This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 3 You always have to pay back if you come out to fool around

"Minerva McGonagall?"

Andrew was stunned. He seemed a little familiar with the name, but he was not quite sure. After all, Mag was not a rare surname.

'I'll think about this name separately later, but for now I'll deal with the school I apply to first.'

There was no way. Although the remuneration was not bad, the money was really hot - he didn't know enough about the laws in the UK. To be exact, no one in the entire orphanage knew much about the law.

There are indeed professional writers in the public information, but he still feels a little guilty about whether minors who participate in the creation will be censored or even taken to special schools. How can ordinary people understand the relevant knowledge in this area?

If it is really a special school, how did it pass the inspection?
Put the blame on someone else for being the author?
He believed that there were people willing to take the blame, but the haste would lead to some financial problems afterwards - because the pen name had been established, his royalties were still considerable.

It is too difficult to find reliable people. The children in the orphanage do not need to maintain confidentiality, and the other people in the orphanage can only do their best not to ask questions for the sake of the money. Let them bear this reputation, forget it.

If you can find someone outside...

Wait...Andrew suddenly realized what a misunderstanding he had made.

Why should he be afraid of special schools?
There are nothing but a group of managers and a group of students over there. Even now, according to his research on "telekinesis", he will not suffer any loss among the students. As for the managers, if the other party is not a scumbag, there is nothing to be afraid of. If the other party is a scumbag, then the profit generated by his manuscripts will make the other party change someone. As for the other party being even more scumbag - sorry, in that case he doesn't know which will come first, the accident or tomorrow.

In that case, he has nothing to worry about.

Come on.
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"Three months ago, the accepted pen wrote..."

Minerva McGonagall walked on the road that looked like it had not been maintained for a long time, and took a last look at the names on the list.

All children in the entire British wizarding world are tested by the Pen of Acceptance when they are born, and this test is continued until they are twelve years old. The Pen of Acceptance will not be allowed to write the child's name on the Book of Admission until the child shows sufficient talent.

If there are no special restrictions, the child will receive an admission letter from Hogwarts. If the child is from a Muggle family, a Hogwarts professor will visit him/her personally.

This is the admission procedure of Hogwarts. The Book of Admission and the Pen of Acceptance have been in operation since the founding of the school by the Big Four, and Hogwarts has never admitted anyone who is not on the list in the Book of Admission.

"The fact that they didn't attract any staff from the Ministry of Magic shows that the signs of magic produced by the other party were not very obvious... But fortunately, we still managed to catch up..."

Professor McGonagall was even somewhat happy for that student - if magical powers were displayed beyond the age of twelve, even a wizarding family would not be able to receive a good education, and it might even result in a student dropping out of school and becoming a Squib for life.

Considering that he lives in a Muggle society, if he does not enter Hogwarts, he may never have any contact with magic in his life.

"Here it is," she looked at the old wooden sign. In front of her was a remote yard surrounded by high fences, and in the middle of the fence was an old building.

As Professor McGonagall knocked on the door, she was quickly led into the hall by a woman in an apron.

"Are you Ms. McGonagall?"

Mrs. Camille, who hurried over, was holding a willow branch that looked quite strong. Judging from the degree of damage on its skin, it was obvious that a lucky person had had a close contact with it not long ago.

"Yes, Mrs. Camille, I wrote yesterday to explain why I came. I came for Andrew Taylor." "Okay, please come this way."

When Mrs. Camille stretched out her hand, she realized that she had not had time to put down the willow branch in her hand. She looked at what was in her hand and let the willow branch drop.

"I'm sorry, I was a little too rushed today, but those boys are more naughty than I thought." She sighed, "The maids are too gentle. There always needs to be someone who scares them."

"Indeed," Professor McGonagall nodded, her expression becoming somewhat helpless, "They always make some unimaginable mistakes."

The atmosphere between the two of them suddenly became less strange. In a harmonious atmosphere, Professor McGonagall was led to a fairly tidy office - but whether it was the mismatched furniture or the simple decoration, everything revealed the owner's poverty.

"Please take a seat, Ms. Mag. You said you came here for little Andrew, but as far as I know, he has not applied to any school. I have just written the recommendation letter for the school he wants to apply for."

"Of course, he didn't apply, but our school found that he had some of the qualities we were looking for, so I came to invite him to study at our school."

"Your school?"

Ms. Camille looked at Professor McGonagall across from her with a scrutinizing eye.

"Yes, our school. I'm a professor."

"So," Ms. Camille's eyes became sharp, "what kind of school is that?"

"The name of the school is Hogwarts, and we specialize in recruiting students with special qualities."

"I think this is totally unnecessary," Ms. Camille's tone turned cold. "Little Andrew is an excellent child. Although he is too old to be adopted, he is...well-educated and well-educated. He will study well in a public middle school and then enter a good university, and live up to everyone's expectations."

"So, I won't agree to him going to a special school, Professor McGonagall," Ms. Camille said firmly, "Please go back."

Professor McGonagall was a little surprised, but she quickly took out a blank piece of parchment, tapped it lightly, and handed it to Madam Camille.

“It’s not a special school, and it has formal processes and procedures?”

Madame Camille examined the blank parchment as if it were stamped with many seals.

“This is…”

She hesitated and said, "It seems that your Hogwarts is indeed a formal and qualified school, so let little Andrew make the decision himself."

This was a little beyond Professor McGonagall's expectations, but she wanted to meet the other party in person anyway - because of the other party's background, she needed to take him to Diagon Alley to get him familiar with the wizarding world, and she also needed to take him to buy all the necessary books and a wand, and provide him with a ticket for the Hogwarts Express.

"Then go ahead ma'am, I think he'll like Hogwarts."

(End of this chapter)