This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

August 9th.

When Andrew climbed out of his bed comfortably, he was in a very good mood.

He's been sleeping in the lounge for a week now!

Congratulations, congratulations.

But what's even more gratifying is that today's magic power is growing very rapidly - both in theory and through calming down and carefully perceiving it.

‘Just go to the office for a brief look, then stop studying and keep a good rest. ’

He thought so, and then stretched out comfortably - to celebrate, he rested in bed for two more hours.

When he was still undressed, he saw a small pile of gifts.

But don’t be anxious about this, just take your time.

The first one - well, Hal's.

A large thick notebook, but when opened, it turned out to be cut out newspapers.

The news reported by Andrew yesterday is posted on the latest page.

‘There’s more ahead? ’

He flipped it forward curiously - the previous picture was a discussion about his Iron Armor Curse in Adventurer's Weekly.

The next one is a brief mention of his award in the Daily Prophet at the end of last school year, not even a photo.

The very beginning was the full text of the paper he published.

'I always feel a sense of shame, why do I feel like Lockhart. ’

But there is no doubt that Hal prepared this gift very carefully.

There is also a sticky note.

"I will record it carefully, haha. If I can't make a living in the future, I will write tidbits about you!"

You boy!

Andrew smiled and swore, then put the gift away—put it at the bottom of the box. Oh my god, that’s such a shame.

The next order was a large box of matcha ice cream.

I don’t know what kind of magic was used to keep it warm, but it didn’t even melt when I took it apart.

This belongs to that boy Bell.

Andrew took a big spoonful of it without any ceremony - his craftsmanship was surprisingly good.

But after looking at the label, it’s not surprising. It’s a local specialty…

He asked where in Ravenclaw could such a skilled person come from, especially that guy Bell!

The next package, a specimen, came from Huffman.

'The claws of the scariest monster I ever encountered on my first adventure! ’

This is what the note said.

But Andrew didn't recognize it - he was going to show it to Hagrid later to identify it.

…

There were a lot of gifts and it took me a long time to open them - it was very pleasant.

"The last three."

Andrew opened the first one, this one from Percy.

A book called "How Prefects Gain Power".

? ? ?

I'll never be a prefect, Percy.

Even if the dean got it for me because he couldn't think of it for a while, Professor McGonagall would fight back - the prefects of Ravenclaw are going to work for the dean, and Professor McGonagall won't let them go.

And, power and stuff...

Andrew shook his head and stuffed the book Percy gave him into the most useless box - if anyone else had given it to him, he would have thrown it away as trash.

Next portion.

Andrew opened the package.

Two dozen fine quills - from Dumbledore.

The principal hoped that he could improve his grades on the label, but Andrew looked like Dumbledore wanted him to work more.

'You can't afford to offend me, whatever the principal says will be whatever you say...'

It was the last portion, and Andrew opened it carefully.

'hiss…'

Is this a banned book?

I've heard about it for a long time - at least it's a forbidden book in the world of transfiguration, something that's not even included in the Hogwarts library.

From, Professor McGonagall?

Andrew looked at the note, felt relieved, and put it away.

He will wait until the professor arranges to see it - the ancient and dangerous transfiguration technique, he would not dare to touch it without the professor's instructions.

‘The demolition is complete, let’s go out to work! ’

With a vacation mentality in mind, Andrew walked towards Professor McGonagall's office in small steps.

But unexpectedly, the professor was sitting in the office, flipping through the documents of the past few days.

"Professor, are you back?"

"Well, the negotiation didn't go very smoothly. We stayed for two more days, but we still got a good result."

As Professor McGonagall spoke, she motioned to Andrew to close the door - after all, it was still in the confidentiality stage. Although it had been roughly decided, you had to be careful when it was necessary.

"It's been decided, the time will be next year."

"Are you so anxious?"

"Yes, if it's later than Krum graduates, Karkaroff will go crazy."

The professor was even joking - you could tell she was in a really good mood after the deal was done.

"But I'm afraid I'm going to wrong you."

Professor McGonagall shook her head.

"I?"

"Yes, you," Professor McGonagall looked at Andrew, "the competition is held every four years, but you can't catch up. If it starts next year, you will miss it."

"Next year, you will not be inferior to any student. No, your transformation technique can completely crush them and win the championship easily, but it is too dangerous, too dangerous - you still know how the last Triwizard Tournament ended. Bar?"

"I remember," Andrew answered seriously, "that there was a serious accident."

"Yes, so no one wants minors to participate this time - the selection of the Goblet of Fire is too uncertain. It chooses the students it thinks are the strongest as warriors, but no one can confirm it. Who is chosen?"

'Yeah, unless it's like that who's, yeah, fake Moody, but what's his name? I can’t remember, damn speedrun…’

Seeing that Andrew was silent, Professor McGonagall continued to add.

"I'm not sure if you will become a champion if the age limit is lifted, but if the other junior students, such as Miss Granger or the higher first-year students, are selected, they will be sent to die."

"I understand very well, Professor."

Andrew said seriously.

"This is the first tournament after the restart, and we must ensure that there are no problems. Compared with the possibility of my being selected, I hope that the competition will proceed steadily, which is more beneficial."

"That's the Triwizard Championship trophy."

Professor McGonagall was a little excited when she said it.

"I think if I save time and spend more time on Transfiguration, I can get a Merlin badge or something, Professor."

Andrew joked.

"Fourth grade is still too much, at least fifth grade? No, considering the exam, it's better to study it comprehensively in sixth grade."

Professor, just joking, don't take it seriously!

"Then let's settle it. After confirming this, we can continue the discussion."

"Yes."

"By the way, today is your birthday. Don't work and have a good rest."

"That's what I plan to do, professor."

"Come tomorrow and start your human body transformation course on time. Read the book after you study it - it is forbidden to spread it in any way, including your notes."

The professor added with a serious expression.

"I will keep it safe."

"Well, okay, go down and have a rest. There's nothing else to do."

"I will, professor."

Andrew left and closed the door gently.

'The Three Witnesses', Andrew sighed, "The fourth grade is fighting the seventh grade. The professor overestimates me. I won't get involved."

He set a flag for himself, this is stable!