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Chapter 199 Everything is on the right track (together)
"Professor, it's done. Myrtle can't enter the Chamber of Secrets. Professor Snape gave her the processed snake skull."

In Professor McGonagall's office, Andrew was trying hard to reply.

The work was finally done, and he had to report the progress to Professor McGonagall.

"You don't seem to be in a good mood, Taylor."

Professor McGonagall looked up from the pile of homework and asked with concern, "Is it because of Myrtle?"

"Well, there are some... I don't think I can accept death..."

"No one likes it, but when war comes, no one can do anything about it. Don't be on duty today. Go to the Black Lake to relax, or go to the stadium to fly for a while, or go play Thunderbolt Explosion and give yourself a holiday."

The professor sighed, "Go ahead and have a good rest."

"Yes, Professor."

"Well, by the way, Albus asked you to go to him after class next Monday morning. Don't forget the time."

"Okay, Professor, I remember."

Andrew nodded, walked out of the office bored, and started walking out of the castle.

holiday…

It was indeed a bit difficult... He was indeed affected by Myrtle's matter, and it was really difficult to bring this mentality back to the dormitory.

"Let's bask in the sun by the Black Lake, and then... play some Thunderbolt Explosion in the afternoon?"

As he thought about it, he walked towards the Black Lake and used Transfiguration to set up a comfortable lounge chair for himself.

"Death, damn it, why would I think of that bastard when it has nothing to do with me..."

Sighing, Andrew began to try to divert his thoughts elsewhere - such as the duel between Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

But, no matter how you think about it, Dumbledore always easily defeated Grindelwald with a large number of Transfiguration puppets - this is already part of the ending!
"Dumbledore is really, unimaginably strong..."

Andrew's mind moved, and his wand summoned a piece of stone, then threw it into the calm lake.

twice…

Damn it…

He became interested and began to summon stones one by one, and then started exercising.

But it’s very bleak, even if you are serious, it’s only five times at most.

"What the hell..."

Andrew sighed and tapped the stone with his wand - the stone, which had been forcibly transformed into a suitable shape by Transfiguration, flew up six beautiful splashes of water.

No, nine...

Who has so much free time?
Andrew's face darkened - the second stone that was skipped on the water was not thrown by him.

I don't know.

A student from the same college, who looked like a freshman, with tears still on her face, threw another piece of stone - this time fewer, just seven splashes.

...

I can't stay here any longer. The first graders are bullying the second graders.

But it's still customary to ask before leaving.

"Being beaten by someone from the outer courtyard?"

Shake your head vigorously.

"Being beaten by a fellow hospital mate?"

Still shaking his head.

That's fine then - as long as you don't hit anyone.

"If someone hits you, go directly to the prefect. The same goes for blackmail or robbery. Or you can go to me. I can handle it a little bit, but it's not as convenient as the prefect. You don't have to worry about retaliation. I promise there won't be any."

Andrew patted his chest to make a promise, then patted his butt and lifted the transformation spell - he couldn't stay here anymore.

As long as you are not being beaten, robbed or blackmailed, then you don't have to worry about it.

He has seen too many people crying - this year is better, but last year, his classmates would occasionally hide in the school and cry loudly.

The majority of students miss home, a minority think school is too hard, and then there are those who quarrel with friends, are scolded by professors, and won’t change their clothes when they get dirty...

Among the eleven-year-old students, some are smart enough to go out and cheat people for money, while others are still as silly as elementary school students.

He could only guarantee that it wasn't due to fighting, blackmail, or any other murderous behavior. Percy had complained before - there were even little kids in Gryffindor who cried because the pudding was a little smaller...

"You're really not being bullied, are you? If you're being bullied, come to me. I can usually handle it in the academy."

He shook his head repeatedly.

That's probably because I miss home or had a fight with a friend.

He really can't help with this kind of thing - his abilities are limited, and the limited help he can provide does not include the character of a caring big sister.

Just leave! I just made way for the homesick child, it's definitely not a reason to waste money!

