This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

"Going to the library on your first day? That's very Ravenclaw - but I like it."

Kevin put his hands behind his back, ignored Hal who was not sure if it was safe in the distance, and happily picked up the topic.

"I'm afraid it won't work. I have to report today, and we have a new captain this semester. Maybe I can be directly promoted from the substitute to a new team member." Bell looked forward to it. "We have graduated two high school students this semester. Come on grade.”

That was basically stable - Andrew and the others looked at each other, and each knew the other's guess.

But guessing, after all, selection still has to be made, "Then I wish you good luck in advance, Bell."

"Uh-huh."

Bell nodded and ran away. The new captain had just taken office, and he had no intention of leaving a bad impression on the other party.

"That guy Bell," Kevin looked at him from a distance, "How long has it been since we won the Quidditch cup?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen him since I entered the school."

Andrew spread his hands - even if he didn't care much about Quidditch, he knew that his college had never celebrated it.

"I hope there will be improvement this year. I hope the dean can focus on it. Instead of just replacing all the brooms with new ones like Slytherin, we can at least replace them with a version that is not so bad."

Kevin sighed and said, but he didn't have high hopes, "At least give the seeker a change. Senior Moritz, who graduated last year, is an excellent seeker. The broom he uses is a comet! This is simply incredible. It’s so outrageous, Comet!”

"Yeah, comet," even Hughes, who didn't speak much, shook his head - to be honest, this thing surprised Andrew more than the so-called comet.

Seeing Andrew's confused eyes, his two roommates were even more confused. Hughes, who was not good at expressing, was okay, but Kevin's eyes widened.

"Comet, Comet, that's the cheapest broom!"

"Sorry, Kevin."

Andrew spread his hands.

"Really," Kevin lowered his voice, as if the popularization of this matter was embarrassing, "the most common competition broom is the Nimbus, which is the one that Slytherin replaced last year, and the same one that Harry has, that is Professional racing broom.”

"Uh-huh."

Andrew nodded, with a look of agreement. Listening is a good virtue.

"Below the Nimbus is the Sweep series. The quality of the Seven Sweeps is about the same as the Nimbus 2000, but as you know, the Nimbus is more than just the 2000 series."

'You've done that more than once, Kevin. ’

Andrew nodded, indicating that he remembered.

"The next one is the Comet. The cheapest broom is quite inferior in performance. Even this year's new high-end model, the Comet 260, is only about the same as the Nimbus 2001, let alone the 2002."

"I see," Andrew nodded, "So the comet is the worst broom?"

"Absolutely," Kevin nodded, "There are also Thunderbolt series of brooms, but they are too niche and not many people use them in the UK. There are probably only these four series."

"There is another one," Hughes' voice was as low as ever, "the one that was sought after by all the top teams just after it came out."

"Ah, yes," Kevin said with a look of longing, "Randolph Spadmore's custom-made products. This summer, there is a top holiday product in Diagon Alley, the Firebolt!"

He couldn't help but raise his voice a little higher, "That's a Firebolt, a top-notch product with the participation of goblins in its production. It's something even Hogwarts doesn't have!"

He can't even think about it - although Andrew performed well in the flying class, he can only play and perfect the five-star sweep at the moment. He can't control that kind of competition broom.

"Just think about it - broomsticks aren't cheap, especially for competitions."

The broomstick was originally an alchemy product, and with the prefixes of "Elf Production" and "Contest Limited" - well, he probably had to contribute most of the royalties to make it happen, and that would be too worthless.

"Yeah, just think about it," Kevin shook his head, "Let's go, it's better to go to the library and read books honestly. That's what we should consider."

But no - just less than half an hour after Andrew had read, he suddenly saw a strange person.

He was stunned for a moment, and he was not the only one stunned.

Norman Carson, the sixth-year prefect of Ravenclaw, a tall, thin and malnourished guy with freckles on his nose, was standing in front of their table with a smile.

"Andrew," the prefect's face still looked a little excited, "come with me, something good is going to happen!"

The happiness in his mood was not concealed at all. If this place was not far from the entrance of the library, Mrs. Pince might have come to chase people away.

"Huh? Okay."

While packing his schoolbag and entrusting the borrowed books to his roommates, Andrew followed Norman in confusion.

There's nothing you can do - this is a serious superior of your own, and you can't afford to offend him.

Although we don't have much business interaction on weekdays, our prefects are naturally different from those of the other two colleges.

"Something good has happened. Is the dean ready to change the sleeping bag?"

After leaving the library, Andrew joked casually.

The quality of sleeping bags is related to the quality of rest of every Ravenclaw student. Although Andrew has his own exclusive one (he won the first in a single subject), it still does not affect his concern about this.

"I'm afraid I won't have the money this year."

Norman's happiness almost overflowed.

"What are you doing here? Renovating the lounge? But the chairs and sofa are nice."

Andrew couldn't think of why so much money was spent - the money allocated by the school was limited, and the college's small treasury could not be touched or not.

"It's time to change the broom!"

"ah?"

Andrew froze for a moment, then thought about the afternoon conversation.

No, is it so effective?

In the afternoon, we just said that the brooms in the college are not working, so we need to replace the brooms collectively?

Isn't this a little too weird?

And why did you call me to change the broom?

It is absolutely impossible for the college to replace brooms with the school's appropriation - even Andrew would not dare to show this kind of report to Professor McGonagall.

And this kind of tacit understanding is shared by everyone, so there is no need for him to explain it.

So Andrew had to follow Norman silently, all the way towards his dean's office - no matter what, just go and take a look.

Although he didn't know much about Quidditch and only had some basic knowledge about broomsticks, after all, it was a matter of his own academy, so he had to run when he should.

‘Just don’t ask me to go shopping with you. I really can’t do that. Although I do odd jobs every day, I know nothing about the items or the purchasing process, Dean. ’

Andrew thought before entering the office.