This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 207
Hogwarts' finances are completely dependent on donations and grants. Hogsmeade has a limited area, and although the rent is not small, the gap is huge.

So Professor McGonagall let Andrew bring the ghost in without much hesitation - the normal operation of Hogwarts is inseparable from various donations, even if they are for a purpose.

Theoretically it is.

And the reason I say "in theory" is because a few minutes after this ghost, who sounded quite well-off, went in, the negotiations completely collapsed.

Andrew was completely dumbfounded, and Professor McGonagall was... well, how should I put it, as serious as ever.

How should I put it? This is really outrageous.

When the ghost was willing to cut himself in half before, Andrew simply thought that he might have a better talent for playing.

But once it's spoken out, it becomes outrageous.

If I have to be specific, it is that wizards have a limit to their lifespan, but it is generally much longer than that of Muggles.

If you add potions or other random things to help, it will be even more outrageous.

For example, the previous principal, Mr. Armando Dippet, lived to be... well, 355 years old.

That’s right, an outrageous age. Compared to him, Dumbledore, who is over a hundred years old, is just a young child.

And this visiting ghost gentleman lived for quite a long time.

But the problem is, he is the kind of person who has a wide range of social contacts and doesn't like to stay in one place, but some of his close friends are not like that - for example, a Charm Doll.

Yes, his lover Meiwa is still alive, and they meet occasionally... But his ghost wife is jealous, and she even became a ghost because she was angry that she might remarry after she left early... And the grave of his first love is in his hometown that he doesn't visit often...

All in all, the plot is very confusing, and Professor McGonagall is eager to pick up Gryffindor's dagger and chop off the person in front of her...

"In short, if Tina also grows old, I will probably be able to leave with peace of mind. At that time, I think Anies will let go of her obsession and leave with me... Really, she was the last to come, but she is always so jealous... And poor Xiama La, she will probably let go of her obsession after I leave..."

Shut up, Professor McGonagall probably wants to kill someone.

All in all, the generous ghost was willing to donate thirty thousand Galleons to make this happen, and all it would take was a few blows from the sword of Gryffindor.

However, it seemed that Professor McGonagall did not intend to accept the donation, and in the end, no one came to an agreement.

"Gryffindor's honor cannot be compromised on this, so we cannot agree to your request."

Professor McGonagall shook her head, "Taylor, take him away."

-

"What a pity! I originally thought that if I left a part of my body behind, my longing for you might be alleviated—"

The ghost who refused to introduce himself sighed, "But I won't delay your referral fee. I will send you something that may be helpful to you later - oh, yes, there is one more piece of advice."

Whether it was money or anything else, he had to show it to the professor to see how to deal with it. If he didn't accept it, Andrew was afraid that he would be haunted by the ghost of freeloading in the future.

"What advice, sir?"

"Stay away from the charmed girls. When you fall in love with them, you will be desperate."

Andrew was confused.

What kind of advice is this? What is his relationship with Meiwa?
"Especially someone like you, who is obviously the prey of the Charmed One at first glance. You should practice your Occlumency skills well."

Before Andrew could ask, the ghost who did not want to provide his name turned and left - he dived into the castle and was never to be found again.

"What is this, a ghost longing for the end? Or... I don't know, I'm going to eat."

-

The ghost incident caused a small stir in the castle, but it soon died down - mainly because there was nothing to talk about.

The sword of Gryffindor belongs uniquely to Gryffindor. The students from other colleges who had been watching them show off quickly became desensitized to the topic, and the Gryffindors were too embarrassed to mention anything since they couldn't see the sword.

As for Professor Lockhart's plan to apply for a visit, Professor McGonagall directly shot him down using her school background - why would a Ravenclaw like you want the sword of Gryffindor?
Anyway, the application was sent back by the professor himself, and Andrew and Huffman looked at each other silently, and no one laughed out loud.

Other than that, there's nothing too serious.

Andrew's manuscript is ready - this time it's about a first encounter.

As Dumbledore struggled with his choices for the future, Grindelwald appeared to fulfill part of the prophecy - but Grindelwald did not appear to kill people, but to recruit soldiers.

Well, Grindelwald, who interpreted the prophecy himself, decided to recruit all talented people under his command, and then work together to crack the prophecy.

However, when they met for the first time, they fought each other to test each other's strength, and both won and lost.

"Next month's issue will be about the two's mutual respect and their understanding of each other's knowledge... Well, the focus can be changed, or even... No, the first issue already set up the Elder Wand to recognize its master, so it can't betray him, that doesn't make sense..."

"It's not enough to suppress learning ability. The selling point is still Dumbledore's strength..."

"Well, since we're introducing alchemy anyway, why not just set up Grindelwald to have an alchemy bonus due to his extreme luck, so that he can crush Dumbledore."

'But that's all for the next issue, don't worry.'

This issue has been resolved anyway, and we will consider the breakup issue in the next issue - and then we will leave out of fear of each other.

After that, I can write whatever I want - as alchemy grows, I won’t have to worry about the saints coming to kill me.

But just when he thought everything was going well, Huffman, who was currently on duty for the longest time, happily informed Andrew.

"Ah, yes, Andrew, I'm off to do adventure training."

Huffman said so.

The process was set at the end of last semester and it certainly cannot be changed, and Huffman himself is happy with it.

Huffman's friends prepared a small farewell party for him - he would go for training until graduation, and then return to school for exams, and basically would not show up at school.

Andrew attended and met a bunch of Gryffindors, and gave Huffman his own gift - a lucky compass with divination effect, which was very expensive.

"Ah? This, Taylor, you are really..."

"I bought it at a friendly price. Professor Singed introduced it to me," Andrew responded to Huffman's hug. "You helped me a lot last school year. Thank you so much."