Leave quickly - Squid isn't worried about anyone jumping into the lake, and the other party doesn't have that intention...

Andrew felt much happier after leaving - if you think about it carefully, he did scare a lot of jerk off this school year. Although he didn't help at all with students who had quarreled with friends, missed home, had their shoelaces untied, or were yelled at by professors, he did prevent a lot of vicious incidents.

As for the one just now, he also provided help to the best of his ability.

Then...

Well, I made peace with myself and buried the murder of the Nosed Man deep in my heart, and then... well, damn, there is still the snake meat that has not been processed!

I don’t even know where Percy has the appointment!
Andrew came to his senses and trotted back to the castle - he had to find someone to ask Percy's location.

-

“It’s so sweet…”

"really."

"You can actually make soup out of such old snake meat?"

Andrew looked curiously at the proud Nazarov.

"A little bit of magic, a little bit of herbs, and a little bit of thinking, our Hufflepuff's culinary magic is not just for show."

"More than that."

Andrew used a spoon to pick up a piece of meat. "It has lived for so long... it really is... although it has nothing to do with melting in the mouth, the taste is no different from normal meat."

"Of course, it's a pity that the materials are limited, otherwise we could make something better... A thousand-year-old snake that thick, and you two only got back such a small amount of meat... Really..."

Nazarov looked disappointed.

Why don't you two quarrel with Snape! Not to mention getting half of it back, at least get a piece each!

But Andrew and Percy gave him a look that asked why he didn't go.

Negotiate with Snape?

Even if you dislike having too many credits, you won’t be like this!

Just be content with being able to eat the basilisk. Judging from Professor Snape's appearance, I'm afraid all the ingredients are either sealed or boiled into potions, even the meat is not spared.

Andrew rolled his eyes and drank another bowl of soup.

You should learn from Penelope. You see, after Percy brought her here, she just praised the cooking skills and asked them to drink the soup without saying a word!

-

When Andrew and his friends finished their soup and returned to the castle, some messy rumors began to spread.

Because someone had already spotted Professor McGonagall's secret Transfiguration spell and sealed it off - everyone saw it being dismantled.

All sorts of rumors resurfaced.

Treasure theory, decoration theory, suicide theory, conspiracy theory... these rumors that had finally died down all came out all at once as the blockade was lifted.

The most important thing is that the innermost bathroom cubicle was permanently locked, which increased those people's suspicions - even Andrew knew it was completely locked at the dining table.

'The professor did it?'

He didn't know, but at the moment it seemed that ordinary students could not visit Myrtle at will - Myrtle would come out on her own anyway, so it didn't matter whether she was sealed or not.

But I don’t know who is so capable - on that night, all the conspiracy theories were almost unified.

There was no conspiracy or treasure over there at all, but Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets was opened by Dumbledore.

Well, even some of these statements contain the true version, saying that there was a terrible basilisk hidden in the Chamber of Secrets and was killed by Dumbledore.

...

Damn, who spread this?
Andrew watched his roommate's story with curiosity, but he couldn't say anything - damn, these people almost knew more than him!

It was not until the next day when he went to the office on duty after class that he found out something.

When Professor Snape was showing Professor Sprout his new potion ingredients, the Hufflepuff students found out about it, and those students combined with the Slytherin people's bragging to piece together most of the truth.

As for why it is most?

The reason is simple - it is said that after Dumbledore killed the Basilisk, he awarded the Basilisk to Slytherin House as a reward for Slytherin students' seven consecutive championships.

Well...this is the latest information.

It's extremely melodramatic - but the Slytherin students have already started to look down on others.

"Let the bullets fly for a while..."

Andrew sighed.

Anyway, officially - to be more precise, there has been no announcement from the office, so rumors are up to them.

The biggest impact of this incident was detention - probably because the wall was demolished, Filch captured eleven students in a row who tried to break into the girls' bathroom in the middle of the night, and happily put them in detention.

-

"Here I come, Professor Dumbledore."

"Well, take a seat, Andrew."

