This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 229 Is there really one?
"Those who are going into the water, and those who are selling potions, follow me. The rest of you can disperse... We will not punish you for any consequences."

Andrew looked at the dark crowd and found that everyone from the four colleges was included, and there was even a pair of Slytherins in the five teams - well, there was no need to report to Dumbledore to deduct points, just punish the people directly.

There is no need for the organizers to question the people who sold drugs and went into the water. No one can find out the truth even if they ask. In any case, they must have gone into the water - this is not a prank, but these people really think there is treasure in the water.

Andrew led them to Professor McGonagall's office, opened the door himself and led the way in.

Since we have to deal with it, we should handle it according to the rules and not mess around.

"Who had so much free time that he broke the glass of the Slytherin common room?"

He sighed - dealing with the most serious problems first.

Three people raised their hands timidly.

Just like the prefect who reported it said, he was from Gryffindor.

"Why are you smashing people's glass for no reason?"

"I can't see it. We just noticed that the stone over there was shiny. Who knew that while we were smashing it, Dumbledore appeared..."

Do you think you are rubbing Aladdin's magic lamp? Then a genie suddenly appears?

And the story of Aladdin's magic lamp is all in translation, telling the story of Little Ding and a lamp from the East...

This joke popped up in his mind, and the expression on his face relaxed a little.

As for the three groups of people next to them, they laughed out loud, causing the only Slytherin team to stare at the culprit.

"For one week, you will be responsible for cleaning the bathroom near the Slytherin common room... There are exactly two men and one woman, so you don't have to worry about the distribution..."

"what?"

"No!"

"no way!"

Three voices came out at the same time, but Andrew ignored them directly. "Of course, if someone provokes you, you can end the detention early... It depends on what the Slytherins choose."

The gloating Slytherins froze - torn between long-term happiness and greater short-term pleasure.

"As for you guys," Andrew turned his head, "really, I don't know what to say. Let's put it this way. You are responsible for cleaning up the snow outside the castle, uh, 200 meters away, starting after breakfast every day and ending at dinner time."

"What if it snows again?"

“How do we divide the manpower?”

"One quarter per group. As for snow, ah, if you have the ability, just make the clouds disappear. If not, just pray for good luck and don't let it snow..."

Andrew quickly began to write the penalty notice and then told them to report to Mr. Filch.

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"Sweeping snow... ah, it took so long at once, can the secret still be hidden?"

"It's hard to say. Besides, are ancient carvings of mermaids really reliable?"

After Andrew assigned the tasks, the only three-person mixed team looked at each other and fell into deep thought.

If they were all from the same college, everything would be easy to discuss, but they have one from each of the three colleges.

This is a big problem. It's okay to cooperate in the water, and the secret of the treasure can be hidden for a day, but clearing the snow from morning to night will probably take many days, which is a big trouble.

With such a long time and such a large project, people’s trust is not enough.

But persuasion in exchange for punishment—who would go talk to that grim ripper?

The Ravenclaw one?

What if the two of them swallowed the benefits?
The three of them looked at each other, and suddenly they were at a loss.

You can't sneak out in the middle of the night to go to the Black Lake, right?
Even if that giant creature doesn't notice, the danger is too high.

But leave it alone and wait for a few days...

"I'm afraid we can't come to an agreement... I have an idea. Let me tell you first, it's just a hypothesis. I don't intend to do it without your consent."

"Tell me, what else can we do now?"

"Let's talk to Taylor together."

"You are crazy!"

"This is the best solution. Only he can arrange it. Even if the prefect says something, it's useless. Dumbledore said it himself. Everyone knows it!" "But how do we calculate the benefits?"

"Share it among the four of us!"

"He's crazy and splits it with us!"

...

You are right, it is just a record of a mermaid, and once the other party knows that there is this information under the lake, even if it is vague, they can break away from them and act on their own.

There's nothing we can do. Other people's entry into the lake is completely legal, but they are nothing.

"He's half, we're half...if it gets any lower, we'll report it to the school!"

"it is good…"

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"A carving of a mermaid?"

Andrew was stopped in the lounge, and then followed the people from his own college to the corridor.

"Yes, a carving of a mermaid, a very ancient one, we accidentally found it in the mud, it looks like a treasure map..."

"real or fake?"

Andrew's eyes widened, he was completely stunned - no, is it true?
"True, but then we saw Dumbledore in the distance..."

...

You are really something. If you were not assigned to sweep the snow all day, you would probably dig secretly.

But it's normal.

Someone discovers the treasure, then secretly takes the map and digs it out. This kind of plot is common even in treasure hunting stories.

If these three people were not from three colleges, they would never have come to report.

"Half, huh..."

Andrew hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, but I don't want my share. I'll donate it to the school. I have to report it to the school."

He received three looks asking "Are you stupid?".

But there was no way - this was not something he discovered, nor was it that the other party pulled him into the team because of his superb abilities, but because he was given a little bit of authorization.

What belongs to him is his, and this kind of thing - it would make him feel more at ease if he could find the Galleons from the Astronomy Tower, at least he would not have to go to Azkaban.

"Okay, if you insist, but we must ensure half the portion for the three of us."

"Okay, I promise."

Andrew nodded, "I'll go report to Dumbledore right away."

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"Treasure?"

"Yes, Headmaster," Andrew looked at Dumbledore who suddenly perked up. For some reason, he had the urge to report to Professor McGonagall.

"An underwater stone tablet with a map of mermaids carved on it. It could be a map of their migration, or it could be a legacy of their struggle for power and then lost."

Of course, it is more likely to be gold or other magic props or something...but there is no need to explain this, everyone knows it.

Andrew said seriously—he wouldn't mind taking it.

Anyway, the mermaid is lost, so it has no owner.

We can't let those three give up and return the mermaid in a dignified manner, right?

What a joke!
According to adventurer conventions, this kind of thing cannot be done. It's not like we're going to plunder...

At most, the school's share can be left to the mermaid, because that is the school's property - that depends on Dumbledore's opinion, since he has handed it over anyway, it's none of his business.

"They are worth half, but that requires something. As for the school, unless there is something of knowledge that needs to be copied, the rest can be returned to the merman. But it is not important. What is important is the adventure...

Dumbledore smiled. "Let's get going, Taylor."

Professor, there are still a pile of documents on the table!

(End of this chapter)