This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 546 Daily Trivia

"I am such a fool..."

Neville commented on himself like this, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

He is stupid so what, he admits it!

Although he barely passed Transfiguration, knew nothing about Potions, and always had problems casting spells, even the spells he was good at seemed a little clumsy, but what did it matter?
In the past, he was surpassed by classmates like Harry and Ron, and he felt a little jealous. He was crushed by geniuses like Granger and Taylor, and he felt a little discouraged. But now - it would be good to surpass them!

This feeling is really strange. Being easily crushed by my own father in all subjects, and then being picked up and taught, doesn't seem to be aggrieved at all!
"That's exactly what happened. They didn't lie at all. My dad is a genius Auror. He was extremely powerful when he was in school!"

'My mom's guidance is also great. She's super good at all kinds of courses, even potions! I can even brew a potion without making any mistakes!'

"Cough cough..."

Because he was too happy, he was blown back by the cold wind mixed with snow and couldn't help coughing.

"Speaking of which, there is still trouble. Ah... Really, who should I invite to the dance? I am busy accompanying my mother in the hospital. Who should I invite? Or, who is willing to accept my invitation?"

This was the only thing that bothered young Neville.

He was never a prominent figure in school, and now...

"Why don't you ask the almighty Taylor for help? He can do anything..."

This thought suddenly popped up in Neville's mind, and he was stunned.

But he quickly put this rude thought at the back of his mind - he had already obtained something he had never dared to hope for, so how could he dare to make trouble!
Even if the other party has an easy solution, it should not be a reason for him to beg again.

"Finding a way to invite a suitable dance partner is really a difficult challenge..."

He shook his head and walked towards the lobby on the first floor, where he saw a group of students gathered around the bulletin board, whispering.

"what happens?"

Neville easily found his Gryffindor classmates and asked them eagerly - there were too many people at the notice board and he couldn't squeeze in.

"The sky is falling," the other person's face showed a sad expression, "Underclassmen cannot be invited to the dance floor, and all students who stay in school have the right to participate in the dance."

"what?"

Neville opened his mouth wide, "No way, the professor just announced before the holiday that we can invite junior students to join..."

"Every lounge is covered with prefects' notices, the notice in the hall was put up by the Ripper himself, and I invited a partner but can't dance - Merlin's beard, why did this happen!"

The Gryffindor student's face was filled with sadness.

"That's really sad news, mate," Neville tried to comfort him, but he didn't know how to continue.

Well, now the lower grades don’t have to worry about it - he is ready to just give up. Anyway, there are many students who don’t want to go out to dance, and he is not a big deal.

He has gotten enough, so he might as well do something he likes now.

For example, going to the greenhouse to look at the herbs - this was the only subject in which he could beat his father, and his mother approved of it.

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"Oh, Andrew, you didn't come up with those rules, did you?"

In the dormitory, Hal finally caught up with Andrew and asked anxiously.

"What rules?"

Andrew looked up from the fairy tale book and glanced at Hal - he had been stuck on a legend these days and was looking for inspiration.

"It's about that rule that prohibits underclassmen from dancing. All the lounges are in an uproar."

Can you still hang out in other people's lounges?

The only public lounge is Ravenclaw's, and there's a Carmen door knocker...

"Yes, I made the rule." Andrew nodded unceremoniously, "Of course, I won't admit it once we leave the lounge."

"Merlin's beard, why are you doing this?"

"In order to share the joy with more students, it is too tragic to stay in school and not be able to attend the dance."

Andrew spread his hands and rolled his eyes. "Also, forget about all the weird excuses for wanting me to take them to prom - it's getting really annoying to keep using this."

"Merlin's socks! And you said you didn't get involved in office matters!"

Hal's mouth opened wide - this was directly against the school rules!

"This is a matter concerning the Triwizard Tournament. It is legitimate for me to make an opinion as a referee and for it to be adopted."

Andrew bookmarked the book, "Who's going to play Thunderbolt Explosion?"

“You can’t do this, I have another question, Andrew!”

Hal shook his head decisively, "Who did you invite?"

"No, at least not yet."

Andrew shook his head decisively.

"There must be one, right? Aren't there any girls who invited you these days?"

"Yes, but it's not appropriate," Andrew responded as he took out the cards. "When I was invited, I felt like, well, how should I put it, I felt like I was being targeted by a hunter. It's not a good feeling."

"What about the girls in the same grade? They must be better, right?"

"We don't have much communication on a daily basis. I'm only familiar with the people in the college team, but we can't talk to each other. I know too little about Quidditch."

Andrew spread his hands and raised his eyebrows curiously, "Why are you asking so many questions?"

"No, this... this is too... what about our college?"

"There aren't many familiar ones. The few I can remember occasionally are those who try to drug me. That's even worse. I'm afraid I'll be drugged by the end of the dance."

"I told you to get involved in more clubs. You're always doing that Transfiguration thing. Now that the dance is coming, it's really troublesome."

Kevin came over and joined the discussion with great interest.

"You are right. Do you have a good idea?"

Andrew glanced at Kevin and was very suspicious of him accepting the fifty Sickles from the senior.

"Since you don't want to dance anyway, why don't you just invite a third-year girl and then follow the rules yourself - fourth-year students can't go down to the dance floor, and you have a partner, so you can't accept other people's invitations."

Kevin gave a nasty smile.

"Use rules to restrict rules. Otherwise, if you go without a partner, you will have to wait for the whole party to be invited - unless you want to spoil the fun by rejecting everyone or just run away."

"Kevin."

Andrew looked at his roommate with sincere eyes.

"What's wrong, Andrew?"

"Did I ever tell you that you're a genius?"

Andrew said to his roommate with great certainty - this is much better than giving up and not going, so as to avoid Professor McGonagall's nagging.

It's okay for others, but he is indeed a little difficult to deal with Professor McGonagall. The professor does tend to abide by the rules at times.

For example, a referee should look like a referee, a dance should look like a dance, and so on.

Now, there is no need to be willful. It just depends on who is willing to accept his request.

(End of this chapter)