This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 58 The melon in the morning is not sweet
"Albus, something very strange just happened."

In Dumbledore's office, Dumbledore, who had just seen Moody and the others off and had not yet had time to go to bed, heard Snape knocking on the door in the middle of the night.

"When you and Moody attacked our Professor Quirrell, I noticed that Harry became extremely distressed..."

Snape briefly described what had just happened.

"I suspect that because your attack on the Dark Lord was too intense, some unknown curse on Harry was triggered - he was trying to be reborn in this way."

"Is that so? As expected..."

He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't express his guess.

"I need more evidence to prove that you have done a great service tonight, Severus - now you should go to bed."

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"Um…"

In the Ravenclaw common room, Andrew was the first to wake up as usual, and then he stretched out his body without disturbing anyone else.

He tiptoed to wash up, closed the door gently, and began to walk out of the castle - it rained more in Hogwarts than he thought, and such good weather was rare.

'It's just that going down the stairs is really annoying, and the Ravenclaw common room is really too high.'

After a simple warm-up, Andrew happily started running around the Black Lake.

"morning!"

"morning!"

...

There are quite a few students running in Hogwarts. After running for some time, he has become familiar with several of them who run regularly. However, there are not many freshmen among them, probably because they are a little more sleepy.

"morning."

Andrew took the initiative to say hello to this student, but to his surprise, the other party did not respond with a simple "good morning". Instead, he adjusted his pace with a look of eagerness on his face, and walked as if he was walking fast.

"Morning, have you heard about what happened last night?"

"What, huh-thing?"

Andrew also slowed down his pace. Although he had just completed half of his goal, this situation was obviously not suitable for him to get rid of the opponent and run on his own.

"Strange - don't freshmen have the habit of going out at night now?"

The other party asked back, but did not wait for Andrew's answer.

"There was a battle in the castle yesterday."

"fighting?"

Andrew opened his mouth wide.

"Yeah, there was a guy in our dormitory who didn't come back to the lounge yesterday—"

Andrew took a look at the other person's casual clothes and couldn't tell the other person's college.

"It was around three or four o'clock when he heard the sound of fighting on the third floor."

"Third floor? That corridor?"

Andrew asked back - he still remembered that was the place that Dumbledore strictly forbade students to approach when school started.

"No, it's a little further away, like the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, but he didn't go over to take a look - he looked so upset when I got up in the morning, so I didn't feel comfortable asking more questions." It was obvious that the other party was not a Gryffindor student.

"So I asked about the painting in the morning, planning to tell the professor if there was anything wrong, but they kept it a secret from me while yawning--"

The tall flax-haired boy spread his hands and said, "I thought you freshmen would know something about night outings."

"Do you think I'd come out for a morning run if I were to go for a night walk?"

"Ah, that's right - it seems I did act a little foolishly..."

He grinned and introduced himself.

"Hufflepuff sixth year, Shel Beard."

"Ravenclaw first year, Andrew Taylor."

"See you then - I guess I won't have to think about what's going on before breakfast."

The other party waved his arms, increased his speed, and soon left Andrew behind by a distance - this is what height advantage is like.

"Heartless spectators," Andrew adjusted his speed and commented on the other party, then stopped thinking about this matter that was destined to be known at the dinner table and continued his exercise.

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There was no doubt that he was right to concentrate on running. By breakfast time, news of what happened last night had spread everywhere - there was a battle in the castle, Professor Quirrell disappeared, Snape blocked the Gryffindor common room for thirty minutes to avenge his personal grudge, and he also threw Harry on the ground outside his office...

'Besides, why did Snape leave Harry on the floor of his office?'

Andrew was very confused, but the Gryffindors swore that they were going to catch Harry and punish him in public. If Harry's roommate had not bravely found Professor McGonagall, Harry would probably have to spend the night on the floor.

'There is so much fake news that the truth is being covered up...'

Andrew listened for a while, and finally chose to give up analyzing the specific ins and outs.

The news he could confirm now was: Professor Quirrell disappeared, his office was said to be completely destroyed and had not been repaired until the morning, and Harry seemed to have had a little accident...

"That's too efficient... Even after the battle, can he still develop as I know him to be?"

Although he hoped that Dumbledore could have killed Mr. Nose last night, he knew very well that this was impossible as he had a little knowledge of magic. Under the protection of the ultimate power of black magic, the opponent would only be infinitely weakened - there were two Horcruxes in the castle alone, how could he kill him?

"If possible, we could reveal the locations of all the Horcruxes at once and wait for Dumbledore to kill Voldemort... but unfortunately, we can't."

Andrew shook his head. The fact that Harry was the last Horcrux made him unable to speak.

He was not sure how Dumbledore would react if this matter was made public - he had been in the wizarding world for too short a time and was not very familiar with Dumbledore.

Moreover, Snape's personality made him not so sure about what he heard - the damn speed run commentator actually said that Snape had a good personality and a good reputation and was suitable as a love partner. Andrew was even laughed at by his roommates for this statement.

Sometimes he even wanted to pull the other person out and give him a proper Potions class, to let him see how the so-called good-tempered and well-reputed professor taught and how well-reputed he was, and also to let him see the professor's hair that had never been clean in the mouths of students!!!

"Unless Voldemort reappears, I will not tell you this until I can master the ancient magic and save Harry's soul..."

If he couldn't say one, then he couldn't say either, otherwise it would only alert the enemy - he admitted that he was a little twisted, but he really couldn't make up his mind to put Harry's life on the line.

You can't just lie and say everything will be fine just because the other person is the so-called savior...

'Anyway, Mr. Nose's departure makes the school a lot safer.'

He shook his head and began to plan his study schedule for the next period of time - Harry finally felt relieved after nearly falling off his broom.

(End of this chapter)