This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 90 Me?
It turns out that Madam Pomfrey can reattach your arm intact in a minute, and can also make you a new arm in a few days, but non-medical work is not her forte.

When Andrew and the others were taking History of Magic, Madam Pomfrey almost frowned as she looked at the group of young wizards who lined up and who theoretically had no illnesses and could run and jump.

You can't just cut off the skin and let it grow back - that's possible, and the treatment is quick, but I always feel like something is wrong.

She couldn't accept that she had caused injuries when the students were completely unharmed.

After hesitating for a while, she finally decided to ask the professors for help - she couldn't really create the wound, right?

While the students below were waiting anxiously, the professor who was most closely associated with the school hospital appeared - yes, it was the Potions Professor, Snape.

Although it sounds a bit strange, the wizard's medical system is like this - healing magic accounts for half, and the rest is made up of potions.

And Professor Snape happens to be an expert in this area.

However, after seeing the group of students waiting in line, Snape's anxious look turned into obvious disgust. The students in front of him were not like what Madam Pomfrey said, they were all alive and kicking, and there were many Gryffindors among them...

If it was to cure a disease and save lives, he would just hold his nose and bear it, but in this situation...

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"Damn it, why is it Snape..."

There were some murmurs among the students, but they soon died down. Even those Potions Professors who were not Snape's students knew that this professor was definitely not an easy person to get along with in daily life, and was particularly good at noticing the little movements of his students.

Sure enough, when Professor Snape glanced at the students, everyone felt his impatience and indifference.

He approached a student and looked at him. He twisted his hands with a disdainful attitude, and then the whispering voice with some contempt sounded again, "No problem, a little curse ink, it will disappear automatically in two days."

After saying this, under the gaze of many students, Snape turned around and left without any reluctance.

Madam Pomfrey hurried over and tried to say something, but this suddenly made the remaining students lose their restraint.

"What do you mean there were no problems and it disappeared in two days?"

"I guess we'll have to live with this stupid ink for two days..."

"Look at it from a bright side, at least no points were deducted, right?"

……

The students talked about it a lot, but it was of no use. The school hospital couldn't do anything, and the professor they invited refused to help. Everyone could only chat and think about whether they should just skip classes to get away from it.

However, during the discussion, Hal, who was at the end of the line, was noticed to be abnormal - why did everyone have words on their faces, but you became the school emblem?

Not too ugly?

After a brief assessment, by the time Madam Pomfrey hurried over with another professor who was willing to help, the students had already dispersed.

Transfiguration is not a difficult task. Even if the lower grades can't do it, it's easy to ask the upper grades to do it and stick it on your face.

So, the next morning, when Andrew finished running, changed his clothes and went to the cafeteria, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

A bunch of Hufflepuffs had the Hufflepuff house emblem on their faces, a bunch of Ravenclaws had the Ravenclaw house emblem on their faces, a bunch of Slytherins had clean faces, and a bunch of Gryffindors had both the word and the Slytherin house emblem on their faces.

???

The insulting words suddenly pointed to strange places...

Many students were trying to hold back their laughter, but they didn't dare to laugh out loud. Andrew sat down and found out - Gryffindor students said that they had no ill will towards Slytherin students, the house emblem was a personal act, and there was no problem with the words, Professor Snape had said that they would disappear in two days...

"Who came up with this trick? How mean..."

But there is really nothing to say - after all, Professor Snape has said it before...

So Andrew also joined the group trying to hold back their laughter.

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"Whoever came up with this idea is too mean."

Andrew finally made it through a Herbology class and completed his soul-stirring masterpiece (although he could use his wand to transform into an almost identical portrait, that did not help him remember the characteristics of herbs). He got one point from the professor as he frowned, and went to McGonagall's classroom office to meet the sixth-year male head of Gryffindor and asked him a question.

"It has to be kept secret for now. I really can't tell you this. Snape is still furious."

The other party responded in a low voice - obviously, before making this provocation, the Gryffindor students had discussed collectively and decided to protect the commander.

