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Chapter 128 Fifteen-day vacation is too long
"See you at my house!"

"no problem!"

"See you!"

"Andrew, we will write to you!"

The roommates said goodbye to each other at the station, and Andrew also left the platform carrying his suitcase - no one knew how many Confusion Spells the Ministry of Magic had cast here, but no one was suspicious of so many people in strange costumes.

But it was none of his business, he wasn't an intern at the Ministry of Magic.

Dragging the suitcase in one hand and holding the rose in the other, Andrew went directly to the station to buy a ticket to return to the orphanage.

During the 15-day holiday, I would just go back to read some books and say hello - of course, a gift from the big city of London is indispensable, preferably something edible like candy or specialties with silly city characteristics printed on them.

I just don’t know where the production location has changed from Yiwu, but it doesn’t matter and no one cares. As long as everyone is happy after receiving it, that’s fine.

So, he spent a little bit of the money he had exchanged from Gringotts by mail, bought a thick stack of slightly more expensive notebooks with special items from London and some miscellaneous snacks, and then struggled to get on the train back home with his suitcase.

Theoretically he could cast a spell to make the box lighter - but the privilege granted by the Ministry of Magic was obviously not meant to be used in this way.

Of course, in order to lighten his burden as much as possible, Andrew released Rose before boarding the train, and then packed the cage with a package - even stuffing in some owl food that was taken out because of the limited capacity of the box.

"Rose, please send this package to my room in the orphanage."

Andrew gave Rose a sincere look.

"Cuckoo!"

Rose nodded vigorously, then left with the package with a determined look.

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"came back?"

"Well, I'm back, Mammy."

Andrew held down the little guy who was about to run away with one hand and kicked him under the butt, then he took out the snacks from the box - when he opened the box, the little guy who had already run two or three steps suddenly braked and turned back.

"How's school?"

"It's more interesting than I thought," Andrew said without any disobedience, "Mammy, where is Mrs. Camille?"

"The dean is upstairs, little Andrew, your school's summer vacation starts quite late."

Not only that, although the holiday is late, I still have early school to start.

"Well, okay, Mammy, my room is still there, right?"

"I was locked up after you left - but when you turn 18, you'll have to find your own way, unless you get into a very good university. Are you sure?"

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"I'm afraid that the Hogwarts diploma won't be recognized by the university. Otherwise, I would be a top student in the Chinese department without memorizing professional terms..."

"I'll try, Mammy."

Andrew tried hard to look like he was working hard, then picked up his bag and prepared to go find Mrs. Camille to get the key.

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"Where's the transcript, Andrew?"

"Here."

Andrew handed it over obediently.

"English A Math A Science B..."

This report card, which includes the grades of his elective courses, is definitely a reflection of Andrew's learning achievements this year - he created this report card using Transfiguration.

"Why is Chinese an elective? Aren't they always Spanish or French?"

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Hal, you are such a jerk, didn't you say there was one? Why are you such a reporter if you are making it up?
“Our school is special.”

Andrew had to try hard to explain with a smile.

"Well, your major is fine, keep it up."

Mrs. Camille compared the printed font with the school's seal and nodded with satisfaction - this one is the most authentic one, and Andrew will see it almost every day in the second half of the year...

"Go back to your room. Your room will always be reserved."

Mrs. Camille handed him the key. Andrew, who had passed the test, returned to his room happily and found Qiangwei, who had been standing outside the window with a dissatisfied look on her face.

"Well done, Rose."

Andrew looked at the deceived bird with a look of relief, soothed it, prepared owl food, and opened the cage so that the bird could stay in - he would not close the cage door anyway.

The bed sheets smelled - they hadn't been changed in a while.

This still couldn't be fixed by cleaning it anew, so he needed to ask the nanny to get a new one, but he simply cleaned the dust on the ground with magic.

Drying the bedding, greeting the people he was close to, distributing snacks and gifts, and pretending to clean the house - these trivial tasks took up Andrew's entire day. "Poke..."

It was not until the evening that Andrew had some free time to play with Rose - but the owl was obviously not very satisfied and kept biting his finger that tried to poke its forehead.

"I'm going to start studying tomorrow, but I also promised those kids to go to the movies this afternoon..."

"I have to find time to write an article about exchanging for pounds... I don't want to go to Gringotts to exchange money... Although I can do it by mail, I always feel that exchanging Galleons for pounds is too much of a loss."

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Read books and take the kids to the movies.

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Read a book, take the kid fishing - secretly use a little magic to increase the probability of fish taking the bait.

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Read books and do experiments in the afternoon...

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Reading books and leading the kids to clean up, the results are terrible...

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Read the book, cast the spell, and it turned out to be very effective.

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After beating up the little brat who tried to break into the room, I can now write in peace.

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I submitted the article and because I used my old pen name, I quickly received a response and a sum of money, which I left for Mama.

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Reply to roommates, read books, and do experiments.

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"Well, you said your professor wants to take you to do holiday practice?"

Mrs. Camille looked at Andrew suspiciously, hesitated for a moment, picked up his right hand and looked at it, and the suspicion disappeared.

"Left hand, Andrew."

"what?"

Andrew stretched out his left hand with a puzzled look. Mrs. Camille looked at him and walked to the utility room without saying a word. Then, she took a small blade and gestured with Andrew's hand.

"Well, it doesn't seem like..."

Mrs. Camille muttered to herself and took out a camera to compare it with Andrew's hand.

"Well, it doesn't look like it."

"Hold a pen."

A pen was held in Andrew's hand, and then at her request, Andrew wrote a line.

"Your handwriting has improved a lot, but why is your pen grip even more awkward than before?"

"Our school is more retro and uses quill pens."

Since paper and pen were not too confidential, Andrew took one out from his room and performed it on the spot.

“It’s not counterfeiting, right?”

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Sorry ma'am, the transcripts are all fake...

Andrew suppressed his conscience and said, "No, we are all studying normally!"

"That's good. Don't learn bad things. Stealing and cheating are not allowed!"

Mrs. Camille nodded in satisfaction, "Then go and do an internship with the professor - does the internship include food and accommodation?"

"Both, and a small subsidy."

"That's good. Work hard with the professor. Don't be lazy. When something happens, rush to do it, but don't let yourself be bullied. Next time the professor needs you, don't delay coming back for so long. Work harder and study well!"

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It's only been fifteen days, ma'am! I've only been back two weeks!

(End of this chapter)