This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 317 The Professor's Return

August 9th.

When Andrew climbed out of his bed comfortably, he was in a very good mood.

He has been sleeping in the lounge for a week!

Congratulations, congratulations.

But what is more worthy of joy is that today's magic power has grown very rapidly - both in theory and when one calms down and carefully perceives it.

'Just go to the office for a quick look, then don't study, and keep a good rest.'

He thought so, then stretched comfortably - to celebrate, he rested in bed for two more hours.

When he was not dressed he saw a small pile of presents.

But don't rush, take your time.

The first one—well, Hal's.

It was a big thick notebook, but when I opened it, it turned out to be filled with newspaper cutouts.

The news Andrew reported yesterday is posted on the latest page.

'Is there more ahead?'

He flipped the page forward out of curiosity - the previous page was what Adventurer Weekly said about his Iron Armor Spell.

The next one above is a brief mention of his award in the Daily Prophet at the end of last school year, and there is not even a photo.

And the first thing is the full text of the paper he published.

"I always feel ashamed. I feel like Lockhart."

But there is no doubt that Hal prepared this gift with great care.

There is also a sticky note.

"I will take notes seriously. Haha, if I can't make a living in the future, I will write gossip about you!"

You boy!
Andrew cursed with a smile, then put the gift away - at the bottom of the box. Oh my god, how embarrassing.

The next order was a large box of matcha ice cream.

I don't know what kind of magic insulation it used, it didn't melt when I opened it.

This is Bell's kid.

Andrew unceremoniously took a large spoonful - his cooking skills were surprisingly good.

But after looking at the label, it’s not surprising. It’s a local specialty…

He said that there was no such a skilled person in Ravenclaw, especially that guy Bell!
The next package, a specimen, came from Huffman.

'The claws of the most terrible monster I encountered on my first adventure!'

That's what the note said.

But Andrew didn't recognize it - he was going to show it to Hagrid for identification later.

……

There were quite a lot of gifts, and it took quite a while to open them - it made me happy.

“The last three.”

Andrew opened the first one, this one from Percy.

A book called "How Prefects Gain Power".

???

I'll never be a prefect, Percy.

Even if the Dean got so angry that he got me into trouble, Professor McGonagall would fight back - the prefects of Ravenclaw have to work for the Dean, and Professor McGonagall will not let them go.

Besides, power and stuff...

Andrew shook his head and stuffed the book Percy sent him into the most useless box - if someone else gave him this thing, he would have just thrown it away as trash.

Next one.

Andrew unpacked the package.

Two dozen fine quills - from Dumbledore.

The headmaster wrote on the label that he hoped he could make further progress in his studies, but Andrew felt that it was Dumbledore who wanted him to do more work.

"I can't afford to offend you. Whatever the principal says is what I will do..."

Andrew carefully opened the last one.

Is this a banned book?
I've heard of it before - at least it's a banned book in the field of Transfiguration, something that even the Hogwarts Library doesn't have.

From, Professor McGonagall?
Andrew glanced at the note, felt relieved, and put it away.

He would wait for the professor's instructions - it was an ancient and dangerous art of Transfiguration, and he would not dare to touch it without the professor's permission.

'The demolition is done, and it's time to go out to work!'

Andrew, feeling like he was on vacation, took small steps towards Professor McGonagall's office.

But unexpectedly, the professor was sitting in his office, looking through the documents of the past few days.

"Professor, are you back?"

"Well, the negotiations didn't go too smoothly and we stayed for two more days, but we still got a good result."

As Professor McGonagall spoke, she motioned for Andrew to close the door - after all, it was still in the confidentiality stage, and although it had been roughly decided, he still had to be cautious.

"It has been decided. The time is next year."

"Are you so anxious?"

"Yeah, if it's any later Krum will have graduated and Karkaroff will go crazy."

The professor was even joking - you could tell she was in a very good mood after she made the deal.

"But I'm afraid I'll have to wrong you."

Professor McGonagall shook her head.

"I?"

"Yes, you," Professor McGonagall looked at Andrew, "it's a competition that happens every four years, but you can't catch up. If it starts next year, you will miss it."

"Next year, you will not be inferior to any student. No, your Transfiguration skills can completely crush them all and easily win the championship. But it is too dangerous, too dangerous - you still know how the last Triwizard Tournament ended, right?"

"I remember," Andrew replied seriously, "there was a serious accident."

"Yes, so no one wants minors to participate this time - the selection of the Goblet of Fire is too uncertain. It chooses the student it thinks is the strongest as the champion, but no one can be sure who the selected one is."

"Yeah, unless it's like that guy, yeah, fake Moody, but what was his name exactly? I can't remember, damn speedrunner..."

Seeing that Andrew remained silent, Professor McGonagall continued to add.

"I'm not sure if you would become a warrior if the age limit was lifted, but if the other junior students, such as Miss Granger or the higher first-year students, were chosen, they would be sent to their deaths."

"I quite understand, Professor."

Andrew said seriously.

"This is the first tournament after the restart and we have to make sure there are no problems. Compared to the possibility of me being selected, I hope the tournament can go on stably, which is more beneficial."

"That's the Triwizard Tournament trophy."

Professor McGonagall herself was a little excited when she spoke about it.

"I think if I save time and work harder on Transfiguration I could get a Merlin badge or something, Professor."

Andrew joked.

"The fourth grade is still too far away, right? At least the fifth grade? No, considering the exams, it's better to study it comprehensively in the sixth grade."

Professor, it's just a joke, don't take it seriously!
"Then let's settle it like this. After confirming this, we can continue the discussion."

"Ah."

"By the way, today is your birthday, don't work, just have a good rest."

"That's what I was planning, Professor."

"Come tomorrow and start your Transfiguration course on time. Read the book after you've studied it - it is forbidden to be distributed in any way, including your notes."

The professor added with a serious expression.

"I'll keep it safe."

"Well, okay, go down and rest, there's nothing else to do."

"I will, Professor."

Andrew left and closed the door gently.

"The Triwizard Tournament," Andrew sighed, "Fourth graders versus seventh graders. The professor overestimates me. I won't get involved."

He has set the flag for himself, and now he has it safe!
(End of this chapter)