Although he would certainly be able to guess the answer by continuing to ask, Andrew was embarrassed to continue asking - he was not that gossipy, and he estimated that the answer would be announced without asking once the momentum had passed.

After all, he was not Percy, so the two of them spent a longer time in the office together. The prefect of each college was mainly responsible for two aspects. One was to assist the professor in handling the affairs of the college, and the other was to manage student discipline in places like the lounge. Then they discussed their schedules separately. Percy was basically in charge of the office because of his two troublesome younger brothers and the problem of taking the OWLS exam.

"Okay, let's wait until the storm has passed..."

Andrew whispered back, but as he spoke, there was a loud bang from the door to Professor McGonagall's office.

"Please come in."

Just as Andrew suspected, there was only one person who dared to knock on Professor McGonagall's door like that. "Ah... Professor McGonagall isn't here?"

"The professor is in class. What's the matter, Mr. Hagrid?"

Before Andrew could answer, the sixth grade prefect responded quickly.

"Ah, this... is... that... um..."

Hagrid was hesitating and probably didn't even know what he was saying.

But in the end, he made up his mind, "It's about the dragon egg. A foreigner brought a dragon egg here, but found that the employer who had paid the deposit was missing. He cursed and lowered the price of the dragon egg. I think Professor McGonagall said in the last communication with me..."

Well, without further ado…

Andrew roughly understood what was going on - the report was definitely rejected. Although he didn't know which version was used, he guessed that the professor had appeased him again, probably saying something like there was no suitable opportunity. Then Hagrid discovered the loophole, and then he found a suitable dragon egg somewhere.

Are you kidding me? This kind of thing is definitely not allowed...

But the professor needed to be comforted, so what should he say?
Before he could think, the head of the class next to him gave him an order without any hesitation, "Andrew, go find the professor. This is an important matter."

At an angle that Hagrid couldn't see, the other person blinked at Andrew desperately.

That's fine...

Give the professor some time to think, at least he won't be faced with...

This is also the best approach at the moment.

He blinked in understanding and ran out quickly.

"This class is... um, yes, it's a first-grade class, in the classroom on the third floor..."

He had memorized Professor McGonagall's timetable in detail - it was part of the job after all.

"Dong dong dong."

"Please come in."

Andrew walked in under the gaze of the students and lowered his voice, "Professor, you have an important guest in your office."

Professor McGonagall glanced at Andrew and found that he looked determined - she immediately knew that this was a tricky matter.

“Practice on your own first.”

She hurried out of the classroom, followed by Andrew - and now someone had pricked up their ears to hear what was going on.

"what happens?"

Professor McGonagall remained calm at this moment - or rather, she was used to it.

Andrew briefly described it.

"this…"

The professor frowned - how could such a thing happen to Hagrid?
"what are you thinking?"

She asked Andrew casually.

"I'm afraid we can't stop him, Professor. Mr. Hagrid looks extremely anxious..."

"What do you recommend?"

"Why not let him have his fun... raise it a little and then have the Ministry of Magic confiscate it... since it's definitely smuggled goods, just say the merchant was caught and gave it away."

Andrew only had this bad idea - for such a short distance, he could be considered taking the initiative if he could come up with a solution.

After all, Professor McGonagall really teaches everything he knows, and he has done his best by bringing the news to another place where he works.

"Nonsense, if he stays here, the Ministry of Magic will never be able to confiscate it..." Professor McGonagall shook her head, "But you can let him try to raise it for a while - but he must be sent out as soon as possible. I'll think about it."

She nodded, "You go watch them in the classroom. I have to speak to Hagrid about this."

"I?"

Andrew pointed at himself and said, "I'm a first-year student, too."

"Look at the Transfiguration class exercises for the first years. It's still okay. It's safer than leaving them alone in the classroom."

Professor McGonagall obviously doesn't trust the students of her own college.

"It will only take a moment. I'll be back soon."

(End of this chapter)