This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 668 Fifth Grade Trivia
Andrew finally moved out without alerting his classmates. Fortunately, according to insiders, no one in Ravenclaw held a celebration party because of this - this was really good news.

Andrew is not bragging. If he were a Gryffindor student, if there was no celebration that night it would be because the students received the news too late!

'It's nothing to brag about, but it's still a lot more convenient to have your own office at school.'

Andrew looked at this room that belonged to him - it had a much more lively atmosphere than the laboratory. Now he could write a legend with peace of mind.

Before officially graduating from Hogwarts, that is, before officially joining the school, he planned to finish writing a legend honestly, and at the same time concentrate on studying aviation and the space station replication mission arranged by Dumbledore.

"So can the guy with the missing nose die before I graduate? If he doesn't die, it will be really hard to publish the stuff from that period. I don't mind, but the editor will be really dragged down."

"It's so annoying. I hope he dies soon so I can move forward with the construction of the magic world."

Andrew lay on the bed, sighing - the trouble with the confidentiality law was fine before, but now that he knew about it, he felt that the person with the missing nose was like a time bomb, lingering over there.

But at the moment, there is really no good way. The best way is for him to steadily advance space exploration. If the secrecy law really explodes on the side of the Noseless One, the wizard at least has a place to run.

'I was thinking about restricting radicals before, but now it seems that the Statute of Secrecy may not be reliable - when satellites are launched into space on a large scale, if the technology of magical masking photography is not developed by then, it will be troublesome for Hogwarts to hide! '

Andrew's mind was filled with the chaotic future of the magical world, but he eventually fell asleep as usual.

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"Andrew has moved out of the lounge. Is he a professor now?"

At breakfast the next day, Professor Flitwick seemed to suddenly remember something and asked Professor McGonagall next to him.

"Yes, it's an internship position," Professor McGonagall nodded. "It's better not to teach for now. He doesn't want to do it, so just treat it as an internship."

"That's great," Professor Flitwick said with a smile, "We can let him lead the club and interact with the students more, which will help him feel more stable."

Keep a stable mind...

Such words made Professor McGonagall unable to control her expression.

But she really couldn't say it out loud - and this matter seemed a bit too funny now.

"That's fine. He doesn't want to teach his classmates anyway. It's not like there haven't been professors who let advanced class students tutor their own students before."

Professor McGonagall nodded. After all, she was a student of Ravenclaw, and she was the one who had been fighting for it for many years.

"But he still has to pay attention to time. He doesn't have that much time to waste. After all, he is a genius in Transfiguration."

After hesitating for a while, Professor McGonagall still gave a reminder. After all, adjusting your mindset is not a necessary subject now, so you shouldn't spend too much time on it. It would be very profitable to give Albus some trouble if you have any questions.

It's just a legend, and it's no big deal to make up some even stranger things. Albus's sacrifice is worth it.

"Only twice a week. After all, he has already finished his OWLs. He should enjoy a normal wizard's life. He shouldn't work overtime all the time. Also, don't let him have the title of professor. Just give him the salary. It's too weird to call him professor when he hasn't even graduated yet. And as for dining, why does he have to squeeze together with professors like us? It's more lively when young people eat together."

Professor Flitwick had a smile on his face and was chatting about seemingly insignificant things.

"It's up to him to choose. He still has two years of student life left. But it goes by very quickly. They have already finished five years of school." "Yes, five years. The wizarding world has become something I don't recognize anymore," Professor Flitwick recalled. "The Forbidden Forest has become a mushroom forest. The last time I went there, I found mushroom trees several meters high."

"That should be available next semester. Judging from the multiple uses by senior students, it's not a big problem to connect to Hogwarts students. It's also very clear."

She nodded and looked at the empty chair over there. Professor Sprout was not in the auditorium on a daily basis - she had hardly eaten in the auditorium this school year. She was completely absorbed in the mushroom field, devoting herself to creating treasures for Hogwarts that could be passed down to countless generations to come.

"It's really new, but I don't know what Taylor will study next," Professor Flitwick nodded. "At least now after teaching a spell, students can watch it over and over again, which is much more efficient than before. We save a lot of effort - maybe we can really consider publishing some pre-school teaching materials in the future."

Preschool teaching materials are the limit, and we cannot recruit students in advance. Not every school is a school of magic. It would be too cruel to recruit students in advance and then screen out a group of them when they reach the age to formally study magic.

Besides, the Hogwarts admissions system is there, it is fair and just, and no one can change it.

"Preschool materials? I think we can have some..."

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"What are the professor and the dean whispering about over there?"

Andrew, who officially joined the faculty table, squeezed to the edge and did not move to the middle - after all, he was still a student.

"What's wrong, Taylor?"

Blake on the side asked Andrew.

"Nothing, just thinking about what to do today."

"A game of Quidditch?"

Sirius became interested.

"We played it yesterday, and it wasn't fun enough."

"Indeed, it's too mild for a fifth-year graduate. How about drinking?"

"No one drinks in the morning," Andrew shook his head, "and I'm not used to it."

"Then you might as well stay in the library. Why force others to follow your pace?" Sirius said with some confusion. "Other students are free, why do you want to be like them?"

"The library? That's a nice adventure. And you have a point, Professor Black."

Andrew nodded in approval. "Although it sounds a bit strange, going to the library is never a bad thing."

It's decided, it's the library. After reading the History of Magic, I will write a legend. It just so happens that the plot is about to reach the final battle with Grindelwald.

If I can’t write about the Department of Mysteries, can’t I write about love and justice?
"Why not give up on love? It's easy to be besieged by two demon king-level wizards..."

After all, the vacation was wonderful, so Andrew decided to follow his heart.

(End of this chapter)