This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 191 Give Me a Sausage and Bean Stew
"What's going on, Andrew?"

Percy nearly rushed over when Andrew knocked on the office door - if Professor McGonagall hadn't been there, he would have completely lost his composure.

"So, the professor kept Percy here? No, it should be Percy who stayed here on his own. He is more mature and knows that going there at this time will only cause more trouble... Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that Dumbledore or Professor McGonagall talked him into it..."

However, there is no need for analysis now... the culprit has been firmly in our hands.

"Fortunately, we have accomplished our mission... They are all safe." After saying what Percy was most concerned about, Andrew showed what he had in his hand, "We finally found this... A diary that is said to be able to chat with people..."

"Chatting with people?"

Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment. "Chatting with people? Magical props of this level are rare even in Hogwarts. Even if it is a magic portrait made by the person himself, it requires a very high level of magic... Uh, Taylor, why is there such a thing?"

In addition to the tattered diary, there were three perfectly roasted sweet potatoes on the table.

No doubt this is what Professor McGonagall was referring to...

"Damn it, I was so anxious to get rid of the hot potato that I forgot about the sweet potato..."

Andrew then came to his senses - he felt that it was not his fault.

Not everyone has a heart as big as the twins, who brought over the most evil being in the wizarding world wrapped in a sweet potato - he was only concerned with getting this hot potato to the right person as quickly as possible.

"It's hard to explain, professor," Andrew tried not to look at the three sweet potatoes and laugh, "but I have to say that they came with this diary - of course, in theory, they are also my dinner..."

Professor McGonagall's face showed an emotion that Andrew couldn't read. She finally sighed, then used her wand to make the diary fly over. The baked sweet potatoes rolled on the table, and Percy picked up one of them.

"I'm just hungry, Andrew."

Percy quickly hid aside with the sweet potato - it was conceivable that in order to allow Andrew to exert pressure smoothly, Percy never went out.

'But that's no reason for you to steal my dinner, Percy!'

Although Andrew knew in his heart that Percy might have picked up a sweet potato to make the situation less embarrassing, he was sure that if everything was verified, it would not be a problem for him to eat a sweet potato in Dumbledore's office...

"I can't destroy the prying prop either... Taylor."

Professor McGonagall quickly put down the diary, and then quickly left the office. After saying a few words to the portrait at the door, she returned to the office. "Tell me about the process. I think this thing is the limit... unless Albus wants to play a prank himself."

...

"So, this diary was brought to school by Miss Weasley from among the second-hand books at Flourish and Blotts? Then it was discarded and ended up in Mr. Filch's possession, then stolen and brought back by the Weasley twins? They refused to reveal who took the diary, but were only willing to help the other person with detention?"

This long series of twists and turns did sound very confusing. Professor McGonagall frowned, but finally relaxed her brow - although she wanted to deduct some points, since Andrew did not deduct them on the spot, she could not say anything.

However, when she saw Percy holding a sweet potato in a daze out of the corner of her eye, she realized that Andrew was not a class monitor and had no right to deduct points.

"That's right, Professor."

Andrew nodded - the look on Percy's face when he was frightened by his own siblings was totally worth the price of the sweet potato.

"What about Ron?"

"Ron used Veritaserum that night... I don't think there's any need to investigate."

"Ah, very good…"

When Professor McGonagall was about to ask more questions, there was a knock on the office door. Percy hurriedly opened the door with the sweet potato in one hand and the other.

"Ah, they're having dinner. I came just in time."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded to Percy, then quickly walked to the desk. "There are two more. It looks like I'll get one. The school kitchen is good in every way, but the baked sweet potatoes imitated by magic always look like boiled ones."

Under Andrew's gaze, Dumbledore casually picked up a sweet potato and then skillfully handed one to Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall hesitated visibly, then took it.

"Oh, of course, eating sweet potatoes is worth calling me for, Minerva, but it shouldn't be a big deal, right?"

As Dumbledore spoke, he looked at the things on the table curiously, and then he was attracted by the tattered diary on the table. "There is no trace, Minerva."

Dumbledore seemed unable to look away.

'trace?'

"No, Albus, there is none, and it is beyond my ability to destroy or disassemble."

“That was really fun.”

Dumbledore's originally gentle eyes showed obvious curiosity. He hesitated and tapped the sweet potato with the hand holding it - it began to float in the air by itself, then peeled and separated, and a silver spoon emerged...

"cough…"

Professor McGonagall coughed.

The spoon stopped moving.

“It doesn’t taste that good when it gets cold…”

Andrew pretended not to hear anything, and so did Percy.

Leaving the sweet potato and the spoon flying in the air, Dumbledore glanced at the diary and then opened the title page.

Snapped…

The spoon fell on the table, but fortunately the sweet potato was saved by Professor McGonagall.

"Interesting, really...very interesting...how was it discovered?"

The smile on Dumbledore's face was obviously very genuine, and Andrew repeated the acquisition process again.

"That's right, it's this, very good, very good... There is no doubt that Mr. Taylor will be the president of the male student union next year."

???

Principal, what crazy things are you talking about!
This is for a seventh grader! I'll only be a third grader next year!
Even Professor McGonagall was frightened by Dumbledore's words, "It's too early, Albus, he will only be a third year next year!"

And Percy behind Andrew—he had already been stunned.

"Ah, I forgot about that..."

Dumbledore forced his eyes away from the diary, and then just tapped with his finger, and the entire diary was wrapped tightly in parchment.

"Anyway, let's give Ravenclaw 50 points... No, let's give him 100 points. Also, once the hidden object of the badge is revealed, come to my office..."

"That's it," Dumbledore said in an indescribably cheerful tone. "This is a moment to celebrate - well, enjoy our sweet potatoes."

Without further ado, four silver spoons appeared, and one of them began to scoop up Dumbledore's portion one spoonful at a time.

Professor McGonagall hesitated for a moment, then began to celebrate as well - and Percy followed suit.

?

"Jim..."

Andrew hesitated and called the house-elf softly.

"Yes, Mr. Taylor."

"Give me some sausage and beans, please."

What could he do?

(End of this chapter)