This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

"I'm out?"

"Who am I?"

In the secluded woods, Peter, with dirty and messy hair, pressed his head with a distorted face.

He couldn't remember, he really couldn't remember, he just felt that he should run away - and then he ran out.

He didn't like that dark place at all, and the inexplicable and illogical curses and hatred of the people around him gave him a headache.

He didn't understand why, and once he started thinking, he would have a headache - the pain had appeared since he opened his eyes in that dark house, and it had been with him until now.

But escaping was easier than he thought. After the group of people and the gray skin began to mess around, he easily turned into a mouse and slipped out.

But then?

What should I do next?

'What to do... No, the grass roots over there look sweet. '

He was a little hungry, so he started to pick up the plants on the ground with his hands and teeth.

After chewing for a long time, he finally satisfied his stomach for a short time. So, he began to think about this problem again.

‘The forest of Albania…’

This place emerged from his mind, and then it could not be dissipated, as if he had thought about that place countless times long ago.

‘But why not? ’

He started to think again, but the pain came again - as if someone had used a lot of tricks on his brain.

This made him give up thinking - and those grass roots didn’t seem to be as filling as he thought. When hunger came, he was stunned for a moment, and his body began to shrink rapidly, and a mouse appeared in the same place.

After turning his eyes a few times, the mouse staggered and began to move.

——

“Here it comes again…”

In the forest of Albania, a shapeless black shadow kept twisting and struggling, but it still couldn’t resist the wisps of black air peeling off from its body.

The possessed snake underground had already lost its life, and collapsed there, without a trace of life.

‘Is it that guy Albus? ’

A terrible thought emerged from his mind, as usual, but this time it could not be dispelled like before.

Because the loss of power became more and more serious, especially this time, there was no sign of stopping.

He had previously felt that it was humiliating enough to live like a ghost in such a humble way, but was even such a way of living a luxury?

‘Last year…’

Unpleasant memories emerged - since he returned from a humble and seriously injured life, he could only stay here half-dead, but it didn’t take long for his power to start to drain, but it soon stopped.

He thought it was an illusion caused by the serious injury, but now it seems that it is definitely a conspiracy of the old man Albus!

That’s right!

The old fox who set a trap in the school and ambushed him, the old guy who used the Philosopher’s Stone as bait!

‘How could you kill me? I am immortal! ’

He tried to gather his few remaining powers and used his lifelong magic skills to fight against this damn curse.

He has resisted for a long time and will never give in!

——

"For freedom and journalism, I will never give in!"

When Andrew went back to class as requested by the professor, the first thing he heard when he entered the greenhouse was Hal talking about love and freedom.

'It's great...campus life, just for this person who lost his nose, he should die completely. 'He silently adjusted his mentality and suppressed the matter, "You're right, Hal, I support your opinion infinitely in terms of concept."

"Also, when I came back just now, I saw the class leader blocking the entrance of the greenhouse."

He added in a low voice, and at the same time, he sped up the processing of the plants in his hand.

"At the door?"

"Yes, at the door, it doesn't look very happy," Andrew dodged the guy who was about to bite him because of discomfort, and stuffed it into the basin, "I hope you didn't say anything terrible."

"I'm done," Hal looked desperate, "Taylor, will you save me?"

'You kid was enough to kill yourself yesterday, and you said something stupid today... It's normal to be hung at the door of the lounge by the prefect...'

Andrew looked at Hal with disdain, "I can't save you, wait for death, we will bring you a blanket."

Although today's emergency seems serious, Dumbledore is there to take care of it, and the information about the Horcrux has been well delivered, so the consequences are not serious, but the angry seventh-year prefect - Hal, you kid, you can only wish yourself good luck.

Ignoring Hal's desperate face, Andrew began to deal with his homework with all his strength, and successfully completed the homework for this class before the end of get out of class.

'It's helpful to run to the greenhouse frequently this year. Even without deliberate training, I'm much faster. '

This rare good news finally made Andrew's deliberately pretended calmness become somewhat real.

He handed in the assignment and received three points from Professor Sprout - "Skillful and quick technique, but still a bit too rough, worthy of praise but not recommended for learning."

"Cool! Taylor, you got twelve points today!"

After class, Andrew received heartfelt praise from the Ravenclaws who were dispersing in groups of three or two.

Everyone's enthusiasm was extremely high - after all, Ravenclaw won the house cup last school year.

This is how the collective sense of honor is accumulated. In the past, a college had always taken that kind of help, especially with unfair means to help, but...

‘Where did I think about it again? I lost my concentration because of those unexpected events today? ’

Fortunately, the brief absence of concentration did not affect everyone's concentration.

Because the prefect really came - Hal was taken away alone, and all the Ravenclaws, not only were not angry at all, but were happy to see it.

There’s big news today!

But no one dared to laugh, everyone held it in, and they started laughing loudly only after the two people disappeared.

"That's right. It would suffocate me to death at home."

"No, I can't cast spells, and I have no friends. The most important thing is that there are only a few books at home, so I can't expand my knowledge."

"Yes, the library is the best. You can read almost all the books you want freely."

…

The conversation between the students on the side finally made Andrew, who spent most of the summer at school, completely calm down from his panic.

Just like Professor McGonagall said - it's time for him to get back to normal.

Learn, make progress, and accumulate strength instead of wasting your mind on things that have already happened but cannot grasp the specific situation.

"Who goes to the library?"

Andrew turned around and looked at his roommates - it was time to return to normal and start studying.