had done this kind of threatening fighting area, so they were busy today.

"By the way, Andrew," Percy still didn't give up, "what do you think of magic?"

"How can I think of it? A creative force."

Andrew casually took down a branch that still felt a bit alive, and answered casually, "Although creation is dozens of times more difficult than destruction, I still like creation and change - of course, I think this has something to do with my ease in learning Transfiguration."

"Some?" Percy rolled his eyes, "Okay, let's not talk about this unacceptable fact for now. If your talent is in magic, what do you think you would do?"

"That's probably to study magic and summarize the reasons why they work, and then study new magic - probably production and construction spells like Clear Water Like a Spring or Bubble Head Curse. Maybe it's my personal reason. I think they have greater potential."

"Ah?"

Both Percy and Hagrid were stunned. They looked at Andrew almost at the same time, "Are you serious?"

"Of course," Andrew nodded, "There is no doubt that although the evil curse is a classic, no matter how it changes, it is a very low-fatal damage spell. The upper limit is there. The killing spell is nothing more than a slightly effective attack. The non-lethal ones are not lethal, and the lethal ones are no match for Avada... That's it..."

"That's Avada Kedavra!"

"Yes, Avada Kedavra, but doesn't the advanced black magic still kill people? There is nothing surprising... In terms of killing efficiency, it is even more... Very powerful and amazing, but that's it..."

This spell can be called a magic weapon for bullying weaklings, and it is also a wizard-only version, but it is not a sure kill - otherwise Dumbledore would have been defeated by Voldemort long ago.

It is famous for its absolute malice and great destructiveness. Of course, the user also plays a big role, but compared to it, Andrew knows a more powerful, more terrifying and more efficient existence.

"Even if everyone in Hogwarts learned Avada, lunch wouldn't be any better..."

He had never practiced the Killing Curse, and didn't know how to compare the two, but he really didn't like studying this, huh?

"Ah, yes, that's not right, I'm too one-sided in this regard. Without the protection of the power of destruction, any change is fake... I'm too arrogant..."

Andrew was stunned for a moment, and finally denied his previous opinion - and began to think about whether he was too arrogant some time ago.

Gradually mastering the power of Transfiguration, starting to study changes, and studying alchemy, this is good, and it can even be said that it can't be better - but Hogwarts is not as safe as he thought.

'I'm a little bit behind in mastering my own power... I haven't even thought about using Transfiguration to protect my safety. My fighting methods are just some applications of Transfiguration, and I can only be regarded as a little knowledge of spells...'

"What are you talking about?" Percy patted Andrew's shoulder, "I'm just asking you for your opinion on magic. One moment you turn to Avada, and the next moment you deny yourself. I think you are I've been in the library for too long and haven't paid much attention to the outside world..."

"That makes sense..."

Andrew nodded, put aside those messy thoughts, and began to follow Hagrid and the others to deal with the messy traps in the Forbidden Forest.

Probably because he was familiar with the road, the speed behind him was much faster - but he finally saw the horseman halfway through the process.

"Hagrid, you guys? Huh?"

A tall centaur trotted over and watched in surprise as Andrew repaired the entire pit. "This is the boundary of the territory, Hagrid!"

"This is the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts. Your hunting ground is large enough, and these messy pits will affect the entire forest."

"It started the war first!"

The Hoosiers seemed intent on adding something, but ultimately gave up - whether it was interception patching or persuasion.

‘It’s not just a life-or-death fight… just hiding it from Hagrid? ’

Andrew felt something was wrong, but he couldn't help it - who could stop the territorial conflict?

Besides, they already respect Hagrid enough...

'Go back and report to the professor... I will practice with the wood later and I will drag Hagrid with me... I guess this is the time, I will not be able to come to the Forbidden Forest during this period...'