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Chapter 165 Handover
It wasn't until he walked out of the new greenhouse and started his morning run that Andrew finally remembered what he had forgotten.

Ginny Weasley's Intelligence...

He had planned to meet Percy during the summer vacation, but he was so busy on the first day of school that he forgot about it!
I'll just have to find another time.

Because it's just wrong to ask specifically - um, Percy, where is your sister, and how is she doing? Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm just asking, that's all.

Percy, who had just broken his leg during the holidays, would have taken him to the school hospital - not to mention that there were three of Ginny's other brothers...

This number is enough for a small group to fight in Hogwarts...

"It's a big problem, but don't worry. I checked during the holiday. The basilisk is afraid of roosters. When the rooster dies, it will throw dirty water on it..."

It was too easy to find the problem based on the answer. I could just copy a few of the alchemical props I borrowed at the beginning of the school year, and the danger of the basilisk would be almost gone - the key was to find the most dangerous diary.

"I hope she doesn't have the habit of keeping her diary in her dorm room, otherwise I'm afraid my reputation will have to be lowered... huh?"

A little slower.

Distracting while running is a bad habit.

Andrew rushed directly into the lake, but fortunately he stopped in time and did not fall in.

After cleaning off the mud, he began to perform Transfiguration on the water on the clothes, then separated it, allowing the clothes to dry again.

"Fortunately, I studied Transfiguration seriously..."

Andrew sighed and was about to continue running, but something seemed wrong in his eyes. He compared the lake shore with his memory.

"That's not right. I feel like this side is a little longer than usual. It wasn't like this when I ran yesterday... It was at least one meter longer..."

This is not a small amount...

But who is so idle that he would dig a black lake on campus for fun?

Andrew waved his wand and used Transfiguration to manipulate the water on the shore to form a barrier, revealing the wall of the Black Lake - it was obvious that a large piece of land was moved away by magic, and then simply camouflaged with magic, so that when the lake water came over, it would become the new lakeshore.

"This is so cruel! Don't let me catch who did this!"

Andrew cursed, but couldn't figure out who had so much free time to dig in the ground for fun. In the end, he decided to tell Professor McGonagall when he got to the office and then give up thinking about the problem.

-

The morning class is magic.

Professor Flitwick didn't seem to be in a very good mood, but fortunately he didn't have the habit of deducting people's points when he was angry. However, this did not affect Andrew and the others at all.

The passing standard, which was originally easy to achieve, was raised very high by the professor, resulting in many people being unable to complete the set goals until the end of get out of class and being assigned double the homework.

"Who made the professor angry?"

"I do not know…"

Andrew leaned back in his chair, looking exhausted - he had tried to cast the spell many times before he finally achieved the effect the professor required and avoided having to do double the homework.

Today's spell is a color-changing spell - originally three colors would have been enough, but the professor requires a full seven!
Moreover, after he finished, the professor didn't look at him in a very kind way... This really made Andrew a little confused.

But just as they were about to lazily leave the classroom, a senior Gryffindor trotted over.

"Student Andrew, the professor wants you to go to his office."

"OK, thanks."

He had no choice but to give up discussing the matter with his roommates, and trotted to Professor McGonagall's office with his schoolbag on his back.

-

"I'm coming over now. Didn't you get a receipt yesterday?"

"Sent this morning?" Andrew put down his schoolbag and heard the news that the Ministry of Magic would come to pick someone up this morning. He was stunned, but the professor had replied to agree, so he couldn't complain that the professor didn't inform him, right? This was too against the will of heaven.

"The main reason is that Severus hasn't slept for two days and a day, and he asked for leave this morning. I don't plan to recruit a new Slytherin headmaster for the time being."

The professor's jokes were excellent, but it was a pity that Andrew couldn't laugh.

I haven't slept for two days and one night... We should really send him away quickly, otherwise we will really send him away.

"That's it," Professor McGonagall looked at Andrew's clothes, "You just need to watch from the side. The people from the Daily Prophet are here too. Arthur will stand at the main seat during the handover."

Well... definitely, no matter if it's Professor McGonagall or Dumbledore, once they stand over there, they will occupy the main seat, so he has to stand aside during the transfer in the school, as the representative of the school...

"It's just too awkward... But I can't let anyone else go. I've already taken the Galleons..."

"I'll go and notify Severus. You just wait for news in the office. When they arrive, they will send an owl to send a message. Then you will be responsible for bringing them over with Hagrid."

The professor made very careful arrangements and Andrew began to wait in the office.

In less than ten minutes, the letter from the Ministry of Magic arrived in the office. Andrew arranged for an owl to notify the professor, and then he walked quickly towards the place where the carriage landed.

-

"Hello again, Taylor."

Andrew, one of the batsmen who came to pick up the people, looked very familiar - he was the one who led the team to catch people during the last exam.

"Well, nice to see you again, Mr. Perkins."

"What a great discovery, Mr. Weasley, you can lead the team!"

A man with red hair that was even brighter than Percy's appeared. There was no doubt that this person was Arthur Weasley.

“A nostalgic place...”

"cough…"

“Even though I just left, I miss it again.”

'Two Aurors, seven Striker's, a reporter, a photographer, a huge lineup... oh, and two officials from the Ministry of Magic.'

Andrew looked at the whole team of two carriages and sighed.

This was no less powerful than the team that captured Sirius back then - and according to Peter's confession, it was not Sirius's spell that was effective, but his.

As for how to tell the difference between an Auror and a Striker?

So easy…

None of the Aurors were wearing proper formal attire, but the strikers looked very elite...

"This way, Peter Pettigrew is being held in safe custody. Let's go see him first."

"Well, follow the routine procedure and apply the truth serum, then take pictures - although I don't think it's necessary. The fact that he's still alive says a lot."

“It’s not a process, it’s necessary and cautious behavior to prevent mistakes.”

The Aurors seemed difficult to talk to. For some reason, Andrew felt that their words were sharp...

"No interrogation spells allowed."

Another Ministry official frowned in warning.

...

What the hell, what are you doing?
They won’t start a quarrel halfway and let people run away, right?

How come the strikers and officials are all one, the Aurors look unconvinced, and Mr. Weasley - looks like a mascot?
(End of this chapter)