This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 227 The Bottom of the Black Lake

Although the experience of going to Dumbledore's office for the first time during the holiday was not very pleasant, Andrew still gained something.

The transformation of that very strange-looking wooden stick did not seem to be covered by his transformation at all. No matter how many times Andrew transformed, the feeling of blockage was frighteningly strong.

'A very suitable teaching aid...'

I don’t know what others think, but that’s what Andrew thinks - but other than that, there’s nothing much to say about the daily duty routine in the principal’s office.

He couldn't go to the electrical laboratory, so his daily routine became running, breakfast, duty in Dumbledore's office, library, lunch, library, laboratory practice and writing, dinner and playing cards or chess.

It is worth mentioning that it is said that in other lounges, the cards they play now are - I see through the future, you lose...

As for why there is no Ravenclaw common room, it is probably because... everyone is a little arrogant...

But anyway, Andrew didn't hear too many bad reviews.

After all, this episode was really rushed - the beginning was fine, but the end was straight to the breakup plot and battle.

"It's not a big problem... We can continue. The next issue will be about the trip to Paris. When writing about alchemy and the like, we can just rely on making up stories... We just have to be careful not to come up with something that wasn't made at the time."

-

"Mr. Taylor, please continue with your work today."

Dumbledore had a smile on his face, then took less than half of the documents and left the rest directly to Andrew.

Yes, that's right. At Professor McGonagall's place, Andrew still sorted the documents, dealing with the unimportant ones and leaving the important ones to the professor. In Dumbledore's office, he had full authority...

Andrew even suspected that if he offered to help Dumbledore with some chores, Dumbledore would dare to give him half of it, and still not choose which one...

"This school is still standing thanks to Professor McGonagall..."

Andrew sighed, but couldn’t say anything.

What else can he do? He can only do his job quietly and then... he can't even file a complaint.

If he hadn't been working hard for a whole year, he would have doubted whether he could do this job.

"Professor, please come back. I have more documents today than Dumbledore. If this continues..."

But Professor McGonagall didn't come, instead the Slytherin students came.

The doorbell of the principal's office rang, and then a person who looked particularly familiar to Andrew came in.

He ran over in horror, and saw Andrew, who was busy processing documents, and his whole body was stunned.

"Mr. Stevenson, what happened?"

Dumbledore had to break his rude silence with words.

Ah, I remembered it.

After signing, Andrew finally remembered who he was - Belcu Stevenson, the sixth-year male prefect of Slytherin.

"Why is he here? Did he lose a fight? This shouldn't happen. Slytherins don't have this habit..."

"Principal Dumbledore," Belcu recovered from his surprise, "Oh no, we found Gryffindor!"

What a joke - Gryffindor?
Where is this school without Gryffindors?

They even have to check the toilet to see if there is anything abnormal...

But Dumbledore obviously couldn't taunt like Andrew, "Please slow down, Mr. Stevenson, what happened please?"

"Gryffindor! Yes, Gryffindor! They're in the window!"

???

Hanging from the window on a broomstick?
Don't worry about breaking your legs! Christmas is coming, don't make trouble!

Andrew thought about it, but did not stop the work in his hands and started to deal with another document - he still knew how to prioritize.

Gryffindor taking a flying broom is nothing. Fortunately, Belcu Stevenson saw that he was too calm and finally remembered the loophole in his words, "It's the Black Lake. The windows of our lounge are made of magical glass. They are bombarding them with magic..."

???

what?
Andrew paused what he was doing - for the first time he knew, the Slytherin common room was underwater.

That's strange, isn't it humid? Isn't it cold these days?

Also, why did that group of people smash other people’s windows?
Oh, that’s right…

Andrew finally remembered something important - the issue of the treasure at the bottom of the Black Lake had just come out a few days ago, so it was very normal for people to enter the Black Lake.

Professor McGonagall was not at school, so most of the documents were given to Dumbledore for approval.

...

Forehead…

Mr. Filch is only responsible for the castle, not the Black Lake...

Normally, if there is a big noise, there will be a report...

Wait, now is not the time to analyze the reasons. The problem now is that we can’t let that group of people tear down the glass!

In this cold winter, if the black lake water flooded into the lounge, it would be a lot of fun...

Obviously, Dumbledore was thinking the same thing. His expression changed from surprise to haste. "I'll go to the Slytherin common room. Taylor, you go to the Black Lake and stop them..."

"Yes, Professor."

Andrew agreed and rushed out of the castle.

Now it’s not a matter of posture - if you don’t hurry up, you’ll be busy today!

The running he had been doing for several days finally came in handy today. He ran all the way towards the Black Lake and found that there were already a large group of people gathered on the shore.

"Warming potion, warming potion, five of them will take half an hour! It's specially made for the ice spikes in the Black Lake, and you've seen the effect, so hurry up if you need it!"

Andrew rushed over and found that a large area of ​​the Black Lake's lakeside had been dug out, and the surrounding area was full of lower-grade students who stayed on campus and were watching.

"What's going on? How many people have gone down?"

Andrew stopped and asked sternly, "And this potion, how did it happen!"

"Just a little..."

The other party tried to explain, but was frightened back by Andrew's stern eyes, "How many people?"

"Five teams of three, all carrying head-bubbling spells and potions..."

"Messing around..."

Andrew cursed, grabbed a bottle of potion, took out Sickle and threw it over, then drank it in one gulp, and a surge of heat came out.

With a flick of the wand, the clothes turned into a tight-fitting swimsuit, and he placed a bubble head spell he had made on his head, then dived into the depths of the Black Lake.

"Don't want to die! Black Lake in winter...Bubble Head Curse plus potion..."

He took out his wand, used Transfiguration to mark the way for himself, and then cast a spell directly on the water, making a stream of water become like a rope - if necessary, he could even heat the water directly to ensure body temperature, but this required a high level of Transfiguration attainment, and he didn't think those reckless guys could do it.

'Hopefully those murlocs aren't hibernating and can help those bastards when they're drowning...'

At least that's what the information said, but he didn't know if it would work in winter.

Logically speaking, no one has ever drowned in the Black Lake, but we can't do this.

"I've been so happy these past few days that I completely forgot about these guys' ability to cause trouble... Really..."

"Wait for me to catch him... Damn it, if it's not a Slytherin who reports, I don't know how this will end!"

(End of this chapter)