This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 22 How did Ravenclaw become like this?
"Silly x."

After Connie left, Andrew finally couldn't help but curse.

Normally he wouldn't say bad things about people behind their backs, but today he really couldn't help it.

He even ridiculed him in person, but that guy didn't feel ashamed and instead was proud of himself and was complacent.

Just bully the weak and fear the strong, why find so many excuses - damn, why has Ravenclaw become like this?
He had felt something was wrong before, but now he finally confirmed that the so-called Ministry of Magic faction was not a serious group. After many so-called internal selections, the remaining people probably regarded themselves as Ministry of Magic staff.

But obviously, they were not, this group of people were just indulging in their own fantasies - and Andrew could confirm that there was no organization that would guarantee their admission to the Ministry of Magic.

"The so-called selection is to pick out the normal people, and then finally create a bunch of arrogant lunatics..."

"That guy talked a lot of nonsense, and the only useful content was a partial evaluation, and it was very one-sided..."

"Let's have a look," he consoled himself, "At least let's see if there's anything I want in those activities. I can't just let myself be disgusted for nothing."

He was also helpless - turning against the group directly was the most undesirable, so he could only quit the group relatively gently. The cohesion and ability to disgust people of the extremists were much higher than those of normal people. If he were a senior, he could be more straightforward, but now he could only take detours.

"It's like I accidentally entered an illegal organization..."

Andrew sighed, adjusted his expression, and made sure that no one could tell that he had just been angry. Then he quickly walked out of the classroom and headed towards the library.

The most urgent task now is not to get entangled with those crazy people, but to go to the library to borrow the book, read it completely as soon as possible, and submit the paper to the professor.

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"A Microscopic Tutorial on Transfiguration on Complex Structures, Fundamentals of Transfiguration Structures?"

When Andrew handed the parchment to the librarian, Madam Pince, for help, the serious librarian looked at the title of the book, then looked at Andrew with some confusion in her expression.

"Well, at least it's not a banned book. It's on the eighteenth row of bookshelves, on the third shelf."

"Thank you very much, Madam Pince."

After thanking Madam Pince, Andrew walked towards the bookshelf over there, and on the way he briefly observed the book classification of the Hogwarts Library.

The older ones have shelves divided by subject, and the categories on the shelves are distributed according to the first letters of the first two words.

'It's easy to find a book if you know its title, but if you want to read it based on its simple content, you still need someone to recommend it to you. Otherwise, it's really hard to study on your own. I got it for free when I joined the group.'

Andrew thought to himself as he took out the book he needed, believing that even a piece of waste paper has its own unique use.

Since he was in no hurry to eat, he found an empty table and prepared to briefly look through the two books recommended by Professor McGonagall.

[Transfiguration is not simply changing the appearance of one thing into the appearance of another thing - especially when it is a connected object.

Let’s use the simplest and most common item to describe it - a chair.

At first glance, the chair is a whole, but when we use an item to transform into a chair, this chair can only be considered a successful transformation if it can be disassembled like a normal chair, rather than simply disassembling it and restoring it to its original state because the integrity of the magic is destroyed...】

"hiss…"

Andrew took a deep breath. He had never expected that a simple transformation of an inanimate object could expand to this extent.

He used a bookmark to insert the part he had just finished reading, and then read on in disbelief - sure enough, the transfiguration techniques in the latter part did not go beyond the scope of the transformation of inanimate objects, but the arguments about the structure, material, color and even the resistance to destructiveness and the duration of the spell were beyond his current knowledge.

'I was actually quite proud of myself for having successfully transformed a beetle into a button.'

Andrew sighed - it was so professional, too professional. Without Professor McGonagall's guidance, he probably wouldn't be able to find such a targeted book within a year.

"Dismantling, replacement, and then the overall imagination..." He sat there, spread out the parchment, and wrote a sentence or two on it when he had an idea, but most of the time he would erase large sections of his ideas during the subsequent reading.

"I see…"

……

"go out!!!"

Just when Andrew was struggling with a problem, he was frightened by the sound of Madam Pince exploding. He turned his head and found a Hufflepuff child being beaten madly by a piece of white bread.

His schoolbag followed behind the bread, and from time to time he would give it a hard blow in between attacks.

"No food allowed in the library!"

Madam Pince's voice sounded again, but unlike the gentle voice at the lending desk, this time she was as majestic as a tiger patrolling her territory.

After laughing in his heart at the unlucky guy who didn't follow the rules and was discovered, Andrew found himself extremely hungry. He looked out the window and realized that it had already gotten dark without him noticing.

"Oops...I need to eat soon."

Andrew put away his draft paper, and obediently went to the still furious Madam Pince to borrow the book, then ran towards the auditorium with his schoolbag.

"Caught up."

Although dinner was halfway through, we still made it in time.

Andrew, who was starving, found his roommate's seat and found an empty seat nearby.

"What have you done? Why didn't you go back to the dormitory? And you're so hungry?"

Bell - one of his roommates looked at Andrew's miserable appearance and asked curiously.

"I heard that you passed the assessment of the club that aspires to join the Ministry of Magic on the first day of school. I heard that your club accounts for most of the people recruited by the Ministry of Magic in the courtyard every year."

Another freckled boy named Hal took the initiative to respond on Andrew's behalf, and he addressed the second half of the sentence to Andrew.

"Mostly? I knew it..."

Andrew rolled his eyes internally, but because he couldn't fall out yet, he couldn't voice his sharp comments about the sixth grader.

At least you can monopolize the quota and act like we are an organization under the Ministry of Magic... The Student Union is not as good as us...

"Now that you guys are awesome... at least you have plans for the future... I spent half an afternoon playing Thunderbolt Explosion in the club..."

"play cards?"

"Yeah, that's right, and we almost never win... The seniors can even calculate the remaining cards in your hand after a few cards have been dealt - but fortunately there is still hope... There is an event on the weekend, and people from other colleges will gather with us to play cards. At that time, we can even let the cards go."

This is the hope...

No, there is real hope...

'There are still normal organizations and normal people. The only extreme ones are those individuals I have met... Thank God.'

Andrew felt happy and decided to reward himself with another scoop of ice cream.

(End of this chapter)