This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 111 Are you kidding?

"Nice new dress, Andrew."

Huffman spoke in a low voice, but even without looking at his somewhat nasty smile, Andrew could hear the malice in his voice alone.

To be honest - this robe is really ugly, but I have to wear it.

Andrew would rather Professor McGonagall let him buy the clothes at his own expense rather than using the school's public account - but he didn't get the clothes sent by owl until the afternoon of the reception, and it was too late to mail-order new ones.

Moreover, even if he made a brand new one, the professor would probably not allow him to wear his favorite clothes - after all, this was a rather formal reception.

Although people from the Examinations Authority come here every year, this is a five-year judgment that Hogwarts students cannot repeat, and there is no room for any missteps.

After taking a few deep breaths, Andrew used the wizard's aesthetic to deceive himself and made himself stay obediently in this outfit that made him look like a teenager pretending to be old-fashioned.

The shoulders were deliberately made high, the matching shoes were padded, and the sleeves were tight - in short, it made him feel uncomfortable.

If he were wearing regular clothes, Andrew wouldn't mind giving Huffman a good elbow, but this wouldn't work.

Kicking or stepping on it would not work either - it would dirty his robes, and he had not yet mastered the cleaning skills to the point where he could clean them. If it were him, he would definitely threaten his day's work with the shoe prints, so he would not bet that Huffman hadn't expected it.

The two of them are not just mascots among the reception staff, but are responsible for doing things - during the two-week exam week, they are responsible for communicating with the examiner team and providing necessary services.

The management arranges for house-elves to handle food and accommodation issues (Andrew finally found out where the kitchen is), provides necessary assistance during exams (arrangement of exam room layout, recording and reporting of cheaters, coordinating with the school to confirm the security of exam papers, providing necessary exam room repair services, acting as a buffer between professors and examiners, etc.), pays attention to emergencies in the exam room, and the basically unused function of leading the way.

Professor McGonagall even gave them temporary portrait correspondence rights (which made Andrew once again determined that he had to hide from the painting no matter what he did), as well as the right to ask for leave from class at any time during the past half month - of course, mainly for Andrew.

"It was indeed the right decision to stop publishing. I can't say I worked overtime during this half month... I was basically skipping school and working part-time..."

He and Huffman stood at the end of the line, along with Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, to greet the examiner.

Ok?
Something seems wrong...but looking at Professor McGonagall's expression.

The Thestrals cut through the sky and quickly landed the carriage at a fixed place. With Hagrid being the first to get off the carriage, the examiner team began to appear in front of Andrew one after another.

The last witch to come out was not tall - she even had a hunchback, and her weathered face was covered with spider-web-like wrinkles.

"Ms. Marchbank."

Andrew heard Huffman whispering, "It is said that she is Dumbledore's examiner."

"No need to say it, it is true, the information is written like that - the editor gave it so it should be true."

Having read the other party's information, Andrew was not surprised at all when Dumbledore bowed and greeted him kindly - this person was indeed Dumbledore's teacher.

"It's been good, Albus, and you too."

Even though Andrew and the others were standing at the back of the team, they could still clearly hear Professor Marchbank's words - it wasn't that the witch was impolite, but that she was very enthusiastic.

"Yeah, I've read it. It's a very good memoir. I was saying that for a young man like you, there must be some extraordinary experiences in it..."

……

Could you please stop talking, Professor?
This was the first time that Andrew thought Dumbledore might kill him. "Ha, I scared you... I'm not confused. The Elder Wand is definitely fake, but the Time Turner is not necessarily fake. You must have met Gryffindor, otherwise how could you create a miracle in your fifth year?"

...

"Writing a book is good. I plan to write a book, too. Well, books are reflections on the past and expectations for the future. That's great. I want future students to know how those bright stars in the history of magic were lit..."

...

Andrew felt that he wanted this extremely happy examiner to change the subject more than Dumbledore did.

It will kill people, professor. You are the professor of our whole school, okay?
Let’s change the subject…

He didn't expect that this old lady of such age would like reading magazines so much.

...

"They should have asked me. The fact that you crushed the OWLs exams is not impressive enough - there is no such thing as a simple miracle..."

Ah? ? ?
As he was approaching the castle, Andrew, who had been praying silently to the gods and Buddhas, heard something remarkable.

His eyes unconsciously drifted towards Dumbledore who was walking in front - not only him, but Huffman next to him had an even stranger look in his eyes.

No, that book was oriented towards a fairy tale, the Elder Wand even appeared, and the fact that the student beat everyone else in the school in exams made it a classic. But the examiner who had experienced it personally said that the description was not grand enough?

[Dumbledore waved his wand - or rather, the wand waved itself. In just a moment, the entire examination room turned into a narrow igloo covered with snow. The ceiling seemed to have disappeared, and only snowflakes were falling in the darkness.

The seats, walls, and all the original decorations in the room disappeared without a trace under a transformation spell. People seemed to be transferred by some magic to a wilderness with a blizzard, relying on that simple igloo to keep out the cold and keep warm.

The fire, shining through the ice bricks, pressed down hard, making people feel through the suffocating night...

A few snowflakes were blown by the wind and hit the examiner's face. A cool feeling came over him, and a slight sense of moisture appeared...】

Andrew still remembers how he described Dumbledore's Transfiguration - the materials claimed that Dumbledore performed miracles, so he went beyond his own Transfiguration textbooks and materials and wrote directly according to his fantasy.

But isn’t that enough?
Andrew looked at Professor Dumbledore from afar, smiling and responding to Professor Marchbank, and then wondered if he could reach the realm he described...

"You must be kidding, how could it be possible..."

He even muttered it out loud accidentally.

"Shh..."

Huffman gestured to bring Andrew back to his senses.

"Is it really possible to do such a scene?"

Turning truth into falsehood…changing the world in an instant?
Is this the extent of illusion?
"I can do that, too, right?"

His hand unconsciously rested on the wand - it felt warm.

(End of this chapter)