This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 334 Busy Night

The tactic of putting the blame on someone else was both successful and effective. Anyway, Andrew was very happy to see Professor Nina's somewhat dull eyes.

But just when he thought everything was over and was about to return happily to his common room, he was intercepted by Sirius who came rushing over.

"Ah, hoo-hoo-there you are, Andrew."

Sirius was running out of breath, with a bit of panic in his eyes.

"What happened?" Andrew suddenly became nervous from his previous relaxation - it was only the first day of school, what kind of accident could make this professor who had even been to Azkaban so anxious?
"Professor Binns... oops, Professor Binns is leaving!"

what?
Andrew was stunned for a moment. He felt relieved but even a little resentful at the same time - No, didn’t we confirm this last year?
Besides, your designated study project for the summer vacation was arranged by Professor Binns, and it’s just for vacation.

"Then prepare a farewell party and send the professor off. I'll prepare it after class tomorrow morning."

Andrew was in no hurry at all - first he was ordered to intimidate the students, and then he was demonstrated with the time-turner by the professor. Now he wanted to go back and chat with his roommates and go to bed early.

"It's too late, the professor has to leave now!"

"Too late?"

Andrew's eyes widened, confirming that he had heard correctly, "We are leaving now? It's the middle of the night, where can I find the right person to see Professor Binns off - and why at night?"

"The professor said that the daytime belongs to the living and the nighttime belongs to the ghosts. This is the best time to travel."

What the hell - what kind of theory is this? Ghosts in the school don’t hide in the daytime.

"I really can't help it."

Andrew spread his hands - on the first day of school, it was difficult to even find students, let alone notify other professors to come and see him off.

If he gets crazy and asks another professor to come over, he can eat the scoring hourglass if Ravenclaw's scores are not at the bottom this school year.

"There's no good way to inform Professor McGonagall," Andrew sighed and began to think about whether there was any other way to deal with it.

But obviously, not every problem has a solution.

Just when Andrew spread his hands and was ready to give up, a head fell from the ceiling, with a somewhat puzzled voice, "Ah, good evening, school starts today, what trouble have you encountered here - ah, it's Andrew!"

The head's tone was somewhat joyful, "Aren't you going back to the lounge at this hour?"

This voice - sounds a little familiar.

Andrew tilted his head to take a look and found that the head that had fallen down and was still tilted slightly belonged to a familiar ghost - Nick, whose head had been lost.

"Good evening, Nick."

Andrew thought of an idea that might work, "What are you doing tonight?"

"It's the first day of school, I should be more active," Nick slowly leaned down from the ceiling and landed on the ground, "I've been thinking about this for a while, and I'm contacting my friends now to see if I can give directions to lost freshmen."

"Except for Gryffindor, how many freshmen would run around on the first day? The aftereffects of the ritual magic and the fatigue of the day have accumulated, and their brains are not clear, so they just want to sleep. Even those swindlers take advantage of the freshmen's poor brains to cheat people..."

"How's the effect?"

He couldn't help but ask a question that he shouldn't have asked.

"I coached five people, but only scared two of them to tears!"

...

Is Peeves your captain?

Andrew couldn't help but complain in his heart, but he looked a little embarrassed. "Although I'm a little disturbing to your work, can I ask you for a favor?"

"Help? Of course, I'd be happy to."

Good old Nick grabbed the head and looked extremely excited.

... "Farewell... Well, there is no problem with Professor Binns' words. Although I don't think he will like it, you living people always care about strange ceremonies. Then get ready. I'll be ready soon."

After listening to their story, Nick held his head and went to call for help, while Andrew, who was relieved, prepared to report to Professor McGonagall - other professors were fine, but it was impossible that the vice-president woke up from a sleep and a professor ran away, right?

"I'll go report to the professor first and be right back."

Andrew said something hurriedly and left.

Behind him, Professor Nina nodded seriously, "Well, even ghosts are within the scope of management. I have to admit that I still underestimated it."

"I admit it, Professor Nina."

Sirius nodded, "Are you going to see Professor Binns off?"

"Can I?"

Her eyes widened. "I don't even know Professor Binns, let alone work with him. Is it inappropriate to say farewell?"

"The Professor doesn't care about that," Sirius was certain.

In fact, he suspected that the professor did not care about the so-called farewell - but the professor should still be given more time to say farewell. It didn't matter if he didn't know him, because Professor Binns was a little face-blind anyway.

-

"Professor Black, you've taken up too much time."

When Andrew and his companions, led by Professor McGonagall, almost reached Professor Binns' office, Professor Binns was already getting impatient.

"Professor Binns, you should have told me in advance, but I just got the news ten minutes ago."

Professor McGonagall's tone contained some complaints, but more of it was helplessness.

"I'm not resigning, I'm just going on a simple vacation - I should have started last year, but ended up delaying it for a while."

Professor Binns sighed - he was carrying a transparent briefcase, but Andrew couldn't see what was inside.

"Can you come back in a year, Professor Binns?"

Professor McGonagall asked tentatively - if a year was considered a short delay, then the time span was extremely large.

"It probably won't be enough," Professor Binns sighed, "I have a lot of questions that I need to check out. I'm not going to die anyway, I just want to find out the truth. I haven't left for too long, and my eyes and ears have been deceived."

Which professor doesn’t need a year’s leave?

"You have to come back on time, Professor. Hogwarts needs you."

"Of course," Professor Binns said matter-of-factly, "I promised to include Professor Black in the school history and give a perfect summary of his life."

Andrew thought Sirius's expression must be not very good - but there was no reason to complain about it, because Professor Binns really did that.

"Who is this?"

Professor Binns looked at Professor Nina for a while, then thought about it and finally chose to give up.

"Is there too much I can remember? I didn't see her at Hogwarts."

"This is the new professor, Professor Martin, Nina Martin."

Professor McGonagall gave a brief introduction.

"Oh, yes, there are also those two schools. They were shabby back then. I have to go take a look at them this time. The last time I went there was a long, long time ago."

Andrew saw Professor Nina clench her fists, but he couldn't refute a word - the professor who had been dead for a long time was really too willful.

(End of this chapter)