This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 45 Why do I have to submit my manuscript again?

When people concentrate on doing something, time will pass by unknowingly.

Andrew, immersed in Transfiguration, began to have a preliminary systematic understanding of Transfiguration. Although many of his Transfiguration skills seemed crude due to his insufficient magical power caused by his age, his understanding of the theoretical system had been evaluated by Professor McGonagall as barely getting started.

"Don't read too much theoretical knowledge for a while." When Andrew submitted the reading notes that looked more like reading notes last week, Professor McGonagall smiled. "Without personal experiments, theoretical knowledge will become a constraint for you. What you need to do now is to practice more on the speed, position, and realism of deformation, and even more."

By this time, he had finally come to an end from his frenzy of hanging out in the library.

Then, the hard days came...

Because time passed so quickly, he discovered one thing when he was planning his next step - the new deadline was approaching.

"Damn it, how come time flies so fast? Didn't I just submit last month's manuscript? Why do I have to submit it again?"

He didn't even take a good look at the feedback for the October issue, and it was already the end of October!

'Damn it, the manuscript is due in early November...'

Andrew looked at the increasing number of people in the library, and counted the people he had met during this period, and decisively gave up the beautiful idea of ​​writing in the library.

As the students spent the most fresh time, everyone started to do what they liked, and the new Ravenclaw students also gradually adapted to the life in the library. No one would notice if they did something temporarily. Writing furiously in the library every day - that was simply telling their classmates that there was something wrong with this person...

After considering several empty classrooms, Andrew finally found a good place - an unused empty classroom in the basement of the castle.

Since this place is close to the Potions classroom and a professor's office, even the most mischievous Gryffindor student would not explore this place - just imagine, if the professor who went out saw a breathing Gryffindor, it would really be a joke on his own house score.

As for problems such as lighting, smell and humidity, they are not a big deal and Andrew can still cope with them for now.

The only thing he had to be careful about was not letting the manuscript get discovered, but he prepared a half-written paper and turned each completed manuscript into beads and wore them on his wrist - he certainly couldn't fool Professor McGonagall, but it wouldn't be a big problem if other professors didn't check carefully, right?

Anyway, his half of the thesis was about the effect of experimental light on Transfiguration. The question was just a reference topic given by Professor McGonagall, plus a series of half-changed things, so it wasn't a problem to mix it up.

Anyway, it’s been three or four days and no professor came to check on me.

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[Gryffindor raised the dagger in his left hand, and the whole forest seemed to sing for him. Those spells that seemed to burn even the air were broken one by one.

With a simple wave of the wand in his right hand, the grass, rocks, and lake water seemed to have a life of their own, sweeping towards Slytherin.

Slytherin was unmoved. Under his wand, the spells that many dark wizards had difficulty casting seemed as easy as the entry-level levitation spell. With one spell, even the existence of those spells seemed to be wiped out and they fell into a deep sleep.

In front of the newly built Hogwarts castle, spells poured down like rain, and all the limits of magic that people could imagine were erased, as if the two of them were the end of magic, the essence of magic.

The people watching from afar couldn't even think of helping. No, they couldn't cast spells at all. The magic itself was almost wiped out by the two of them! 】

...

[Only Dumbledore, relying on the Elder Wand and his own legendary strength, was able to spare some strength in such a battle.

...'You win, Gryffindor.'

Slytherin said, 'But I didn't lose to you, but to the inheritance. He can help you with the spells you like, and I - no one can catch up with me. '

He left without further ado. The land where the dead were killed in the battle was gradually covered by rain and formed the Black Lake.

Since then, Hogwarts has forever lost one of its founders who stood at the top - the ultimate existence of dark magic, Slytherin. 】

……

perfect!

Andrew commented on his work in this way.

Although it is quite exaggerated, it was completed in one go and earlier than expected.

While Gryffindor is being praised, there will be no complaints about the strength of Slytherin itself - that's safe.

"Finally, I don't have to stay in this dark basement anymore."

He turned the last piece of manuscript into a bead hanging on his hand, checked again to see if anything was missing, extinguished the magic flame, tidied up the table and the mess, and even whistled happily.

'Next, while practicing Transfiguration, you can find senior students to practice spells with - the club's resources should not be wasted, and practical skills need to be improved. You can also make up for the courses you missed, especially the History of Magic. I had a lot of fun writing this time, and it's hard to say which major event I will use in the next manuscript...'
"By the way, I think there was a celebration event today... I was busy coming here to finish my manuscript, so I didn't understand it clearly... But now it's not a big problem, it's just dinner time at this time."
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Just as Andrew was thinking about what to eat, the banquet was going on happily.

The castle, decorated with thousands of bats, had a very Halloween feel, and even the appetizers were served.

"What is Andrew doing again?"

"The library, of course."

His roommates all looked used to it. Since the start of the school year, Andrew was the one who went to the library the most - although his grades did not live up to his efforts.

But everyone has their own hobbies, so it’s hard to say anything about it. There are many people who specialize in one subject - and few Ravenclaws will say anything about this situation.

Leaving a seat at the table is the ultimate in care, and everyone has a good sense of propriety.

But just when the whole restaurant was in harmony, a person stumbled in.

Professor Quirrell of Defense Against the Dark Arts, a professor with a bad reputation, almost rushed to the staff table.

"Huh... the troll... in the basement..."

As soon as the professor said this to Dumbledore at the table, he couldn't catch his breath and fainted in front of everyone.

The bustling cafeteria suddenly exploded like Neville's cauldron.

(End of this chapter)