This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 12: Knowing clearly that there are tigers in the mountains, traveling to the tiger mountains instead

"I hope this month's manuscript will not be altered."

Andrew carefully tied the manuscript to the owl's leg, saying goodbye to his roses as if he were saying goodbye to a bomb. (This owl pecked at a bunch of blooming roses to catch mice, but after Andrew scolded it for a long time, it actually accepted the name.)
However, Andrew knew that he had no choice.

He insisted on refusing to accept readers' letters forwarded by the editorial department, and also refused to change the name of the protagonist. Anyway, the protagonist of the manuscript he submitted was Gryffindor. If something unexpected happened, it would be better to ask the second author to take the blame - although this was idealistic, at this point, he could only guarantee this independence.

Fortunately, the people at Magic Legend magazine are quite good at jumping back and forth on the line of self-destruction. Judging from the magazines Andrew secretly bought, both the degree of localization and grammar have been corrected very well.

This would make him feel at ease - no way.

The manuscript that had just been delivered was for the September issue, and the number nine meant that Hogwarts was about to start school.

According to the publication convention of issue 7, he was already at Hogwarts by then.

Well, it was quite a pleasant surprise to see the release of the headmaster's autobiography written by me at Hogwarts...

Thinking of this, going to Hogwarts is not so worth celebrating anymore.

Fortunately, he had submitted the manuscript before the deadline. He didn't want the editor to Apparate with a magic wand and urge him to submit the manuscript when the deadline was approaching. If that happened, all the cutting measures would be useless...

After packing my luggage and saying goodbye to the people in the hospital, time quickly came to August 31st.

Although he could theoretically take the same train to transfer, Andrew still boarded the same train to London in the afternoon - in this day and age, anyone who believes that the train will not be late is a fool...

Just as he expected, the train arrived in London in the morning and Platform 9 and 3/4 opened early.

When Andrew, who had been on the train all night, entered the platform yawning, the train had just begun to be cleaned.

After politely greeting everyone, Andrew found a box that was neither good nor bad, took out a blanket from his suitcase, wrapped himself in it, and fell into a sound sleep.

He had studied it when he got the ticket. It was a special car and there were no fixed seats. He would be letting himself down if he didn't get there early to grab a good seat - he didn't need any pick-up or anything like that anyway.

He was not awakened until he heard unusual movement outside the compartment. He looked at his watch and found that it was already half past nine. Looking out of the window, he saw parents and students already starting to enter the platform one after another.

Placing the box next to the bunk, with the blanket draped over it to show that it was occupied, Andrew began to search the carriage for a cart.

Even if he was caught going to Hogwarts, he had to taste the delicious food first - but whether in the orphanage or in the Leaky Cauldron, he failed after brave attempts.

Fortunately, the variety of food on the cart was quite rich, giving him ample opportunity to try and make mistakes. With the attitude that it would be a pity if he didn't try them and was exposed, he decisively bought some of each and asked about the cart's route so that he could restock his stocks.

To Andrew's surprise, when he returned, the box was already occupied by someone from the senior year.

Logically speaking, the box he found was not the best one, but there should be other good seats at this point.

"Hello, I'm a freshman," Andrew put down his food and took the initiative to extend his hand. Judging from the decoration on his wizard robe, the other party was from Hufflepuff College and his attitude would not be too bad. "My name is Andrew, Andrew Taylor."

"Hello Andrew," the other party shook Andrew's hand, "My name is Cice, Cice Will, Hufflepuff, third year student."

"Want some snacks?"

Andrew pushed the pile of snacks on the table to the middle. "I come from the Muggle world, and this is the first time I've seen these snacks." "Then you've found a good thing," Cisse confirmed that Andrew had no politeness on his face, and reached out to grab the chocolate frog. "Without a doubt, the chocolate frog is the most recommended snack."

"Watch carefully, you have to tear it open like this so as not to damage the cards inside - they are hard currency among students."

"Oh, no," Cisse showed the card to Andrew, "It's Dumbledore."

This pentagonal card successfully scared Andrew. He also tore open a pack, and then his heart skipped a beat - the scene he had just seen came to mind.

"This is a card that has no meaning in exchange..."

Xisai handed the card over. "You have to learn to collect cards. Slightly rarer cards can cover a paper. If it's the rarest ones, it can even cover half a month's homework."

……

It sounds no different from an ordinary elementary school student collecting Water Margin cards...

"You can try strange-tasting beans when you have time, but don't mix them with other foods. If you encounter earwax-flavored beans, it will completely ruin the food."

"Licorice wands aren't a good choice. I'd say they should get a new batch of candy from Honeydukes."

"Pot cakes are good for filling your stomach, and pumpkin pie is also good - but that's it, don't eat too much. The dinner at Hogwarts is more delicious than you think, although it's not as good as our school."

Cisse casually bit into a piece of multi-flavored bean and commented on it, then spontaneously began to educate Andrew.

"After the third year, you can go to Hogsmeade. The quality of the snacks there will be much better. If you want to take a step back, you can also use owl mail order, which is also a little trick to stock up on snacks."

"If you miss the meal, you can try to go to the kitchen. The house elves in the kitchen can basically provide delicious food at any time."

“Just pay attention to oil painting…”

"Speaking of paintings, that knight painting is really outrageous. I passed by it several times and..."

...

Perhaps because he had started talking, Cisse revealed a lot of information until someone came to call him.

"Don't share a box with the freshmen. The prefects have said that they should let them communicate with each other when they enter the school, especially about the issue of house sorting!"

The boy who came in to call people was also wearing Hufflepuff clothes, and he was smiling when he reminded people. After hearing the reminder, Cisse was stunned for a moment, patted his head, and said goodbye in a hurry. He left without even taking the two bags of chocolate frogs Andrew gave him.

“There is still this ban?”

But it was not a big problem, as a group of young first-year boys soon squeezed into the box.

Andrew recognized it even before they were introduced - it was so easy. Although he tried hard to act like a freshman, he couldn't show the silly temperament of wanting to poke everything with his magic wand.

(End of this chapter)