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Chapter 293 This transcript is authentic

Back at King's Cross Station, Andrew said goodbye to the rest of the students on the platform, then dragged his box and started shopping.

The gifts purchased in London are great to bring back as gifts.

After all, snacks like Chocolate Frogs are not suitable to be given as gifts, and the Ministry of Magic would definitely not allow it.

"Come to think of it, I'm also short of cards, I'm short of three..."

He started shopping happily while thinking about it. The rest of the work was easy: shop, take the bus, and go back.

"Another year has passed... I haven't come back for either of the two vacations..."

He glanced at the rusty—huh?

When was the front door replaced with a new one? The house was repainted, the floor hardened, and the drainage improved.

what happened?
He hurried over with confusion and was recognized at the door, "Ah, Taylor, you are on vacation. Your school is real. There is not even a phone number."

"Yes, but students can't use them, Mammy," Andrew smiled, "I'm just an ordinary student. We have very few Christmas holidays."

"At least the food is good," Aunt Lyanna looked at Andrew, "You've grown a lot taller and fatter. It seems that the food in your school is really good. How is your study?"

"I got first place in a subject I am good at, and the rest of the subjects are just okay."

Andrew took out the transcript from the box and handed it over.

"You're first in Chinese, and you're also doing well in math. Very good. Mrs. Camille will be happy. You have a good report card, unlike little Torres and the others. They came back yesterday, but haven't been able to get out of bed today."

'I knew I was prescient in getting the transcripts.'

Andrew did not hide his gloating expression, "Then they really deserve it. Mrs. Camille has always disliked poor transcripts. By the way, when will the courtyard be renovated?"

"During Easter this year, we received a large donation, which relieved a lot of our pressure. The family that adopted little Durr became rich and they thought it was the good luck brought by Durr, so they donated a large sum of money."

Mammy smiled and said, "Their family treats Dur very well, and that bad boy works very hard. He is now in the second grade and his grades are excellent."

It was an unexpected donation - the money Andrew could provide was limited. After all, most of it was not so legal and could easily be hung on the astronomy tower.

"That's great. After all, he's young and suitable," Andrew said sincerely. "I'll sweep the yard. It's not during this meeting anyway."

"Well, go over there and get another broom. It's still early for lunch anyway, and your room was cleaned up a few days ago - Mrs. Camille still cares."

While sweeping the floor, the two chatted about interesting things that happened recently and quickly finished the work. Then Andrew pulled the box inside to find Mrs. Camille.

She was still very energetic. "Looks like it's vacation time. Report card, Taylor."

"Over here, ma'am."

Andrew handed it over.

"Good grades, Taylor," Mrs. Camille smiled. "But first, let's do some exercises. How about math? You're good at it."

'I knew it. '

Andrew nodded happily - even without reviewing, he could still handle this thing, it was just junior high school math.

But in less than half an hour, he was stunned.

'What does this proper noun mean?'

'what about this?'

"Luckily there is a symbol, otherwise I would be standing here..."

After the initial discomfort, he successfully finished the test paper in front of him - when it comes to math, if you don’t know the answer, you don’t know it, and if you know the answer, you know it. He can even recognize it even if it’s wearing a hat!
Mrs. Camille checked the paper once and nodded in approval, "Well, it looks like you were a little nervous, but the grade will be fine, kid."

"The hand is also the one holding the pen, but it's a little weird - didn't your teacher correct it?"

She asked doubtfully, "You must have been lazy, but the grades are okay, and the letters are neat. Your weird school does teach some real stuff." Passed.

Andrew felt relieved.

"Please stay a little longer during this vacation. Your professor can't keep withholding your vacation."

"I'm going to go out for exchange and study, professor. I have a letter of notification here."

Andrew handed it over with some embarrassment.

"Germany?"

The professor glanced at Andrew and said, "Is it the so-called European Union integration? The Duke family made their fortune from this. Your school also responded to it. It's not surprising..."

'Integration? Sooner or later, you will have to leave the EU, ma'am...'

Andrew complained in his heart, but he couldn't say something like this that could cover up his lie.

"Yes, it's a formal invitation. I'll take the transcript as well. You can take your luggage back to your room and rest. I've had someone clean the room, so it should be fine. The only problem is the owl... Well, at least it can catch some mice. The conditions have improved recently, and mice have started to come."

The conditions have indeed improved a lot. There were few rats in this place before...

Andrew nodded and said goodbye to Mrs. Camille, leaving the authentic transcript behind and began walking towards his own little room.

"Let's go, Qiangwei. I'll let you fly around when we get back."

"Goooo!"

Rose cried out with joy, which made Andrew regret again - he should have let this guy fly back by himself with a cage and owl food when he was in London. Instead, he was unhappy that he didn't fly this time!
When I opened the door of the room, there was still the small table and a pile of messy books.

The sheets and pillows were washed though - which was good, couldn't have asked for anything more.

Andrew opened the box, lifted up the camouflage clothes, groped in the small bag at the bottom that had been expanded seamlessly, flipped open the information on brain occlusion, then lightly touched the cover with his wand, turning it into a mathematics reference book.

'German in the morning, Occlumency studies in the afternoon.'

"Also, I need to get some real textbooks. I just found this loophole when I got back, but one or two will be enough..."

"You don't have to study today. Just distribute snacks and gifts first..."

That’s about it?

He thought it over, packed his books again, put the snacks on the table, and lay down on the bed.

'Take a day off, and then snacks will be distributed automatically.'

He thought happily.

Then there was a knock on the door.

"It's not locked. Come in by yourself and pass out the candies and snacks."

He shouted towards the door - several children rushed in, thanked him happily, and ran away with snacks in their hands.

"Slow down, no one is competing with you!"

He half straightened up, shouted something, and then continued to lie down.