This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 43 Honorary Member
"Well... here, we can consider this approach..."

After easily getting over his guilty conscience, Andrew quickly devoted himself to the study of transfiguration.

But just when he figured out the problem and started writing furiously, a shadow cast a shadow on the parchment. He looked up and saw that it was a tall red-haired boy.

Judging from his clothes, the other person is a Gryffindor.

"Hello, what's the matter?"

Andrew stopped what he was doing and asked curiously - he didn't think he could get involved with the senior students in Gryffindor.

"Analysis of Transfiguration on plant transformation... is this possible?"

The boy raised his eyebrows. "But why do you study cacti? This is not a good direction. The model is too simple. Usually, we use trees as a breakthrough point. The model is a bit complicated, but because the volume is large enough, the spell will not fail due to the difference in details."

"Not enough magic power," Andrew spread his right hand on the table, "and if we use trees, it would take too much analysis to transform the leaves, and if we ignore the details, the tree as a whole would not look realistic enough."

"Of course, it's the saplings when you start. You know, this can greatly reduce the need for leaf deformation. And when you get used to it, you can actually be a little lax about the requirements for the leaves. This will make the spell more realistic in constructing the appearance of leaves."

"More real?"

Andrew thought for a moment, then tapped the blank parchment next to him with his wand. Unlike his previous spell in which he had imagined the veins of the leaves in detail, this time he had a general idea of ​​what a leaf should look like.

The parchment began to curl, shrink, change color, and then took the shape of a beautiful maple leaf.

"in this way?"

"It's still a bit of a waste. The more important thing is to grow... just let it grow."

"Growth?"

These words were so vague that Andrew couldn't understand them.

“It’s just fixed, and then it grows out.”

"It's fixed... it's fixed... you mean... like this?"

Andrew canceled the magic and touched the parchment with his wand again. This time the parchment began to curl up into a stick-like object, and then little green sprouts began to emerge.

The green buds began to grow rapidly, and within a few breaths, they began to become leaves of different sizes - but this was not magical at all. Instead, it looked like a bunch of messy leaves were stuck on an ugly stick by someone.

But the red-haired boy seemed very satisfied. "Yes, yes, that's it. That's the feeling. It should be like this when you cast a spell. As long as you control the magic power to drive the leaves, it will be perfect."

"I don't have enough magic power. I can't even transform the branches, let alone control them. This is the limit of what I can do."

Andrew spread his hands and said to the boy who ran out inexplicably in front of him.

He had a favorable impression of the person in front of him at the moment - this kind of guidance was much better than those rubbish spells in the society.

“What a shame…”

"No noise in the library!"

Just as the red-haired boy was sighing, two books appeared with a loud voice. Each word was followed by a loud slap on the head. The two books began to jump rhythmically on the heads of Andrew and the red-haired boy, one after the other.

"run."

While Andrew was still a little dazed, the boy opposite him quickly said this sentence.

Although Andrew, who was quick to follow the advice, lagged behind at the beginning, he caught up with the others after a few steps - the books and schoolbag he borrowed followed behind the two books, tapping their arms and legs rhythmically along with the scolding of the librarian, Mrs. Pince, until they ran out of the library and stopped.

"Whoosh..."

The boy behind Andrew panted and stopped with Andrew. "Oh my god, this is the first time I've been scolded by Madam Pince... But it doesn't matter. I haven't heard of her banning anyone from entering the house twice." "Let me introduce you," he panted, "Percy Weasley, the prefect of Gryffindor."

"Ravenclaw, Andrew Taylor."

Andrew and Percy shook hands.

"You have a good foundation in Transfiguration. Few second-year students can learn the third-year or even fourth-year content."

"It's just some theoretical knowledge, it's far from the actual knowledge." Andrew shook his head. "I have already spent all my spare time on it."

"As you should. Also, you have to pay attention to the strength of the spell. Your spellcasting is quite poor, which can easily cause problems when casting."

"There's no way. My magic can't support it. I asked Professor McGonagall, and she said that this can only be solved by aging and proper training. It will be much better when I am in the second year, because this age is the period of magic explosion."

"Then there's no—wait, you say?"

Percy looked at Andrew carefully, "You're a freshman."

"Yeah, right, what's wrong?"

"Damn it..." He scratched his hair, "How can that be related? Miss Granger is really..."

"Miss Granger?"

"Ah, yes," Percy spread his hands. "I'm a prefect, you know."

"You introduced yourself for the second time in such a short time..."

"She came and said that there seemed to be a gang scam in the library. She was reading a book when someone came up to her. Then she found that someone was watching her. Afterwards, she pretended to sit back and read..."

???

I was just curious to see what happened.

"She also said that you were in the library every day and were working with others to commit fraud, because she asked others and they said that you seemed to be in the library every day, but she never heard from the professor that there was anyone who could catch up with her grades."

……

This was a bit discouraging, but it was true. After confirming that he was most talented in Transfiguration, Andrew only made basic efforts in the rest of his subjects. He even felt a bit confused in History of Magic, and only Charms was considered excellent.

"But after seeing your Transfiguration, I knew she was just worrying about it again... She's not a bad person, she's just too enthusiastic..."

Percy shook his head, "Her grades are pretty good though, I think she'll be able to become a prefect in the future - being enthusiastic doesn't hurt either."

'The connection between the two is a little forced...'

"Okay, don't worry about Granger's situation. I'll make it clear to her." Percy waved his hand. "I'll leave once I'm sure everything is OK. You know, this is the year of Owls. I'm too busy. Although there's nothing wrong with it, I don't want to give up the first place."

"Well, see you later. If we meet in the library, I can help you with Transfiguration - I'm quite good at it."

Percy shook his head and walked away, leaving Andrew a little dazed.

"What the hell is this... We almost became accomplices."

"Besides, it feels like an internal club meeting..."

He looked in the direction Percy left, shook his head helplessly, packed his bag, and prepared to go back to the lounge.

(End of this chapter)