Chapter 22 How did Ravenclaw become like this
"Silly x."
After Connie left, Andrew finally couldn't help but cursed.
Normally, he wouldn't speak ill of people behind their backs, but today he just couldn't help it.
He even mocked her in front of him, but the guy actually didn't feel ashamed but felt proud of it and started to feel complacent.
Just bully the weak and fear the strong, and find so many excuses - Damn it, why did Ravenclaw become like this?
He felt something was wrong before, but now he has finally confirmed that the so-called Ministry of Magic group is not a serious group. After many so-called internal selections, the remaining people probably regard themselves as Ministry of Magic staff. .
But obviously, they are not, this group of people are just indulging in their own fantasies - and Andrew can confirm that there is no organization that protects the Ministry of Magic.
'The so-called selection is to pick out normal people, and then finally make a bunch of arrogant lunatics...'
'That guy talked nonsense for a long time, and the only useful content was partial evaluation, which was also very one-sided...'
"Take another look," he comforted himself. "At least see if there is anything you want in those activities. You can't be disgusted in vain."
He was also helpless - it was most undesirable to fall out directly, so he could only quit the group relatively mildly. The extremists' cohesion and ability to disgust people were much higher than normal people. If he was a senior, he could be more straightforward, but now he can only Can make some detours.
'It's like accidentally joining some illegal organization...'
Andrew sighed, adjusted his expression, and made sure that others could not see that he was angry just now, then he quickly walked out of the classroom and walked towards the library.
The top priority now is not to fight with those crazy people, but to go to the library to borrow books, try to read them as soon as possible, complete the paper, and submit it to the professor.
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""Microscopic Tutorial of Transfiguration on Complex Structures", "Basics of Transfiguration Structures"?"
When Andrew handed the parchment to the librarian Mrs. Pince for help, the serious librarian looked at the title of the book and then looked at Andrew with some doubts in his expression.
"Well, at least it's not a banned book - it's on the eighteenth row of bookshelves, on the third floor."
"Thank you very much, Mrs. Pince."
After Andrew thanked Mrs. Pince, he walked towards the bookshelf over there and briefly observed the book classification problem in the Hogwarts library on the way.
The older ones divide bookshelves according to subjects, and the classification on the bookshelf is based on the first letters of the first two words.
‘It’s easy to find the book if you know the title, but if you want to read the book based on its simple content, you still need someone to recommend it. Otherwise, self-study is really difficult to do – you’ll just go to the group and go to the group for free. ’
In line with the mentality that even a piece of waste paper has its own unique use, Andrew thought this while pulling out the book he needed.
Since he was not in a hurry to eat, he found an empty table and prepared to briefly read the two books recommended by Professor McGonagall.
[Transfiguration is not simply changing the shape of one thing into the shape of another thing - especially when connecting bodies.
Let’s use the simplest and most common item to describe it – a chair.
At first glance, the chair is a whole, but when we want to use an item to transform into a chair, the chair can only be considered a successful transformation if it can be disassembled like a normal chair, instead of being destroyed after simple disassembly. To restore the integrity of magic...]
"hiss…"
Andrew took a breath of cold air. He had no idea that a simple deformation of a dead object could suddenly expand to this point.
He used a bookmark to insert the place he had just read, and then looked back in disbelief - as expected, the subsequent transformation techniques did not go beyond the scope of deformation of dead objects, but they affected the structure, material, color and even resistance to destructiveness of objects. and the duration of the spell, making arguments beyond his current knowledge.
‘I was actually very proud of my success in turning beetles into buttons. ’
Andrew sighed - professional, so professional. Without Professor McGonagall's guidance, he probably wouldn't have been able to find such a targeted book within a year.
"Dismantle, replace, and then imagine the whole..." He sat there and spread out the parchment. When he had an idea, he would write a sentence or two on it, but most of the time he would add his own to the subsequent reading. Thoughts were blotted out in large sections.
"I see…"
…
"go out!!!"
Just when Andrew was struggling with a question, the sound of Mrs. Pince's explosion frightened him. He couldn't help but turn his head and saw that a Hufflepuff child was being beaten crazily by a loaf of white bread.
His schoolbag followed the bread, and from time to time he would be hit hard by the bread in between attacks.
"Food is strictly prohibited in the library!"
Mrs. Pince's voice sounded again, but unlike the gentleness at the borrowing desk, she was now as majestic as a tiger patrolling her territory.
After internally laughing at the unlucky guy who didn't follow the rules and was caught again, Andrew found that he was very hungry. He raised his eyes and looked out the window, only to realize that it had gotten dark at some point.
"Oops...we need to eat quickly."
Andrew put away his scrap paper, went to the still angry Mrs. Pings to borrow the book, and then ran towards the auditorium with his schoolbag.
"Caught up."
Although half of dinner has already been served, luckily I still made it in time.
The hungry Andrew found his roommate's seat and found an empty seat nearby.
"What did you do? You didn't go back to the dormitory and you're still so hungry?"
Bell, one of his roommates looked at Andrew's embarrassed look and asked curiously.
"I heard that I passed the assessment of the club that aspires to join the Ministry of Magic on the first day of school - I heard that every year the Ministry of Magic recruits people in the courtyard, your club can account for the majority."
Another boy with freckles named Hal took the initiative to respond for Andrew. He said the second half of the sentence to Andrew.
'most? I knew it...'
Andrew rolled his eyes deep in his heart, but because he couldn't break up yet, he couldn't express his harsh comments about the sixth grader.
At least you can monopolize the quota and act like we are an organization affiliated with the Ministry of Magic... It's not as good as holding a student union for half a day...
"That said, you are really good... at least you have a plan for the future... I spent half the afternoon playing the Thunderbolt Explosion card in the club..."
"play cards?"
"Well, yes, and I almost never win... The senior students can even calculate the remaining cards in your hand after a few cards are dealt - but fortunately there is still hope... There is an event on the weekend, and people from other colleges They will also gather with us to play cards, and we can even let loose a little at that time.”
It turned out to be this hope...
No, there is really hope...
'There are normal organizations and normal people, the only extreme ones are the individuals I met...Thank God. ’
Andrew felt happy and decided to reward himself with another ice cream ball.
(End of chapter)