This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 33 He is CPUing me!

Although the experience just now could be described as hell, Andrew wrote his paper unusually smoothly - if the manuscript had not been completed, he would almost think that he had produced some garbage.

But tonight was destined to be restless, because when Andrew was contentedly preparing to stretch his body and look for some books that interested him, Madam Pince made an unusually dissatisfied sound at the door of the library.

"Who messed with Myrtle again?"

After hearing something like this, Andrew saw Madam Pince leave angrily. He had nothing to do anyway, so he gave up looking for a book and followed her with many students who were watching the fun.

"Oh… God…"

Hearing a student's sigh, Andrew realized that there was water accumulating in the corridor and it was even spreading to the library. Madam Pince was waving her wand and large amounts of dirty water disappeared.

"That's strange. I made sure I turned off the tap again... Well, maybe the ghost is not convinced..."

As Madam Pince pushed forward, the sewage was finally contained. Although Andrew had nothing to do with the case, he still felt a little guilty so he picked up his schoolbag in advance and went back to his own lounge obediently.

-

"Cuckoo..."

"Shut up, Rose..."

Andrew rolled over, warning his owl - but to no avail.

He woke up a little and shouted again, but it was no use - only then did he realize that the call was not from his owl.

"Whose owl is this? Take care of it. Didn't I tell you yesterday to go to the owl shed in advance and tell them not to visit before eight o'clock? This is the first weekend!"

He mumbled half awake and half dazed, got up when no one claimed him, and then found four guys standing at the window calling out.

"All right…"

Andrew fished out the owl food and opened the window to put it in.

Soon, everyone was allocated one, except for the one at the bedside of Hughes.

"Well, no complaints."

Andrew happily opened the one to find his and unfolded the letter.

The letter came from the club - Ham, the leader of a small group that the club he joined was divided into. He wrote to tell him that the seniors would go to Hogsmeade village on the weekend (the senior specifically explained that this was a resort only open to seniors), and that he would bring him some food when he came back in the afternoon, and wished him a happy weekend at Hogwarts.

"I heard that you are also interested in Quidditch. I have said hello to the captain of the house team over there. You can watch them practice. Just say my name..."

...

He is CPUing me!

Andrew immediately noticed something was wrong - if it was just for these things, they could have notified him last night instead...

He glanced at his watch and saw it was only half past six.

Confirmed, intentional!
Who is a good person who would send an owl to deliver mail before 6:30 on weekends!!!

Without prior notice, how many freshmen would not stay in bed?
I asked about the letters from other roommates, and it was pretty much the same - the seniors in the club were going to Hogsmeade, so I was going to bring them some food. If they had any special needs, I could go back and ask them to buy it...

Although he knew it was him from the ICU, Andrew still followed the others and replied politely, saying that he didn't need anything for the time being, and claimed that if he needed anything, he would ask the respected senior for help first...

"Why are yours different from ours, Andrew!"

"Why were you invited to watch the training of the college team?"

Almost all of his roommates expressed their feelings after Andrew replied and compared the information with them - this made Andrew stunned for a moment. No, although he could tell that Quidditch was special from the way the club was organized, was it really that exaggerated?

He didn't understand - but he had no intention of refutation. Instead, he planned to learn more about this so-called Quidditch sport. Since everyone likes it, he has to pretend even if he is not interested... 'This is the helplessness of an adult office worker...'

"Okay, since you asked, I'll go and plead and see if I can go watch it together - just don't disturb their training."

After adding the request in the letter, he entrusted the very capable owl to deliver the letter, and it didn't take long to get a response.

It was pretty much as he expected, his request was approved, but they could only watch and not ask questions or do anything else that would disrupt the training rhythm.

-

"That's the one…"

"Yep…"

"And there's the Snitch - if you catch it, the game ends and you get 150 points!"

After watching the training for two hours, Andrew had a preliminary understanding of the rules of Quidditch, including the number of players, the ball, the playing methods, and even a large number of violations.

After his roommates confirmed that he really didn't understand the rules and was not pretending to amuse them, they almost pulled Andrew aside and forced him to learn the rules.

And Andrew, as always, played the role of a good listener and memorized the rules.

"Flying..."

He looked at the court with the same envy as everyone else, but his focus was on the broomsticks - elegant and gorgeous.

Well, although some of the brooms were described by his roommates as "old models and poorly maintained", Andrew was still very interested.

Being able to fly, and to control the flight by oneself, even if it requires a broom, is already very, very magical.

Several uses came to his mind. This thing looks easy to use...

'Casting spells while riding a broomstick...'

'Running for your life on a broomstick...'

'Making a makeshift broom...'

"Use that, yes, the traceless expansion spell, and carry a broom with you..."

Such speculation made Andrew and his roommates look very enthusiastic, and everyone felt that the environment was great.

In such an enthusiastic environment, they even forgot to eat breakfast.

But the good times didn't last long. At around 9:30, a group of uninvited guests came to the Quidditch field. They were a group of freshmen with sad faces but who looked down on each other.

"The Quidditch pitch needs to be tended to... We will give you one more day of training time next week."

A gray-haired witch communicated with the Ravenclaw team and began to dispatch the students.

"Oh my god. These are the first-year students of half the academy who have been arrested..."

"Go, go, go," Andrew lowered his voice, "I don't want them to vent their anger on me - let them solve it themselves."

The five of them slipped away quietly, and the melon eaters had to stand in a safe area.

Soon, the few people who returned to the lounge to fill their stomachs found out what had happened.

Last night, two inexperienced colleges were reported by the paintings - the inexperienced ones discussed how to deal with each other in the corridor, and then Mr. Filch and his cat became famous.

(End of this chapter)