Chapter 199 Everything is on track (consolidation)
"Professor, it's done. Myrtle can't enter the secret room. Professor Snape gave her the processed snake skull."
In Professor McGonagall's office, Andrew was bracing himself for a reply.
The matter was considered done, and he had to report progress issues to Professor McGonagall.
"You don't seem to be in a good mood, Tyler."
Professor McGonagall looked up from the pile of homework and asked with concern, "Is it because of Myrtle?"
"Well, there are some...I don't seem to be able to accept death..."
"No one likes it, but when war comes, no one can do anything about it. Don't be on duty today. Go to the Black Lake to relax, or go to the stadium to fly for a while, or play Thunderbolt Explosion Cards to give yourself a break. Fake."
The professor sighed, "Go and have a good rest."
"Yes, Professor."
"Well, by the way, Albus asked you to find him after class on Monday morning next week. Don't forget the time."
"Okay, Professor, I remember."
Andrew nodded, walked out of the office out of boredom, and started walking towards the outside of the castle.
holiday…
It was indeed a bit difficult... He was indeed affected by Myrtle's incident, and this kind of mentality was really not easy to bring back to the dormitory.
‘Let’s bask in the sun by the Black Lake, and then... go play Thunderbolt for a while in the afternoon? ’
While he was thinking, he walked to the Black Lake, and then used the transformation technique to set up a comfortable recliner for himself.
'Death, damn it, it has nothing to do with it at all, why would you think of that bastard thing...'
Sighing, Andrew began to try to shift his thoughts to other places - such as the showdown between Dumbledore and Grindelwald.
However, no matter how you think about it, Dumbledore always easily defeated Grindelwald with a large number of transformation puppets - this is already part of the ending!
"Dumbledore is really, really strong beyond imagination..."
With a thought in his mind, Andrew summoned a piece of stone with his wand, and then threw it towards the calm lake.
twice…
Hell…
He became interested and began to summon stones one by one, and then began to exercise.
But it's very bleak, even if you take it seriously, you can only do it five times at most.
"Hell, hell..."
Andrew sighed and tapped the stone with his wand - the stone that was forcibly transformed into a suitable shape by the transfiguration spell made six splashes fly beautifully.
No, nine…
Who is so idle?
Andrew had a dark face—the second wasted stone was not thrown by him.
Don't know him.
A student from the same school, who looked like she was in the first grade, still had undried tears on her face. She threw another stone - this time less, seven splashes.
…
We can't stay here anymore, the first-year students are bullying the second-year students.
But you still have to make a habit of asking before leaving.
"Been beaten by someone from the outer courtyard?"
Shaking his head desperately.
"Being beaten by someone from the same hospital?"
Still shaking his head.
Then it's okay - it's easy to say if you don't hit someone.
"If someone beats you, go directly to your prefect. The same goes for extortion and robbery. Or you can go to me. It can be handled a little bit, but it's not as convenient as the prefect. You don't have to worry about retaliation. I promise there won't be any."
Andrew patted his chest as a pledge, then patted his butt to remove the transformation spell - he couldn't stay here any longer.
If you're not being beaten, robbed or extorted, you don't have to worry about it.
He has seen too many people cry - this year was better. Last year, students in the same grade would occasionally hide in school and cry.
The vast majority of people are homesick, and the minority are those who feel that school is too hard. Then there are those who quarrel with friends, those who are being treated harshly by professors, those who cannot change their clothes when they are stained...
Among the eleven-year-old students, some are smart enough to go out and cheat money, while others are as stupid as elementary school students.
He can guarantee that it is not because of fighting, extortion, or other murderous acts, which is the limit. Percy complained - there are even little kids in Gryffindor who cry because the pudding is smaller...
"You're really not being bullied, are you? If you're bullied, come to me. I can basically deal with it in the academy."
Shaking his head one after another.
It was probably because I was homesick or had a fight with my friends.
He really can't help in this case - his abilities are limited, and the limited help he can provide does not include the character of a close eldest sister.
Just slap your butt and leave! Just making way for homesick children is definitely not a waste of time!
