This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

One sentence of truth is preached, and thousands of false ones are preached.

Legilimency, which Dumbledore personally controlled, was so powerful - so powerful that Andrew didn't need any speculation or any adjustment, he just had to move all his spell-casting movements closer to the direction of Dumbledore's spell-casting.

He couldn't fault it at all, or in other words, there probably weren't many people in the entire magical world who could fault it.

The price is just a bit high, and the harvest will be severely reduced.

Copying a standard answer instead of modifying it a little by yourself will directly lose the insights brought by modifying the spell actions and the understanding of the failure. It is equivalent to forcibly learning new skills without any changes in the knowledge accumulation at the magic level. Legilimency.

But this standard action is also a new level of accumulation. The other magic spells also have templates to refer to when perfecting them, so it is difficult to distinguish which one has the greatest harvest.

But it's not a big problem, it's enough that he has mastered Legilimency.

As for the office documents, there was nothing new at the back, just some financial calculations, stocking up for the new semester, and inspection of campus measures. He patiently checked them one by one and approved them. Anyway, it was similar to the work he did in the office. He was very familiar.

He had never seen Hagrid's appointment as professor again, and he didn't know what Dumbledore's opinion was, but judging from the thicker documents on the table, Dumbledore probably didn't think he was unreliable.

'It's just that it's not good to be too trusting, right...'

Andrew twitched his lips, and finally got the files to a small pile at dusk.

But the doorbell rang.

"Please come in."

He put down his quill and took the opportunity to stretch himself. "Dumbledore is not here. If you have any personal matters, you can come back another day. If you want to put the documents on the table, they will be dealt with as soon as possible."

"Dumbledore, I'm still a little nervous...am I really...ah?"

The true meaning of the giant's high voice was recognized by Andrew - he never thought that Hagrid's voice could be used as a weapon.

If he hadn't cast a bubble spell on himself in time, he would have been really happy.

"Keep calm, Professor Hagrid. There are no enemies here."

He persuaded Hagrid, who could even see his face visibly blushing at this moment.

"Professor Hagrid? Um, you, you know? Classmate Andrew?"

Hagrid stammered, but soon realized that there was nothing strange about this, "Yes, that's right, you must know that the documents here...ah, okay, I am a little nervous, after all, the professor is This thing is really, really outrageous, I can actually be a professor, really, really.”

"Relax, Hagrid. There will be professors to teach you. The old professor will be re-employed for one year. You will be led by the old professor to become an excellent professor in this year. Even if you don't believe in yourself, you have to believe in our Kate." Professor Erburn,"

Obviously, Hagrid believed in the old professor very much, "Ah, yes, the old professor can definitely do it. He is so powerful. I can do it. I can also learn as well as Black."

Obviously, Sirius's success as a professor gave Hagrid great encouragement - it doesn't matter if it was almost the same at first, the experienced professors will definitely be able to come up with a solution!

"I didn't expect Dumbledore's method. He is indeed the best."

"certainly!"

Andrew's tone was as if nothing had anything to do with him, "That's Dumbledore!"

"Yeah, that's Dumbledore!"

Hagrid looked proud, but soon turned a bit bitter, "But I have actually prepared the book. I just don't know if the old professor is willing."

"Let's use the old textbooks first. After all, this is an internship. Of course, it would be better if the old professor is willing to review and approve the new textbooks."

"That's right!"

Hagrid was so motivated that he ran out of the principal's office without even bothering to say hello to Andrew.

‘Very good. Anyway, I won’t take the blame for the internship. It was Dumbledore who forced me! ’

‘Next, it’s time to practice Legilimency. This time it’s definitely a big success! ’

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"You're really not a liar?"

"At least he's a rich liar, and that boy Potter doesn't have to come back to be an eyesore."

"But what if someone finds out? Let people know what connection we have with those weird, weird guys?"

Harry's aunt and uncle were biting their ears - Harry himself returned here a few days ago, but he did not come back to live. Instead, he stayed with a strange man.

This is really strange, but the other party paid a large amount of living expenses - which made them ignore it.

But only temporarily ignored.

When greed was satisfied, family affection and responsibility emerged - although they disliked Harry in every possible way, they really allowed him to receive an education and grow up.

Therefore, they occasionally cared about whether Harry had been deceived and whether the man was a bad person. Petunia even occasionally had the urge to write a letter to Dumbledore, but she gave up in the end.

On the other side, the strange two people were looking at each other desperately for today's meal.

The streets here are not that high-end, so takeaways are limited, and now I'm tired of eating.

There aren't many chefs in the whole of Britain who can surpass the House Elves - French cuisine aside.

"How about we stay for a while and return to school early after meeting Dumbledore's request?"

Sirius said words that he would never have said when he was studying.

If he were reading, he would suspect that there was something wrong with his mind—either he was cursed or hit by a spell.

But now that he was more aware of his cooking skills and the lack of food in the Muggle world, he decided not to be so insistent.

"Stay a little longer?"

Harry was a little hesitant - the game console was here and Ron hadn't come yet, but the food was really...

How can I put it, things are better over there than here, at least we can still eat family meals.

The elf food is really missed.

However, Hogwarts has no electricity - okay, there are lights this year, but game consoles are absolutely impossible, and going back to school is really the same as not having a holiday.

But the hoot of an owl interrupted them.

Sirius saw a strange letter with doubtful eyes.

Then he showed it to Harry.

"We have to go back. Professor Binns wants me to study hard during the holidays. I must thoroughly master the test points before school starts. After all, the fifth grade will be in my hands."

Sirius looked serious, "I must be responsible."

"Okay, let's go back together. We are probably the first teacher-student team to return to school this year!"

Harry nodded, "But how do you calculate the spell time..."

"Professor Binns will help with the test. He probably knows this ancient curse. It's good for us to go there. If it's not enough, come back. I'll come back with you with the information. It's not like I'm returning to school permanently - there's still your game console here. Woolen cloth."