This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 463: Heading to Kodosdoriz
"Please answer."

The sound of the door knocker was as pleasant as ever, like music, but Andrew looked not very well as he carried the box.

There is no way to solve this problem.

Because the questions raised are the kind that have no answers, they are pure essay questions.

'What the hell, first day back in school, sleeping in a sleeping bag?'

He sighed, made up an answer at random, prepared to end the Q&A, and lay down in his sleeping bag.

"Our college has the most sleeping bags in the whole school. Even other colleges have to rely on us for any emergency situations... Fortunately, we have an exclusive one."

Andrew, trying to find a way to cheer himself up, was about to turn around and leave, but the door knocker asked a second question in its sweet yet devilish voice, which he had never asked before.

"Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw held a ball together. Ms. Ravenclaw prepared a hat for everyone. Some of them were obviously magical hats, and the rest were ordinary hats. However, no one could be sure whether their hat was lucky enough to release magic.

Then the candles were extinguished, and Ms. Ravenclaw said that if anyone was sure that they were wearing a magic hat, they should light their wands, but no one responded, the candles burned again, and Ms. Ravenclaw asked again.

But still no one lit their wand, but when the third question was asked, a wand was finally lit - so how many magic hats did Ms. Ravenclaw prepare? "

???

What's the situation? Shouldn't we live outside?

Andrew was thinking in surprise, but he didn't have time to pay attention to this issue now - the key point was to go into the lounge first.

He thought for a few minutes and carefully gave his answer.

"Three?"

"well said."

The knocker groaned, and the door opened.

"What's going on? Is this the first time or the second time? If it's two problems, I basically don't need to sleep in a sleeping bag. Is it one of the rewards for opening the Ravenclaw Lady's Chamber of Secrets?"

He wasn't sure, but it was likely true - it couldn't be linked to the crown, right?
Anyway, he has taken advantage of it, and there probably won't be any aftereffects - it's not like the door is opened directly, it's just giving him a second chance to answer the question, it doesn't matter.

"Pack your things and report to Professor McGonagall's office, then go and make some herbs."

He put his things away, but as per custom, he still took out the daily necessities and placed them outside - if this was the only privilege he could get, then he would give up.

After that, we headed all the way to Professor McGonagall's office.

But on the way, he met an unexpected person-Sirius Black.

"Good morning, Sirius."

Andrew took the initiative to say hello.

"Ah? Oh, Andrew," Sirius came back to his senses, a little absent-minded, "Good morning, is your vacation over?"

???

D!
Andrew was silent for a moment, then decided to fight back, "So, Sirius, you don't have any vacation time?"

"Pretty much," Sirius said, a little embarrassed.

After taking Harry to rent a house there, he was still not good at food magic. After eating takeout for a few days, he and Harry decisively chose another path.

That is, come here to work for a few days a week to get a free meal, then pack some food to take back home and eat takeout while maintaining the ancient magic there.

There was no way around it; the Black house-elves were still hostile to Sirius and refused to serve him.

Although it’s not that convenient to travel, it’s better than eating takeout and frozen food.

After hurting each other, the two left with smiles on their faces, without asking each other any further questions. 'I don't know if Sirius knows... Forget it, don't think about it, it's too scary to think about it, and judging from Sirius's face, I'm afraid he will fall for me too... Hiss..."

Andrew shook his head desperately, trying to get rid of the strange things that had entered his mind, and began to think about another question - when would his alchemy class be held.

"It sounds good, but I'd better save some potions. The herbs are a bit low, and there are many raw materials that I haven't checked yet..."

He shook his head, putting the thought to the back of his mind, and headed towards Professor McGonagall's office.

-

For the next twenty days or so, almost nothing happened.

Andrew returned to his school rhythm, which was even stricter and with more freedom in his schedule.

The results are also gratifying.

Among the animal materials, some of the raw materials commonly used in Hogwarts Potions classes have been roughly explored once - although all of their uses cannot be determined, they can probably be used in potions without being too wasteful.

We have almost half of the plant materials, but we have only tried the mature ones, and have not had time to work on the fresh herbs.

And Transfiguration had become much more sophisticated through these crazy and diverse attempts, but there was really no good standard for comparison - the students were still overwhelmingly defeated, and Dumbledore still couldn't beat them.

'But there is no specific division. I need to take some time to think about it, but there is no rush.'

As for the Russian who was personally mentioned by Professor McGonagall, although he was still mute, if the other party was willing to slow down and gesture, he could understand common expressions for the first time.

"That's fine. If that doesn't work, the wand can also talk. If language communication is not possible, there are still weapons..."

He simply pinched his left hand, but did not cast a spell directly - Professor Snape had warned that too much hand gesture casting would reduce the wizard's sensitivity to potions and could not be used as regular combat power.

"Although I don't rely on that to make a living, it's better to have some stability before everything is completed."

"There's nothing else to say. The other two schools didn't cause any trouble. After all, everyone wants a rematch. If they want to argue, they should wait until the game is over..."

"Okay, let's go check in with the professor first. We'll be up tomorrow and see if there's any more information reported."

-

"You're here, Taylor."

For some reason, when Andrew saw Professor McGonagall, there was still a bit of... well, how should I put it, surprise on the professor's face.

"What do you know about the Holy Spell, Taylor?"

"There is no information, professor," Andrew shook his head, "I only know about this thing from their description."

"Neither does the school. We hardly communicate with them because they are too far away." Professor McGonagall shook her head. "But it's interesting that their dungeons seem to be more interesting than we thought."

interesting?

This was the first time Andrew had heard Professor McGonagall make such a comment.

"Is it wild?"

Andrew couldn't help but think so because the pattern over there was so special.

Whose Quidditch player uses logs as a broom?

The clanging of wood during Quidditch games reminded him of forbidden games like Riot Games - it was horrible.

"It's almost there, but their reception professor has already ensured the safety issues, so you can just go and try. Go back and pack your bags, we'll leave tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)