Leave quickly—the squid isn’t worried about anyone jumping into the lake anyway, and the other party doesn’t have that intention...
After walking away, Andrew was in a much happier mood - after careful calculation, he had indeed scared a lot of bastards this school year. Although he quarreled with friends, missed home, had his shoelaces untied, and was bullied by professors, he was a little bit shy. I didn't help much, but I stopped a lot of incidents.
As for the one just now, he did his best to help.
Then...
Well, I reconciled with myself, buried the person who lost his nose to death deep in my heart, and then... Well, damn, there is still snake meat that I haven't processed yet!
I don’t know where exactly Percy made an appointment!
Andrew came to his senses and rushed towards the castle with a trot of wine - he had to find someone to ask about Percy's location.
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"It's so sweet..."
"really."
"How can you make soup from such old snake meat?"
Andrew looked curiously at the proud Nazarov.
"A little bit of magic, a little bit of herbs, and a little bit of thinking, our Hufflepuff cooking magic is not just for show."
"More than that."
Andrew used a spoon to pick up a bit of meat, "It has lived for so long...it really is...although it has nothing to do with melting in your mouth, but the taste is no different from normal meat."
"Of course, but it's a pity that the materials are limited. Otherwise, we could have made a better one...a snake as thick as a thousand years old, but the two of you just managed to get back a little bit of meat...it's really..."
Nazarov looked disappointed.
Why don't you two quarrel with Snape? Not to mention getting half a piece back, but just getting one piece for one person!
But Andrew and Percy gave him a why-not-go look back at him.
Negotiate with Snape?
I hate that even though I have many credits, I don’t act like this!
Just be content if you can eat the basilisk. Judging from Professor Snape's appearance, I'm afraid all the ingredients were either sealed or boiled into potions, even the meat.
Andrew rolled his eyes and finished another bowl of soup.
You should learn from Penelo. You see, after Percy brought him here, he only praised the craftsmanship and drank the soup, without even a word of nonsense!
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After Andrew and the others returned to the castle after drinking soup, some random rumors emerged.
Because some evildoers have targeted Professor McGonagall's secret transfiguration spell and blocked it - everyone saw it dismantled.
Various rumors resurfaced.
Treasure theories, decoration theories, suicide theories, conspiracy theories...these rumors, which had finally subsided for a while, suddenly came out as the blockade was lifted.
The most critical thing is that the innermost bathroom compartment is permanently locked, which only adds to the suspicion of those people - even Andrew found out that it was completely sealed at the dining table.
‘What did the professor do? ’
He didn't know, anyway, at present, ordinary students can't visit Myrtle at will - Myrtle will come out on her own anyway, and it doesn't matter whether she is sealed or not.
But I don’t know who is so capable - that night, all conspiracy theories were almost unified.
There was no conspiracy or treasure at all, but Slytherin's secret room had been opened by Dumbledore.
Well, even these remarks contained a true version, saying that a terrible basilisk was hidden in the secret room and was killed by Dumbledore.
…
Damn it, who spread this?
Andrew looked at his roommate's story curiously, but couldn't say anything - hell, these people almost knew more than him!
When he went to the office for duty after class the next day, he learned something.
Professor Snape was informed by the Hufflepuff students when he showed his new potion ingredients to Professor Sprout, and most of what those Slytherin students said when they were bragging were pieced together. the truth.
As for why most of them?
The reason is simple - it is said that after Dumbledore killed the basilisk, he rewarded the basilisk to Slytherin House in order to reward the Slytherin students for their seventh consecutive championship.
Well...this is the latest information.
It's so bloody stupid - but the Slytherin students have already begun to look at people with their nostrils.
'Let the bullets fly for a while...'
Andrew sighed.
Anyway, officially - to be precise, there was no announcement from the office. How the rumors spread is a matter of rumors.
The biggest impact of this incident was on the confinement aspect - probably because the wall was demolished, Filch captured eleven students who tried to break into the women's toilet in the middle of the night, and then happily arrested them and imprisoned them. Confined.
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"I'm here, Professor Dumbledore."
"Well, sit down, classmate Andrew."
