Chapter 66 In order not to work overtime
'On the first day of the holiday, I have to get familiar with the documents...it's really...'
Andrew, who sent his roommates away after breakfast, walked casually towards Professor McGonagall's office - except for him, everyone else in the dormitory chose to go home.
Even he himself did not intend to waste the first day of his vacation. After staying in the office for half a day, he planned to go back to the common room to read stories by the fireplace for half a day, relaxing and finding some new inspiration at the same time.
‘Hurry up and organize the file format, and you can rest after you are roughly familiar with the wording in official documents. ’
He finally moved his arms, opened the door to Professor McGonagall's office, and greeted the house elf inside, "Hello, Jim."
"Hello, Mr. Taylor - would you like anything to drink?"
"Ah, no need, I just came back from the restaurant."
"Okay, call me if you need anything."
After a soft sound, the house elf disappeared.
'What a convenient magic...'
Andrew sighed in admiration. He had no idea about this kind of magic that was currently far beyond his ability. He sat down at his desk, took out his notebook from his backpack, and began to analyze the stack of documents on the desk.
But this job was a little easier than he thought - thanks to that weird club, he had even read the entire analysis, and there was even information on the tables in the break room...
‘It’s true that everything can be put to a strange use. ’
Andrew admired it, and flipped through it when he was about to go back. As for the current document, he should first understand it according to his own way of thinking, and then make comparisons.
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'Halfway down...'
Andrew stood up and stretched out - Hogwarts' official documents were a little less strict than he thought, and the templates were similar. As for the details, he hadn't studied the wording in depth yet, and planned to work on it tomorrow. .
Just as he was thinking about getting a glass of water to drink, there was a hurried knock on the office door.
"Please come in."
Andrew shouted towards the door.
A red-haired boy rushed into the office almost immediately - it was Percy.
"Professor, they, they—"
"The professor is not here, Senior Percy."
Andrew looked at Percy with a little surprise. Professor Quirrell disappeared with Mr. Nose. What else in the castle could make him so anxious?
"Ah... no... do you know where the professor is, Andrew?"
"I don't know. The professor was not here when I came. Maybe you can ask about oil paintings."
"It's too late... It's over, this vacation is in vain..."
Percy had a look of despair on his face, "I'm done."
However, his eyes quickly shifted to Andrew, with a bit of joy in his eyes, "You also stayed in school, right?"
"Yes, the professor asked me to familiarize myself with the documents."
"That's great..."
This strange behavior confused Andrew, "What happened? You are so anxious." Percy told Andrew what happened with a heavy face, "Currently, those Slytherins are still stranded near the platform, their The prefect left four to maintain order, and the remaining two returned to the school to report. I met them in the hall. "
Fake train? And then he ran away in a real car?
Andrew couldn't hold it in any longer, and he didn't want to hold it in either. A smile appeared on his face naturally, "You are--it's really your fault. This is more uncomfortable than beating them up... But why don't you smile?" West?"
Andrew smiled half way through before realizing that something was wrong with Percy's expression - it shouldn't be. As a Gryffindor, keeping a calm expression in public is enough to be responsible for the position of prefect. If you don't smile in private, you are waiting to be criticized by others. Is Gryffindor isolated?
"I want to laugh, but Andrew," Percy's eyes were heavy, "among the six prefects in Gryffindor, I am the only one who is detained in school."
Andrew has met all six prefects, one male and one male from each grade in fifth, sixth and seventh grade. He knows them all these days - but what does it matter?
"Slytherin students will complain when they go home. Some of their families can send letters to the office. Professor McGonagall may usually ignore those letters, but as a Gryffindor Dean, this time she must respond, and the disassembly and classification of those letters, and even the reply to some of the letters..."
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Okay, don't say any more, it will be disrespectful.
Andrew couldn't stop laughing either - why bother asking, prefects used to take turns, but now there's only one prefect and one assistant...
'No, I haven't finished writing the manuscript yet...I can't manage the time...'
Andrew, who originally looked at this incident with a smile, began to think quickly. It was about the happiness of the holiday, and he had to save himself.
"You came here immediately, right?"
"Yes."
"Then do you have the courage?"
These words were obviously a bit provocative to the Gryffindor prefects, even Percy.
"Very well, then go to the Slytherin students and apologize to their prefect."
As Andrew spoke, he let an office quill pen write quickly on the parchment according to his description.
"Are you crazy?"
"You're not crazy - you have to apologize, but be proud," Andrew organized his words, "and very loudly but sincerely admit that it was you Gryffindors who planned this huge deception and were responsible for this Act responsibly.”
The quill pen wrote what Andrew roughly described in a very civilized form - although it was a bit rigid, it was enough.
"However, you, the prefect, have realized the error and irrationality of this matter, decided to stand up and clearly explain the cause of the matter, determined to take the responsibility for this matter, and are willing to accept the responsibility of the school for this prank incident. Punishment, and a magical copy of this apology statement sent to every Slytherin's home as an explanation for their late arrival."
Andrew briefly described his thoughts, while Percy was over there, his eyes changed.
"They wouldn't admit it to death if I said so."
Slytherin has won the House Cup six times in a row, but if they recognized such a letter and actually sent it home, it would really bring shame on the family.
After he said this, even if someone was dissatisfied, they would be suppressed by the senior Slytherin students and wait until after the Christmas vacation to retaliate.
"By the way, you can give them an excuse - just say that they were preparing to celebrate the Academy Cup they won this year. They were too happy to celebrate in the lounge, so they missed the train, so the school needs to provide a train to get home the next day. ”
"They will take me to the school hospital."
Percy looked at Andrew, his tone was affirmative, but his expression was much more relaxed - forcibly forcing the Slytherin students to accept this matter meant not reporting to the house, and it also meant that the two houses would be going crazy against each other next semester. , but the consequences would be much smaller than they are now.
"Then are you going?"
"Go, I have to get this done before the professor is officially notified."
Percy looked as if he was dead.
(End of chapter)