Chapter 77 The new semester begins
"We're back!"
Just as Andrew was taking notes in the dormitory, the door was suddenly pushed open.
Bell, who was as tall as a third-grader, barged in in a near-collision mode, walked quickly to his bed, and pounced on him.
"Andrew is not here, what are you shouting - he must be in the library...Oh, my God, what day is it today?"
Hal, who was talking a little slower, walked in, with an exaggerated expression on his face when he saw Andrew.
"The first day of school."
Andrew put down the quill and closed the notebook, "Where are the two of them?"
"In the back, Ganassi next door got an introduction to Egyptian witchcraft from nowhere. The two of them didn't even squeeze into the carriage with us - let me tell you, Andrew, a carriage that can fly by itself. !”
"No, it's Ye Qi! Although I can't see it, the senior said so."
Bell retorted firmly.
"Yes, it's Ye Qi - you should have heard about what happened before the holiday, right? Didn't they start having sex on the train?"
"There was a fight, but there were a few seventh-year Hufflepuffs in the car who were interns at St. Mungo's. They were cured on the spot - but two of them felt their mouths were a little crooked. They should go to the hospital now. ”
ah?
Although it was not the first time he heard such outrageous news, Andrew was still a little uncomfortable with it.
The near-universal potion and the help of magic make the impact of non-magical injuries on wizards too small - unless it is a fatal injury, two days of recovery time is enough for any serious injury.
But it is precisely because of this ridiculously powerful medical treatment that the fights in the school are far worse than in other schools - there is no way, missing arms and legs are minor injuries, and people will be able to go to school normally in the next day. It would be strange if they don't break their heads...
"I'm afraid there's still time to fight," Andrew sighed. "Slytherin is basically determined for this year's Academy Cup. Gryffindor will definitely not focus on the score anymore, and Slytherin will definitely be cheated once." To take it out."
"It's none of our business. No college will fight on two fronts - by the way, when I first came here, I saw that other colleges had piled up statues of their founders, didn't we?"
Hal was noncommittal, he liked to hear something interesting - Slytherin and Gryffindor fighting was not news at Hogwarts.
"Yes, it's on the top of the tower, but it's hard to see - the best viewing angle is to fly up to the sky from the stadium."
"Cool, what about school? Is there anything new happening on campus?"
Yes, there is, but I can't say...
Andrew shook his head. I knew he would have such a helpless expression when he welcomed his roommate.
"My bad, I should have asked the library if they have purchased a new batch of books."
These words caused Bell to laugh wildly in support, "Yes, yes, Andrew must know this issue."
"I'm going out to inquire. See you in the restaurant."
After Hal once again confirmed that his roommate was a traditionalist, he ran away.
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"You are really..."
At the dinner table, Hal looked at Andrew and shook his head.
In the short period of just over an hour between returning to school and having dinner, Hal had already inquired about the three couples in the school who stayed in school because of their love, and a seventh-year student who had obtained an intern position at the Ministry of Magic. Professor Flitwick planned to start a club, the Weasley brothers were caught by Filch the day before yesterday (this information was seriously despised by a group of first-year people and said it was not news), and a Hufflepuff student was sent to the hospital for food poisoning before dinner. Five people... and a series of information.
The number and scope are astonishing. "Message, message is the most important thing," Hal shook his finger, his childish round face under his messy hair full of confidence and pride, "I will definitely be able to work as a reporter for the Daily Prophet in the future."
None of the first-year students refuted him - it was such a lively time for the school year to hear these campus messages, which really made people feel happy.
Although Andrew has a certain bias against journalism, he still quite recognizes Hal's strength - he stayed in school for a whole vacation and was completely unaware of these things.
"This is not news, yours is at best gossip about the school."
A third grader who Andrew hadn't paid much attention to looked over and said, "Not even close."
"You should pay more attention to Rita's news. Only her exclusive and unexpected things can be considered news. You are too far behind. The most important thing about news is unexpected surprises, not chaos. The parents are short-sighted.”
Andrew still knew Rita's name - he had carefully researched the best-selling magazines in the wizarding world and knew about Rita Skeeter.
One of the most popular journalists in the wizarding world, and yes, this is also at odds with that speedrun. It said Rita was a shameless and unpopular fellow.
Andrew did not confirm this point of shamelessness, and it remains to be understood, but it is absolutely impossible to be unpopular - she is the sister of the highest-selling newspaper in the wizarding world, and her fans are not much less than that of the best-selling author.
Meeting her fans in the castle is not a strange thing. To be precise, it is strange not to meet her fans.
"I don't agree with some of her remarks," Bell said seriously. "Her news is too pursuit of uniqueness, as if everything has a hidden side and everything has a strange reversal - this is too one-sided. Well, there are so many reasons for many things.”
"What's news if it's not novel? Who wants to read those boring things..."
The other party shook his head and turned away, not even wanting to argue, as if he would be polluted if he said more to Bell.
"Hmph..." Bell made a contemptuous sound through his nose in response, but was not affected and continued to start his school gossip.
The prefects just glanced at it, turned their heads indifferently, and continued to deal with the food - don't worry, this kind of thing is too common in Ravenclaw.
Disagreements are too common in Ravenclaw, especially when it comes to differences in hobbies. It is normal to get into fights. There are not even the conflicts between a few groups that are worthy of attention—— The latter's attack was a ruthless one.
As far as the two in front of me are concerned, even if they quarrel after graduation, they will just have a war of words in the newspaper, have a fight in person, and those in the club...
All I can say is that anything mixed with Galleons or the Ministry of Magic is not good.
The six prefects looked at each other and shook their heads.
It would be great if they could all be like that student named Taylor - the traditional Ravenclaw who goes to the library is the most popular, but it would be good if one-third of the students can do it every year, and Everyone's addiction time is high and low.
It sounds outrageous that not all Ravenclaws who pursue wisdom spend their time in the library - but that's exactly what happens.
The accumulation of knowledge, logical reasoning, observation and association of things, control of one's own emotions, and handling of things and relationships are all wisdom.
More than half of Ravenclaw students only maintain acceptable grades in other subjects, and then spend a lot of time on what they are interested in, and they are quite crazy about understanding it.
And the craziness of these people can even be subdivided - just like playing competitive games, some people rush to rank like crazy, while others specialize in one role and study various playing styles, and some people, They like to study routines and play with different feelings. As for the rest, there are still people who play and switch to single-player...
Most of the things that Ravenclaw is interested in cannot be solved by spending time in the library. You can't say that it is not the pursuit of wisdom.
The rest are so bizarre that it’s impossible to even list them all.
‘It’s noisy...what can we do...there is no one who can take the lead. ’
The six of them looked at each other - it would be very late to determine the prefect of this first-year class.
(End of chapter)