This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 344: Fifty-two Memories and Accidents (continued during the holiday, just took the time to write)
If it weren't for Dumbledore's request this time, Andrew would have forgotten the battle with Mundungus long ago.

Although the opponent was an adult wizard after all, Andrew really didn't want to admit that this was his first battle with an adult wizard - it was too embarrassing to have a wizard who attacked a student as his opponent...

But since Dumbledore had made the request, he naturally reviewed the battle in full - reorganizing memories was one of the functions of Legilimency, but most wizards had forgotten it.

"It's strange... I was so angry at the time, but now that I think about it, a wizard of this level would do something like this..."

But now is obviously not the time to discuss doubts. We have to wait until Dumbledore finishes reading it.

"Tyler, there's a Pensieve in that cabinet over there."

"No, Minerva, we all need to see it," Dumbledore stopped Professor McGonagall, "Student Andrew, please go to my office and bring the Pensieve over."

watch together?

As Andrew ran towards Dumbledore's office, he wondered whether his fight was shameful or not - it was too outrageous, it was simply a three-court trial!

Even NEWTs exams don’t require such a luxurious group of examiners!
"Fortunately, the fight wasn't too embarrassing... Here we go, what's the password for this week?"

"Honey lemonade."

The stone beast opened the door, and when he stepped into the inner room, the principals on the wall looked at him and then looked away - old acquaintances, no fun.

The Sorting Hat on the side was quite happy. "The opening performance was a great success. Well done, Taylor."

That's Rabindranath Tagore's poem. How dare you copy it...

"I didn't contribute anything, I just made a simple trip, if I can help in any way that would be great."

He answered the Sorting Hat while politely asking, "Also, I need your help sir. I want to know where the Pensieve is. The Headmaster asked me to take it out."

"Penney? No problem, it's on the shelf over there," the Sorting Hat pointed with the tip of its hat, "but I have something interesting to share with you!"

You're telling jokes when the fire is burning? Why don't you go play Gwent?
But Andrew couldn't tell anyone about such a big thing as someone escaping from Azkaban - it was Dumbledore's turn to inform, so he had to keep his mouth shut.

But the principals present obviously knew what the hat was going to say, and several of the usually lively principals began to laugh.

"Albus secretly wrote an anonymous letter to Magic Legends Magazine, apparently asking for a new chapter in the legend!"

The Sorting Hat shouted, its tone cheerful.

The principals also laughed, and the whole office was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

If it weren't for the emotional control of the brain block technique, Andrew would definitely be so shocked that he would be speechless.

Fortunately, he practiced seriously - even when facing the current scene, he could try his best to keep an expression of wanting to laugh but trying hard to control himself from laughing.

Then he acted embarrassed, said his last words hastily, and ran away with the Pensieve.

'What the hell is going on?'

Andrew really didn't know what to say. This first day of school was too thrilling - first there was the prison break, and then there was the bizarre request for updates.

The most important thing is that he really doesn't know what Dumbledore's request for update means, and what the Sorting Hat's reminder means!
"Whatever, just live your life as it should be."

Andrew gave up thinking about this unpleasant detail no matter how he thought about it, and tried to divert his attention elsewhere, such as to the Pensieve in his hand.

He had some knowledge of this thing when he was learning Legilimency, but unlike the metal basin described in the information, the one placed in Dumbledore's office was a stone basin, without those gorgeous gems, but it was clearly engraved with runes and another language that Andrew did not recognize. 'Without a doubt, it was made by goblins.'

Andrew used his not-so-great identification skills to put his worries aside, adjusted his mood, and returned to Professor McGonagall's office.

Bob was still guarding the door. Andrew greeted him, made up his mind, and pushed the door open.

"came back?"

Dumbledore had a smile on his face, "So what are we waiting for, why don't we start our adventure?"

Without waiting for Andrew to say anything, the professor tapped the meditation basin. A solution rose up, and the bottle containing his memories flew up and automatically poured into the basin. As the memories slowly floated, images slowly appeared on the meditation basin.

"What are you waiting for?" Dumbledore looked at everyone. "It's time to see what's wrong with Mundungus."

"I don't think there's anything wrong with him," Professor Snape said with his usual sarcasm, "He fits in naturally with Azkaban, just like someone else."

"It's a shame that that person didn't go in," Professor Black said as he was the first to plunge into his memories, not giving Professor Snape a chance to refute.

Next came Professor McGonagall, whose expression was steady - the professor was obviously used to it.

Then came Professor Snape, Andrew and Headmaster Dumbledore.

When Andrew went in, his memory had already started turning - it was the first time he had followed his own movements from such a perspective, and the sensation was quite strange.

"Honestly, the perspective is a bit short," Sirius looked very detached, "Is this Hogsmeade at Easter time? Yes, obviously."

"No one here needs your lame explanation," Professor Snape frowned, "Is that it? Is Mundungus as brainless as someone else?"

But there was no doubt that it had not—for Andrew had seen the corner where the attack would take place.

Mundungus' figure appeared, but Andrew still couldn't tell what method he used to control the rope.

Obviously, although most of the scenes were filled in by complementary memories, he couldn't imagine what he didn't know.

'The next thing was, discover, counterattack, I was even restricted in the first place.'

He used the Shield Charm to block the attack, then the Disarming Charm failed, and then he used Transfiguration to target it.

If he remembered correctly, that was it.

The memory was also carried out in the same way - Professor Snape even mocked his poor disarming spell, but soon said nothing more. Instead, the professor nodded at his Transfiguration, obviously thinking it was acceptable.

But just as Mundungus paused his transfiguring sand attack, Dumbledore suddenly stopped the flow of memories.

"what is this?"

Dumbledore pointed to a bright spot, and Andrew's eyes widened at the same time.

He had been so focused on the battle that he had completely ignored it - but he had seen it, and the Pensieve had brought the memory back to life.

Although he had never seen this thing, he had a very bad guess, and this guess, combined with the jailbreak news, was undoubtedly very likely to be true...

(End of this chapter)