After a baptism of news, Andrew finally came to Dumbledore's office on Monday.
"What's coming?"
"Just lemonade, Professor."
Andrew said while looking at Dumbledore's office with his peripheral vision - he soon discovered the diary he had submitted.
It is currently placed at the feet of Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix. From time to time, the feathers that fall off set off flames, burning a large piece of the notebook, and then return to their original appearance.
‘Not destroyed yet? ’
But Andrew wasn't worried - the basilisk's venom was in Professor Snape's office, and it wouldn't be difficult for Dumbledore to set it on fire.
"I originally planned to let you come earlier, but Riddle's diary is a little more tempting than I thought. Both the conversation and the opening of the secret room have been delayed a lot."
"But it's not a bad thing. I have inquired with Minerva about your progress in detail. Do you remember the spellcasting at the weekend?"
Spellcasting on the weekend?
Andrew remembered—Professor McGonagall routinely assessed his progress in range transformation.
"You worked harder than I expected. There won't be any problems with your grades in other subjects this year, right?"
"No, Professor."
Andrew is full of confidence - he can't even think about getting all O's, and there is no pressure to pass all O's.
This is not the limit. The number of manuscripts is quite impressive at present. In a few days...
Stop it, don't think too much about things related to the astronomy tower.
"Learn all the grassland types on my own, all the river types on my own, all the common shrub types on my own..."
Dumbledore mentioned more than a dozen common terrains, "You actually wrote them down and tried them all. It's really unexpected..."
? ? ?
Unexpected was not a good word, and Andrew suspected he had made a mistake.
"That's true, but Minerva is a little too impatient..."
Dumbledore looked at Andrew, "The laboratory is very good. You continue to practice, but in the future, you must set aside one - no, one and a half hours to try to imitate the deformation of the grass next to the Black Lake. Don't relax."
"Only practice on grass?"
"Just practice on grass, and you have to be like it, the more like it, the better."
Dumbledore looked at Andrew, his tone gentle but unquestionable.
‘What’s the difference from a laboratory? ’
‘More realistic? ’
Andrew couldn't be sure - in the reference material, the folding animations were only slightly less realistic.
"I will, Professor."
"That's it for now, practice, practice hard, and don't stop learning other ranged spells."
"No problem, Professor!"
Andrew shouted back.
"Also, this..."
Dumbledore fiddled with a small planetarium from the table.
"Although it only saves a little time in astronomy class, it will be helpful to you."
hiss…
This is not cheap, and it is much smaller than the common expensive ones...
"Let's practice first. Range casting. Don't be lazy. Okay, let's go report to Minerva."
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"It slightly affected the process of writing the book, but it's not a big problem..."
"But range casting... no, it's range deformation to be precise..." Andrew held the astrology device carefully, "Both the professor and the principal attach so much importance to it, what exactly is hidden in this thing?"
He has been able to create a swamp or beach at random in places like corridors - but it's no use.
Even if Mr. Filch left him alone, the senior students coming and going could still use a little effort to clean up his transformation.
His magic power was insufficient and too easy for the graduates to crack.
"It shouldn't have anything to do with fighting, but something to do with a certain realm?"
"But this is a very serious magic, and it's not something I'm thinking about..."
The confused Andrew finally had no choice but to give up thinking about this issue and put continued training as the first item on his agenda.
"Continue to exercise. As for the grass imitation, I'll leave it to the time after class in the afternoon..."
"There is also an astrology device. Just take it to the professor and report it later. I suspect that this class is just to sell this thing, but there is no evidence..."
Anyway, one person can buy the entire dormitory and enjoy it - there is no need to look at the stars and record the horoscopes in the cold wind.
The source is reasonable. After all, the most public income on the books is the galleons given by the Black family. It would be too extravagant to buy this thing.
"That's about it for today? Well, the Chamber of Secrets passed safely, and the diary is in Dumbledore's hands... There's nothing going on in the castle."
‘To reward myself, I will update three pages of the manuscript today, and then practice normally in the laboratory... I will go to occupy the Black Lake area in the afternoon. ’
(End of chapter)