This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 162 The Liar Who Will Never Betray

"Area casting."

Andrew used his wand to move the tables and chairs away, making a small space, then he took apart the old cushions in his backpack and used magic to spread the cotton inside unevenly on the ground.

According to the professor's advice yesterday, he'd better try to cast the spell within the range he imagined first, and then compare it with the data to see where his mistakes were and what caused his spell to fail.

"The professor said that my basic knowledge has reached a certain level, so I can try some mild spells, but I still need to report any new explorations..."

"A completely new area... Can you cast spells in the range of your imagination?"

Andrew stared at the cotton that he had torn all over the ground, thinking about how to break the deadlock.

If he was casting a spell on a pile of cotton, it would be enough to treat them as a whole. Even the looseness in front of him, he could force himself to treat it as a whole to cast the spell, but that had nothing to do with range casting.

"Range..."

Are the tiles repeatable?
The deformed templates are then spread out piece by piece, just like the early computer wallpapers?

But that was too tiring - it would be fine for a small piece of land, but if it were an area as big as an auditorium, Andrew estimated that he would be so tired that he would feel dizzy when he climbed down after finishing the spell.

And how to spread out the template is also a problem.

Is that the same cast for multiple targets?

This is even more outrageous...

This was easy. Andrew tried it a bit and found that it was extremely difficult to transform two beings at the same time. If he was distracted for a moment, the spell would fail. More than one? That was out of the question.

"None of them are right... Maybe cotton is not a suitable object for practice. Even if I try hard to distinguish them, my subconscious mind still thinks they are a torn whole..."

He hesitated for a moment, then used Transfiguration to collect the cotton as a whole, stuffed it into an old cushion, and walked towards the kitchen.

About five or six minutes later, he came out with a can of dried beans and found an empty classroom again.

"Beans are definitely easier to cast spells on than cotton, and they give you a much better sense of spacing than cotton."

He continued to clear the space, spread the beans, and began to experiment.

Having learned his lesson, he now did not try to transform all of them, but instead tried to use the simplest spell to simultaneously control the beans spread on the ground.

And the simplest spell - well, the levitation spell.

Andrew had been trained to see them as a whole, but what he had to do now was to separate them from the whole.

This was a bit difficult, but after more than half an hour of trying, Andrew successfully divided the whole bunch of peas into several small groups and made them float.

"As expected, it's still a matter of careful examination, right?"

Although the peas floated quite unstably and even collided with each other occasionally due to improper manipulation, Andrew knew clearly that they were scattered and controlled.

"Andrew?"

A sound was heard, and the peas that were struggling to stay afloat suddenly lost control and fell down one by one, making a bunch of messy noises when they hit the ground.

Andrew turned his head and saw Percy looking at him in surprise.

"Dumbledore is giving you some special treatment!"

Percy said confidently, "The advanced technique of the levitation spell is the multiple levitation spell! That's what I guessed!"

Where does the high-end technique of the Levitation Spell come from? This is just my way of practicing regional deformation. If you really have no direction, go read the materials to find out. This is a new method given by the professor. But Percy obviously didn't believe it. "Don't say it. I know you must have a need for confidentiality. I understand it myself. It's none of your business."

Ridiculous... a levitation spell, er...

Well, Andrew, who lacks confidence, has no choice but to accept your words...

"Okay," he could only spread his hands, "Let's forget about Pea for now. You didn't come to call me to make room for a date, did you?"

"If necessary, yes," Percy grinned, "but right now the professor wants to see you, so you need to go to the office."

"Huh? Okay, I'll go right away, help me clean up the room, and the beans. Well, I need it now."

Andrew shrugged and patted Percy on the upper arm, "Come on, return the beans to me tomorrow."

Ignoring Percy's impolite gesture, Andrew walked quickly towards Professor McGonagall's office - it was strange, the letter had already been delivered, what else was there that was so urgent?
With doubts, he knocked on Professor McGonagall's office door.

……

"A receipt from the Ministry of Magic?"

"Yes, the receipt. It's faster than I thought." Professor McGonagall handed the receipt to Andrew. "Please read it first, Taylor."

In less than three minutes, Andrew's eyes widened.

"Are you kidding, Professor?"

"No kidding, this is how it is."

"Really... a liar who will never change his mind..."

Andrew sighed, there are really capable people in the Ministry of Magic.

Well, in the Ministry of Magic's version of the story, upon hearing that his son had committed such a serious crime, Arthur Weasley contacted the school and decided to break his legs himself.

What happened next was simple - he took a leave of absence and came to school, and with the help of the striker, he successfully captured his own son and the mouse, as well as the threatened Harry.

Finally, Mr. Arthur, who discovered that his son was under the Imperius Curse, successfully discovered the caster Banban with the help of the school, and disrupted the conspiracy to get the two expelled.

He even had a motive for the crime - Harry's excellence had caused many people to begin to notice his existence, so for safety's sake and to avenge the boy who survived, he deliberately planned the case.

If Andrew hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have doubted whether it was true.

A Ministry of Magic employee who sacrifices his own family for the sake of justice uncovers a bizarre case - and Peter Pettigrew is so gimmicky that it's hard to ignore the other details.

As for the Ministry of Magic? The Minister personally commended this brave father and reopened this injustice that happened during the Barty Crouch era - what's the problem?

"That's a very clever technique. Is that how it is done?"

"Well, let's do it this way. Everyone is fine with it. The main thing is to inform you."

Andrew's credit for catching the man was taken away from him, but he didn't care about that. The Ministry of Magic would at most give him some Galleons - that would only make Deng suffer, ahem...

All in all, it’s good enough for the professors and the principal to know.

"Well, just reply like this, and it will be published in tomorrow's Daily Prophet, or maybe even the evening paper. By the way, after you reply, go to Albus' office and inform him of the news."

Notify the principal?
This kind of thing...can't we use an owl?
Although it seems to be of a high level, there is no need to keep it so secret, right?
But it was not a big deal. Andrew nodded, sat down in his seat and started writing his reply.

(End of this chapter)