"Same, you've helped a lot. It's really boring to stay in the office alone."

Huffman let go of Andrew and enthusiastically began to introduce the other people.

……

"Another friend I've lost..."

That night, Andrew performed his routine range deformation training, but Huffman's internship did not add any practice buff to him, and even hindered him a little.

In addition, as it was approaching November, the grass beside the Black Lake began to turn yellow in large quantities, making the grass where he first cast the spell look even more fake, which was really hard to make people happy.

"Don't change it yet. Keep it for comparison. By the way, I'll go to the Owl House and mail out the manuscript for next month..."

'Also, we need to start training earlier, otherwise we won't be able to see the effect after dark...'

...

After calming down, Andrew started to return to the castle - he had a lot of work to do next. When Halloween came, the castle needed to be redecorated and cleaned. Although there were no holidays arranged and the elves were used to it, there was still one most important thing.

I received an application today. Nick, the ghost who just lost his head, plans to hold a deathday party. The relevant arrangements have been reported. Although it occupies the underground, it still needs to be arranged in advance. 'Fortunately, I don't have to go to see it. I am not interested in giving up limited edition ice cream to attend a ghost's dinner.'

Andrew yawned and began to think about the next steps.

-

"Deathday?"

"Yes, this Halloween is my 500th death anniversary."

Nick in front of the twins had a proud look on his face, "And my application for the Headless Hunter Team was rejected - haha, this time I will personally show those stubborn guys that my head is indeed lost!"

“That’s really cool!”

The twins applauded.

"Yes, so I hope you will be my special guests. Oh, and your brothers too. I heard that they have worked hard for your sentence. It would be great if Mr. Ron is willing to come as well."

"Ron?"

The twins said the name at the same time, and then laughed at each other, "Just kidding, Nick, how could Ron...haha..."

"We agreed. Anyway, we won't be put in detention on holidays like Halloween. By the way, can we invite Sirius Black? He provided a lot of help last time."

"Of course, your friends are my friends!"

When Nick was talking about something exciting, his head fell off his neck with a click, and then slowly floated up in the air. "Oh, sorry, I'm still a little uncomfortable."

He held up his head with his hands, "It's a deal, see you later!"

After that, Nick rushed towards the wall, waving his hand as he went, his head on his hand piled with a sincere smile.

-

"Pranks can help a lot, but we can't show off, otherwise Andrew will definitely cause trouble for us..."

"It's great to have Sirius involved. Just think about it, he has never been involved in anything this fun!"

"Yeah, that's gonna be great."

The two nodded at the same time - after knowing that Sirius was the ancestor, they always wanted to show something different. They hadn't figured out the Bing Room that the elves mentioned yet, so they would come back later. But this party was different now.

-

"Hiss... It's so damn cold..."

"What's up with the Grayskins (Dementors) and those money-hungry strikers? No new robes at this time of year..."

"Yeah, it's fun to collect Galleons, but they always don't provide heating equipment..."

In Azkaban prison, a group of prisoners were swearing.

It was still okay a few days ago, but these past few days, when the cold wind blew, almost everyone was shivering - although no prisoners in Azkaban had ever died of freezing or starvation, it was impossible to get there easily.

Only when the strikers on duty brought the supplies, the supply was considered complete.

"I wish I could pull off my gray robe..."

"Tch, just you?"

The noisy prisoners looked down on each other, after all, they all played with their mouths.

But in one of the houses, there was a prisoner who was a little special. Instead of complaining, he kept walking back and forth.

"Come on, William, you're just going out, aren't you?"

"Shut up. I'll give you the chocolates I have in stock on the way out."

"Ah? Oh, no, the strikers are coming soon, no doubt about it, my Mr. William!"

"I'll pay you Galleons for keeping your diary!"

"Do not sell!"

"Write more, write more, William!"

...

The noisy cells even attracted Dementors, but they rarely came to eat and instead left - it would be a problem if the prisoners were too weak to walk, and there was definitely enough food today.

Just as everyone was complaining and cursing, the door of Azkaban opened again.

The strikers, carrying a large amount of low-quality prison uniforms using magic, rushed over, took out daily necessities from the mess of clothes, and then exchanged them for Galleons one by one, throwing the clothes over with disgust.

Another short striker was holding a list and walking quickly towards the cell at the edge.

"You're out of prison, boy - reform yourself, I don't intend to send you off again! Go collect your wand and your belongings!"

...

-

"I can't believe it. It's a party of ghosts."

Sirius's face was filled with excitement - it was the five hundredth anniversary of his death, and he had indeed never seen such a scene before.

But Harry and Hermione on the side were not so happy.

Both of them looked somewhat uneasy, but Ron looked excited.

Although Harry and Hermione didn't know what he was so excited about.

"Welcome, my friend!"

Nick, standing at the door, tried desperately to look sad - all the ghosts around him were like that, but Nick couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

"I'm so glad you guys can come..."

"He doesn't look like he's celebrating death at all..."

George muttered quietly, "He's crazy with joy."

However, after entering the underground classroom, everyone was stunned - there were probably hundreds of ghosts in the entire room, each with a milky white and translucent appearance, which directly set off the Halloween atmosphere.

What was even more terrible was that there were more than a thousand blue-glowing candles and a huge number of terrifying musical saws, numbering about thirty or so - the latter making a sound like something was sawing bones.

Moreover, I don’t know if it’s because of the gathering of ghosts, but the whole room was freezing cold, and I could see obvious white mist when I breathed out.

Compared to the others, Harry and Hermione were obviously more scared - after all, in the stories they had heard since childhood, the people in front of them were the protagonists.

"Let's go talk!"

Sirius grabbed Harry, his face excited.

(End of this chapter)