Chapter 206 Howling Letter
Hogwarts is not a school in the traditional sense - Andrew knew this on his first day at the school.
As he spent more time in the office, these inner differences became more apparent.
The imprints left by the Big Four, or the four founders, are almost ubiquitous, and even the young wizards trained from generation to generation have left the imprint of the four colleges on the entire magical society.
Therefore, after learning that the Sword of Gryffindor had been summoned, Andrew gave up all attempts to participate and directly chose to become a crowd of onlookers.
The hats and school rules from a thousand years ago were pitted against the two current principals (Dumbledore even voted with a smile, Andrew was so suspicious). He was not Gryffindor, so it was better not to have this kind of fun.
If he hadn't been called out when he went out, he even planned to take a leave of absence, but unfortunately he couldn't.
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"As expected...there's no way to compare."
About ten minutes later, Andrew successfully got the result.
Well, it seems that the satisfied Sorting Hat returned to Dumbledore's office (Andrew seriously doubted that it was placed in the principal's office not because of its importance, but because of danger), and Gryffindor's sword was also put away by Dumbledore with a smile. Gone.
Although the Weasley brothers who summoned the Sword of Gryffindor were given confinement until the Christmas holidays, Professor McGonagall's scolding and anger were not as outrageous as the confinement revealed - not even a point was deducted!
"I sense a true Gryffindor in need of help."
Well, it was the Sorting Hat that convinced almost everyone.
After all, the shiny Sword of Gryffindor is no joke - even Percy looked eager to try it out after Dumbledore generously allowed everyone involved to try swinging it for five minutes.
As for the rest of the prefects, Andrew felt like stars were popping out of their eyes...
Of course, that's what he said, Andrew didn't refuse when it was his turn - it can only be said that Gryffindor's sword is really easy to use, even if he can't even slash, but when he pretends to try, It feels very good.
Well - yes, let's write in the ending that Dumbledore defeated Grindelwald wielding Gryffindor's dagger, sword in his left hand and cane in his right hand.
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"Okay, that's it. Judging from the results, this is great, isn't it?"
Dumbledore held up Gryffindor's sword and hat with a smile and announced to Andrew and the others. As for the Weasley brothers who pretended to have regretful expressions on their faces, they were completely ignored.
However, once Dumbledore was taken away, Professor McGonagall stepped forward.
"We're all here. Let's make some arrangements for Brother Weasley's confinement, and write a letter to his home - Taylor, you will grade the homework, and you guys will handle the confinement."
Professor McGonagall left after making arrangements, leaving behind a bunch of prefects and Andrew who was mixed in. As for the twin brothers, they were sent to Filch to receive today's confinement.
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"The professor is really letting off steam. It seems that Baojian's reputation is really great..."
"Yeah, and he's very handsome."
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What to release?
Andrew looked up - where was the water?
"What are you looking at, Andrew, don't you know your reputation? Nothing major has happened since the beginning of the school year, but it was all caused by you when the school year started."
Huffman looked confident - if he wanted to give a serious lesson, could he get Andrew to correct his homework?
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What does this have to do with anything, bastard!
Andrew rolled his eyes, made a very unfriendly gesture, and then began to immerse himself in the homework-fourth grade students are like that, the quality of the homework this week is average...
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"Perfect. Your transformation technique is almost as good as the real thing. This saves a lot of materials."
At breakfast the next day, Andrew went to the greenhouse as a routine to start today's herbal transformation practice - I don't know if it was because of practicing on the grass these days. The herbal medicine he imitated today received strong praise from Professor Adams.
"Fortunately, there is some progress, but it is still far from the professor's requirements."
He looked at his work without humility - if nothing else, the intensity of this spell lasted for more than a year.
This is already the regular time for the graduate wizard's transfiguration. There is no doubt that the practice during this period has played a big role.
"Yes, Professor McGonagall's requirements have always been ridiculously high..." Adams nodded in agreement, although his voice was lowered, "By the way, I heard that Gryffindor's sword has appeared again?"
What happened yesterday afternoon—ah, that’s right, it’s been one night, it’s time to spread the word.
Andrew had no doubt that the prefects would be showing off the fact that they had wielded Gryffindor's sword in their houses last night - it was strange that it hadn't spread throughout the night.