After hearing all kinds of news, Andrew finally arrived at Dumbledore's office on Monday.

"What's coming?"

"Lemonade is fine, Professor."

As Andrew spoke, he glanced at Dumbledore's office out of the corner of his eye - he soon found the diary he had submitted.

It is now placed at the feet of Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix. From time to time, the falling feathers will ignite flames, burn a large piece of the notebook, and then it will return to its original appearance.

'Not destroyed yet?'

But Andrew was not worried - the basilisk's venom was in Professor Snape's office, and at worst it would not be difficult for Dumbledore to set off a Fiendfyre.

"I had intended for you to come earlier, but Riddle's diary was a little more tempting than I thought. Both the conversation and the opening of the Chamber of Secrets were delayed quite a bit."

"But it's not a bad thing. I have asked Minerva in detail about your progress. Remember the spellcasting at the weekend?"

Weekend casting?

Andrew remembered - Professor McGonagall was routinely checking his progress on area Transfiguration.

"You've worked harder than I expected. Will your grades in other subjects be okay this year?"

"No, Professor."

Andrew is full of confidence - he can't even think about getting all O's, but he has no pressure at all to pass all the exams.

This is not the limit. The number of manuscripts is quite considerable now. In a few days, we will be able to...

Stop, don't think about anything related to the astronomy tower.

"Learn all types of grassland, learn all types of rivers, learn all types of common shrubs..."

Dumbledore recited a dozen common terrains in a row. "I'm surprised you wrote them down and tried them one by one..."

???

Unexpected is not a very good evaluation, and Andrew wondered where he had gone wrong.

"That's true, but Minerva is a little too impatient..."

Dumbledore looked at Andrew and said, "The laboratory is very good. You should continue to practice. But in the future, you must spend one hour every day - no, one and a half hours by the Black Lake trying to imitate the deformation of the grass by the Black Lake. Don't slack off."

"Only practice on grass?"

"Just practice on the grass, and the more you practice like it, the better."

Dumbledore looked at Andrew, his tone gentle but unquestionable.

'What's the difference between this and a lab?'

'More realistic?'

Andrew couldn't be sure - the folding animations in the reference material were just a little off in terms of realism.

"I will, Professor."

"Just do it this way for now. Practice hard, and don't stop learning other range casting spells."

"No problem, Professor!"

Andrew responded loudly.

"Also, this..."

Dumbledore fiddled with a small planetarium from the table.

"Although it only skipped a little time in astronomy class, it will be helpful to you."

hiss…

This is not cheap, and it is much smaller than the expensive ones you usually see...

"Go practice first. Area casting. Don't be lazy. Okay, report to Minerva."

-

"It slightly affected the progress of the book, but it's not a big problem..."

"But range casting... no, to be more precise, range deformation..." Andrew held the planetarium carefully, "Both the professor and the principal attach so much importance to it. What exactly does this thing hide?"

He was now able to easily create a swamp or beach in a place like a corridor - but it was useless.

Even if Mr. Filch ignored him, the senior students coming and going could clean up his Transfiguration with a little effort.

His magic power was not sufficient and was too easy for the graduates to break.

"It shouldn't be related to fighting, but to some realm?"

"But this is very serious magic, not something I can think of..."

Andrew was confused and finally gave up thinking about this problem and put further training at the top of his schedule.

"Continue to practice. As for the lawn simulation, I'll do it after class in the afternoon..."

"There's also a planetarium. Just take it to the professor and report it. I suspect this class was opened just to sell this thing, but I have no evidence..."

Anyway, if one person buys it, the whole dormitory can use it - no need to watch the stars and record the constellations in the cold wind.

The source is reasonable. After all, the most public income on the books is the Galleons given by the Black family. It would be too extravagant to buy this thing.

"That's about all for today? Well, we got through the Chamber of Secrets safely, and the diary is in Dumbledore's hands... There's nothing else going on in the castle."

'Reward myself by writing three more pages today, then practice in the lab as normal... I'll go to the Black Lake area in the afternoon.'

(End of this chapter)