This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 346: Another Escaper (Sorry, the holiday will be extended for two more days)
"I `m coming out?"

"Who am I?"

In the secluded woods, Peter, with dirty and messy hair, pressed his head with a distorted face.

He couldn't remember, he really couldn't remember, he just felt that it was time to run - and then he ran out.

He didn't like that dark place at all, and the inexplicable and illogical curses and hatred from the people around him gave him a headache.

He didn't understand why, and whenever he started to think he would get a headache - the pain had been with him since he opened his eyes in that dark house.

But escaping was easier than he thought. After the group of people and the gray skin started to get into chaos, he easily turned into a mouse and slipped out.

But then what?

Then what to do?

"What are you going there for... No, the grass roots over there look sweet."

He was a little hungry, so he started to dig up the plants on the ground with his hands and teeth.

After chewing for a long time, he finally satisfied his stomach briefly, and then he began to think about this problem again.

'The forests of Albania...'

The place popped up in his mind and then stayed there, as if he had thought about it countless times before.

'But why not?'

He began to think again, but the pain came back - as if someone had done something to his brain.

This made him give up thinking - and those grass roots didn't seem to be as filling as he thought. When hunger came, he was stunned, and his body began to shrink rapidly, and a mouse appeared in its place.

After its dull eyes turned a few times, the mouse began to stagger forward.

-

"here we go again…"

In the forest of Albany, a shapeless black shadow kept twisting and struggling, but it still couldn't resist the wisps of black air that were peeling off from its body.

The possessed snake underground had already lost its life and lay limply there without a trace of life.

'Is that Albus guy?'

A horrible thought popped into my mind, as usual, but this time it couldn't be dispelled like before.

Because the loss of strength is becoming more and more serious, especially this time, there is no sign of stopping at all.

He previously felt that living in such a humble state, possessed by a snake and like a ghost, was humiliating enough, but was even such a way of life a luxury?
'last year…'

Unpleasant memories surfaced - ever since he had returned from his humble life with severe injuries, he had been unable to do anything but stay here half-dead. But it didn't take long before his strength began to drain away, but it soon stopped.

He originally thought it was an illusion caused by the serious injury, but now it seems that it is definitely a conspiracy of that old man Albus!

That's right!

The old fox who had set a trap for him at school, the old fellow who had used the Philosopher's Stone as bait!
'How could you kill me? I am immortal!'

He tried hard to gather up his little strength and used his lifelong magical training to fight against this damn curse.

He has resisted for a long time and will never give in!
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"For the sake of freedom and the press, I will never give in!"

When Andrew went back to class as requested by the professor, the first thing he heard when he entered the greenhouse was Hal talking about love and freedom.

"That's great... Campus life, just for this person who lost his nose, he should die completely." He silently adjusted his mentality and suppressed the matter, "That's right, Hal, I support your opinion infinitely in terms of concept."

"Also, when I came back just now, I saw the prefect blocking the entrance to the greenhouse."

He added in a low voice, speeding up the processing of the plants in his hands.

"Doorway?"

"Yes, at the door. It doesn't look very happy." Andrew nimbly dodged the creature that was about to bite him because of discomfort and stuffed it into the basin. "I hope you didn't say anything terrible."

"I'm done," Hal said desperately, "Taylor, will you save me?"

"You were asking for trouble yesterday, and you said something stupid today... It's normal for the class leader to hang you at the door of the lounge..."

Andrew looked at Hal with disdain, "You can't be saved, just wait to die, we will bring you a blanket."

Although today's emergency seems serious, Dumbledore is in charge after all, and the information about the Horcruxes has been well delivered, so the consequences are not serious. But the angry seventh-year prefect - Hal, you'd better wish you good luck.

Ignoring Hal's desperate face, Andrew began to focus on his homework and successfully completed the homework for this lesson before the end of the get out of class.

"Going to the greenhouse often this year has helped. I've gotten much faster even without any deliberate training."

This rare good news finally made Andrew's deliberately pretended calmness seem somewhat real.

He handed in the assignment and received three points from Professor Sprout - "skillful and quick technique, but still a bit too rough, worthy of praise but not recommended for study."

"Cool! Taylor, you scored twelve points today!"

After class, Andrew received sincere praise from the Ravenclaw crowd who dispersed in groups of three or four.

Everyone's enthusiasm was extremely high - after all, Ravenclaw won the house cup last school year.

This is how the sense of collective honor is accumulated. Previously, a school had always taken advantage of that, especially when it was obtained with unfair means.

'What am I thinking about now? Have I lost my focus today because of all those unexpected events?'

Fortunately, the brief absence of consciousness did not affect everyone's attention.

Because the prefect really came - Hal was taken away alone, and all the Ravenclaws, far from being angry at all, were happy to see it.

There is going to be big news today!

But no one dared to laugh. Everyone held back their laughter until the two figures disappeared.

"That's right. I'd be suffocated at home."

"That's right. I can't cast spells, and I don't have any friends. The most important thing is that there are only a few books at home. I can't expand my collection even if I want to."

"Yes, the library is the best. You can read almost any book you want freely."

...

The conversation with the students next to him finally calmed Andrew, who had stayed in school for most of the summer vacation, down from his panic.

Just like Professor McGonagall said - it's time for him to return to normal.

Learn, improve, and accumulate strength instead of wasting your time on things that have already happened but you have no grasp of the specific circumstances.

“Who’s going to the library?”

Andrew turned around and looked at his roommate - it was time to get back to normal and start studying.

(End of this chapter)