This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 315 Daily Prophet

"It's really beautiful. The style at Hogwarts is a little different from ours, but I like it very much."

After waiting for an entire afternoon, Nina was finally happy to have finished her dress - compared to this new dress, the wasted time was not so terrible.

"As long as you like me," Sirius tried not to show his impatience. After all, the other party was a rare adventurer friend. He had basically cut off all social contacts after entering Azkaban, and there were not many people of his age in Hogwarts.

"Well, what a rare opportunity. I can't remember to wear a dress after leaving school."

Nina was a little happy. "By the way, you have been thinking about something since you left school. Can you tell me about it?"

"what?"

"Ah, what? It's too obvious, almost written on his face. Don't underestimate the perception of adventurers."

"I'm just wondering, how can you communicate so naturally with Andrew," Sirius said without hiding it. "We are so familiar with each other that most of the time we just greet each other by name, and there's never been a situation like that."

"Is it weird? Just think of him as a professor. He's almost the same as a professor anyway." Nina shook her head. "No, even professors are not as outrageous as him. After coming out of Dumbledore's office, he got all the professors in the school to work."

"That's not what I'm asking!"

"What I'm asking is, how on earth can you get along with him naturally after bribing him?"

Sirius was a little upset, but he couldn't say it directly.
Can students who run to Professor McGonagall's office every day be considered ordinary students?

Even Gryffindor has never produced such an outrageous student. That student must be a prefect or the president of the student union!

Remus didn't run that hard in the beginning!

"The most important thing is that I can't beat him. Should I take risks? If I don't have enough strength, I have to be more defensive. Overestimating one's own abilities is a taboo in taking risks. I have to learn how to judge."

Nina shook her head. "That's it anyway. Just relax. Don't be so rigid. Learn to be more flexible."

Knowing that he couldn't get to a place, Sirius gave up.

Anyway, there are plenty of stories about adventurers.

The Knight Bus returned to Hogsmeade and then back to school - a little more expensive, but much more respectable.

Then the two of them suffered a serious blow at school.

"Ah, you're back!"

Professor Adams saw the two on the road and waved happily, "You all know the good news - you finally don't have to wear a formal dress. That thing really makes people feel uncomfortable."

"No need to--wear a dress?"

Sirius looked at Adams in surprise, since they were all going to the Great Hall to eat anyway, so it was just on the way.

"Yes, the latest notice is that I have to pay attention to facial expression management and pretend that the minister is visiting unexpectedly. But that's easier. I just need to stay in the greenhouse and not come out. If the minister visits, I can just introduce the new lighting system. That's so easy..."

Adams looked pleased - it was quite a pain to squeeze his bulk into the tuxedo, and he didn't like the mess of waiting in the tuxedo.

"That is, all professors do not need to prepare formal wear?"

"Of course, otherwise how can you say it's the minister's sudden visit?"

Adams waved his hand, "You should also pay attention to your acting skills to avoid being dragged to work."

It was not until they were almost at the Great Hall that Sirius finally found an excuse to go back to the office and separate from Adams.

"I'm going to cast a curse."

"Learn to adapt!"

"No, I'm going to put a curse on him and make him dance in the auditorium for an hour!"

"Learn to judge strength. You said it yourself!"

"Relax!"

"I can't be at ease. I want to duel with that Taylor!"

"Use your adventurer's mentality and judgment!"

"I changed my career!" But in the end, Sirius managed to calm down the furious Nina and advised her to return to her room to calm down first.

However, there was a deviation along the way.

The two met Andrew in the corridor.

Nina almost immediately reached for her wand.

But Andrew's voice sounded at the same time.

"We're back a little late, Professor Nina and Professor Black. But luckily we're back in time. Hurry up and change into your dress so I can see if it fits you."

Their eyes widened.

"Don't waste time. I've been busy all day," Andrew leaned against the wall. "If there's anything that's not appropriate, fix it immediately. At least make it more elegant."

"But the dress?"

"It's the formal attire. You two will wear formal attire to accompany me to receive Minister Fudge tomorrow. It will give me some confidence. After all, none of the deans are here, and it's not appropriate for Headmaster Dumbledore to be here."

"An audience with the Minister?"

"if not?"

Andrew had the look I had been prepared for—even though he had only considered the loophole in his own arrangements half an hour ago.

"Ah, I'll get ready now."

Sirius quickly ran back to his office, while Nina returned to her office in a bit of confusion to change into her dress.

"It's OK, not rude. It was not right when Fudge came..."

Andrew complained inwardly but did not comment on the dress.

You can't expect Sirius to be uglier, right?

That face was a bit too prominent in the welcoming team, but it had to be shown, after all, it was the product of Fudge's decree.

But Harry didn't need to do that - it was already strange enough to have a student in the team, and it would probably be a big problem to persuade that person to participate. He was not Professor McGonagall, so he couldn't be called upon.

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"Merlin's beard."

Mrs. Weasley glanced at the Daily Prophet and nearly stood up from the table.

"What happened, Mom?"

Fred came over enthusiastically. Halfway through the holiday, although their grades were a bit bad, they were not as outrageous as in previous years. With the help of time, their mother-son relationship improved again.

"Is this Percy's classmate?"

"Yes," George on the side looked at the photo, "That's him, Andrew. Does the suit look formal?"

"There's more than just this one," Mrs. Weasley shook her head, "He's only in the third year?"

"He's only in his third year," Fred corrected him. "Let me see - Minister Fudge suddenly visited Hogwarts and, accompanied by professors and student representatives, visited the school laboratories... Oh, Merlin's beard. He published a paper at the end of last semester. Isn't he going to occupy a laboratory of his own this semester?"

"paper?"

Mrs. Weasley looked at Fred. "Why haven't I heard you say that?"

"Ah, it's not important, Mom. Look here, that's Harry's godfather Sirius. This, is this our new professor? Ah, it seems to be - a former adventurer? Is he the professor of Anti-Dark Arts? What is this for?"

He successfully changed the subject.

'Saved.'

Fred and George looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)