This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 347: No Return to Daily Life
"First day in the library? That's so Ravenclaw—but I like it."

Kevin put his hands behind his back, ignoring Hal who was in the distance and wondering whether he was safe, and happily continued the topic.

"I'm afraid not. I have to report today. And we have a new captain this semester. Maybe I can be promoted directly from the substitute to the new team member," Bell said with some anticipation. "Two seniors graduated this semester."

That was basically stable - Andrew and the others looked at each other, and each knew each other's guess.

But guesses are guesses, talks are talks, selection still has to be done, "Well, I wish you good luck in advance, Bell."

"Uh-huh."

Bell nodded and ran away. The new captain had just taken office and he didn't intend to leave a bad impression on the other party.

"That guy Bell," Kevin looked at him from a distance, "how long has it been since we won the Quidditch cup?"

"I don't know. Anyway, I haven't seen it since I entered the school."

Andrew spread his hands - even though he didn't care much about Quidditch, he knew that his house had never celebrated this.

"I hope there will be progress this year. I hope the headmaster can focus on it. Even if he doesn't follow Slytherin's example and replace all the brooms with new ones, at least he can replace them with ones that are not so bad."

Kevin sighed as he spoke, but he didn't hold out much hope. "At least change the broom for the Seeker. Senior Moritz, who graduated last year, is an excellent Seeker, but he used a comet broom! This is outrageous. A comet!"

"Yes, a comet," even Hughes, who rarely spoke, shook his head - to be honest, this thing surprised Andrew more than the so-called comet.

Seeing Andrew's puzzled look, his two roommates were even more confused. It was okay for Hughes who was not good at expressing himself, but Kevin just widened his eyes.

"Comet, Comet, that's the cheapest broom!"

"Sorry, Kevin."

Andrew spread his hands.

"Really," Kevin lowered his voice, as if popularizing this matter was embarrassing, "The most common match broom is the Nimbus, which is the batch that Slytherin replaced last year. That's also the one Harry uses. It's a professional match broom."

"Uh-huh."

Andrew nodded with agreement on his face. Listening is a good virtue.

"The next series below the Nimbus is the Crosssweep series. The quality of the Crosssweep Seven is about the same as the Nimbus 2000, but you know, the Nimbus is more than just the 2000 series."

'You've repeated yourself more than once, Kevin.'

Andrew nodded to indicate that he remembered it.

"Next is the Comet. It's the cheapest broom, and its performance is quite poor. Even the high-end model that came out this year, the Comet 260, is only comparable to the Nimbus 2001, let alone the 2002."

"I see," Andrew nodded, "So the comet is the worst broom?"

"That's about right," Kevin nodded. "There's also the Thunderbolt series of brooms, but they're too niche. Not many people use them in the UK. There are probably only these four series."

"There's another one," Hughes' voice was as low as ever, "the one that just came out and was sought after by all the top teams."

"Ah, yes," Kevin said with a longing look, "Randolph Spadmore's custom-made product, the top product that has been on display in Diagon Alley for a holiday this summer, the Firebolt!"

His voice could not help but rise a little, "That's the Firebolt, a top-grade product made with the participation of goblins. There is no such thing in the whole Hogwarts!"

I can't even think about playing it - although Andrew performed well in the flying class, he can only play the five-star sweep and perform it perfectly at present. He can't control that kind of competition broom.

"Just think about it - there are no cheap flying brooms, especially those for competitions." The flying broom is originally an alchemical product, and with the prefixes like fairy-made and competition-limited - how to put it, he is afraid that he will have to contribute most of his royalties to get it, which is not worth it.

"Yeah, just think about it," Kevin shook his head, "Let's go, it's better for us to go to the library and read books."

But it wasn't - just less than half an hour after Andrew had read, he suddenly saw strange people.

He was stunned for a moment, and he was not the only one who was stunned.

Norman Carson, the sixth-year Ravenclaw head boy, a tall, thin, malnourished guy with freckles on his nose, was standing in front of their table with a smile on his face.

"Andrew," the prefect's face was still a little excited, "Follow me quickly, there's something good going on!"

He did not try to hide his happiness at all. If this place was not far from the library entrance, Madam Pince would have come over to chase him away.

"Huh? Okay."

Andrew packed his bag and entrusted the borrowed books to his roommates, following Norman in confusion.

There's no way - this is a serious class leader, I can't afford to offend him.

Although we don’t have much business interaction on weekdays, our class leaders are naturally different from those of the other two colleges.

"What good thing happened? Is the dean going to change the sleeping bag?"

After leaving the library, Andrew joked casually.

The quality of the sleeping bag is related to the rest quality of every Ravenclaw student. Although Andrew has his own (won by getting first place in a single subject), it still does not affect his concern about this.

“I’m afraid I don’t have that kind of money this year.”

Norman's happiness was about to overflow.

"What are you doing? Renovating the lounge? The chairs and sofas are nice."

Andrew couldn't imagine why so much money had to be spent - the money allocated by the school was limited, and the college's small treasury would not be touched if it could be left alone.

"It's time to change the broom!"

"what?"

Andrew was stunned for a moment, then thought about the conversation in the afternoon.

No, isn’t it so effective?
I just said in the afternoon that the brooms in the academy are not good. Do we have to replace them collectively now?
Isn't this a bit too weird?
And why are you calling me to change the broom?
It would be absolutely impossible for the school to approve funds for something like replacing brooms at the college - even if Andrew had the guts, he wouldn't dare show this kind of report to Professor McGonagall.

And everyone has this kind of tacit understanding, so there is no need for him to explain it.

So Andrew had no choice but to follow Norman silently, all the way to his dean's office - no matter what, he would just go and take a look.

Although he didn't know much about Quidditch and only knew some general things about brooms, it was his own house's business after all, so he still had to run.

"Just don't ask me to go shopping with you. I really can't do that. Although I do odd jobs every day, I know nothing about the items or the purchasing process, Dean."

Andrew thought so before stepping into the office.

(End of this chapter)