This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 665 Anyway, it’s still early in the office

After leaving the brain hall, Andrew felt the blockade of the contract - it was not very strong, but it told Andrew what kind of demon would be released if he rashly proposed it to ordinary wizards.

"More than one-third of the entire continent's population. Compared to these, even the Noseless Man looks like a proper wizard."

Andrew shook his head, but his mood was okay.

"Speaking of which, Professor, does the church still have those daggers made of special metals?"

"Yes, but they dare not use them. The nobles have stood up. In addition, some pure-blood families have also collected a lot. If I remember correctly, Voldemort had an elite Death Eater named Bella who liked to carry those ancient weapons against wizards every day, but she has been sent to Azkaban."

"Purebloods really have everything because they live long enough..."

Andrew shook his head. "So our confidentiality law doesn't apply to the church?"

"Of course, it won't work. After all, we've been enemies for so long."

Dumbledore shook his head. "Well, let's stop talking about this, Taylor. We're leaving the Department of Mysteries. Don't you have anything to watch?"

"At least it's gone now, Professor. Shall we go straight back to school?"

"Of course, Taylor."

Dumbledore nodded. "There is something more urgent to do."

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"Moving to an office?"

Andrew looked at Professor McGonagall and felt unwell.

"Yes, you have your own office. The OWLs are over, so it's a good time to be a trainee professor."

Professor McGonagall said as a matter of course, "Albus told me about this before he left, and I think it's very suitable. I can't let you always be an office assistant - of course, you can continue to help."

...

What's the difference?
Andrew was shocked, but the professor obviously didn't intend to give him a chance to refuse.

"You have to consider the rest of the students. Will you take care of the next violations or not?"

The professor looked at Andrew with a serious expression.

"The OWLs exams are over, and now you hold the title of Student Union President, have the most relaxed schedule in the whole school, and work part-time as an office assistant - what's the difference between this and Mr. Filch working in the lounge?"

Professor McGonagall looked at Andrew. It was obvious that due to her many years of managing students, she had a very close grasp of their mentality.

Andrew thought about it - indeed, it was a bit damning for the rest of the students that he was in the lounge.

Even worse than Filch moving in, at least Filch wouldn't sleep in the dormitory.

The most important thing is that he didn't attend the subsequent advanced classes, which attracted even more hatred - it would be fine if we didn't meet, but I hate him more every time we meet!

"So I have a confidentiality law here too, right?"

"Okay, Professor, I understand."

Andrew nodded.

"Deal with the lab first. Your lab is already too messy. You didn't do any experiments this time because you were taking the exam and left all your books there. I thought it was a mess the last time I went there. You need to fix it quickly."

Professor McGonagall shook her head. "The laboratory is the laboratory, and the living area is the living area. Don't be like Severus and brew potions in your office, which makes it smell bad."

"The most critical issue is safety. It's OK if OWL didn't conduct experiments for years, but now we have to clean it up."

The professor seemed to be very concerned about the safety of the laboratory. Although Andrew could swear that he would not do anything illegal, it was obviously useless to tell the professor that. He was used to the office, so he could only open the laboratory quietly, prepare to move the books and organize them, and then return the laboratory to its original position.

"I have already informed Professor Alice about the bedding, and Mr. Filch has gotten you a brand new one from the warehouse."

"You'll have to do the subsequent renovations yourself. It's best to move out tonight, but you can also say goodbye to your roommates - but it's best not to stay there for too long during these days when they're having the most fun."

Professor McGonagall muttered as she watched Andrew go to the laboratory.

"No, we got along well in the first year, how come at this moment, the whole Ravenclaw has become like me - no, how come I have become a traitor to Ravenclaw!"

Andrew wanted to complain very much, but he couldn't even convince himself - everyone was very happy after the exam, and he was really an eyesore over there.

I'm so angry, how did Ravenclaw become like this!
He opened the door of the laboratory with some emotion, and unsurprisingly received more complaints from the professor.

"You've been reviewing here... Merlin's beard, and you're just short of doing an experiment with this pile of clutter. Move it out now!"

The professor seemed to have made up his mind and even pulled up a chair to watch Andrew clean up.

"No way, let's start..."

Andrew sighed and started to pack up.

The Potions textbook and materials, for sprinting before the exam, and also a few interesting recipes that are waiting to be experimented with - the latter can be left in the laboratory for the next goal.

Andrew left and began to look for his bag - but it was in the dormitory.

Because he had to go to the Department of Mysteries, he promised Dumbledore not to bring the portable seamless expansion bag.

'Forget it, clean it up first and we'll do it together later.'

Andrew sorted the items and started on the next pile.

'The notes on herbology and messing around, well, they're actually pretty good, and the Transfiguration drawings are just like the real thing.'

Move all of this to the office - even though we've never met before, there's definitely no problem.

The office where the incident happened before is sealed, and Professor McGonagall will not use it for him - he made it when the Anti-Dark Arts course was changed. Even if it was really changed, he could ask for a different office, and he knows which office is more comfortable.

'This is, uh, the Transfiguration Notes. Some of them are in their possession. Keep them and bring them to the office.'

Andrew nodded and started to pack the next piece.

"The spell notes, um, and a few little curses I thought of, I have to hide them so the professor can't see them."

Andrew thought subconsciously, but was stared at by Professor McGonagall.

...

'The next one is a legendary manuscript. I was too busy with exams and stopped working on it for many days... huh? huh! '

Andrew was stunned for a moment, then pretended to be calm.

But it was too late - his Occlumency had not yet recovered after returning from the Department of Mysteries, and the ancient curse that the wizard had inflicted on himself made his Occlumency less powerful than before.

If you take a day off, you will recover a lot, and you can fully recover in about three or four days, but there is no if.

Professor McGonagall noticed something was wrong and took a look, but found that Andrew did not put it away blushingly, but was slow in his movements, and she immediately became interested.

"Not a book, not a picture book, but a manuscript?"

She widened her eyes.

(End of this chapter)