"Sorry, Professor Adams, I can't say this..."
Andrew shook his head, "But if you insist on knowing, I can only say that you can go to the principal's office and have a look."
This is the limit. He can’t control how much information others leak. Andrew can only pay attention to everything.
"It's true!"
Adams made an envious sound, "It's great. Gryffindor's things are still there, and I don't know when Hufflepuff's golden cup will be found."
It’s no use finding it, it’s been ruined…
"You know, classmate Andrew, Hufflepuff's golden cup can turn any low-quality wine into the most delicious wine."
Adams looked yearning, "It is said that in order to successfully experiment, Hufflepuff brewed countless vinegars and eventually piled them up at the door of the Hufflepuff lounge. If you mess around, the vinegar will spray out. ”
"Ahem..."
A deliberately pretended cough sounded, and the Hufflepuff on the side almost stared out of his eyes - Professor, stop talking, no one from the outer courtyard has visited the Hufflepuff lounge yet, don't give away all the news. Yes!
There is a Gryffindor here to do odd jobs, and a Ravenclaw here to do odd jobs. Let’s talk about it in private!
"Ah, here... try some fresh grapes, classmate Andrew."
Adams hurriedly handed over the grape basket, and Andrew, who was quite self-aware, quickly left before they started to drive people away - it was impossible to leave, and the Hufflepuff students would get angry if they kept listening.
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I visited Hagrid with grapes, observed the rooster and tried to use straw to turn one into a living one - but it failed very normally.
But this was the last moment the smile existed.
When he jogged back to the auditorium, breakfast had started for a while.
But no one paid attention to breakfast, because there was a huge voice in the entire auditorium.
"...Sneak into the principal's office and steal the sorting hat! I won't be surprised at all if you are expelled. See how I deal with you then!"
Howler letter!
But…
Andrew looked at the two people in the center of the roaring letter, speechless - it was like a student who smashed the backboard with a slam dunk and then welcomed the whole school with criticism and compensation.
Oh, no, it was a group crime, so there were two.
"This is outrageous...these two guys..."
But there was no way - Dumbledore didn't pursue the matter, Professor McGonagall didn't get angry, and the matter was dealt with. Moreover, there was no victim, only a ghost who had his head cut off and happily said thank you.
This is an outrageous one.
What could Andrew say?
You can't be the handler who doesn't abide by school rules just because he doesn't like it, right? Then he is really no different from Filch - but it doesn't matter, just accumulate.
He believed that the two would not commit just one foul.
Moreover, this time he did something that was not a prank on Dumbledore for helping others, which is indeed normal in the lives of the two of them...
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However, when he passed by, the proud expressions on the twins' faces disappeared instantly, and their pride was replaced by serious faces, and even the whispers around them became much quieter. "The two of them are miserable. If nothing goes wrong this time, I'm afraid they will have to clean the cafeteria in circles next time."
"Maybe I'll clean with a mop and broom during the meal..."
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A very low voice floated over, and Andrew's face darkened, and he floated to the dining table of his college as if resigned to his fate.
No, why did he feel heartache when their arrogance was suppressed?
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"Good job, one more, Nick!"
"no problem!"
When dinner was not served at night, the whole auditorium was noisy because the professors did not come - of course, the main reason was Nick performing in the middle.
He threw his head into the sky with one hand, then began to run quickly towards the landing point, and caught it steadily - causing the entire school students to applaud.
"There's more!"
Nick yelled, "This time it's..."
He waved his arms and threw his head in an arc, and then a ghost ran out from the other wall, holding a transparent stick and hitting his head back with a bang.
Nick easily caught it with his hands, and then put his head back on his neck.
"Wow!"
The Gryffindor table immediately started shouting in unison.
Harry clapped very hard - he had heard Nick complain too many times that his head couldn't fall off.
"Nick looked over the moon."
"Yeah, he always likes to get attention - but he has a great personality and usually does it by helping others."
A ghost suddenly appeared next to Harry and said with a somewhat happy expression.
"ah?"
"Well, it's a bit scary, but Nick's death anniversary is approaching, and we are on our way here one after another."
"Will it take long?"
Harry asked in awe.
"No, it's just that I want to stay a few more days, and his head suddenly - well, so severed." The new ghost said with envy, "I also want to see the pair. Can the generous twins help me with anything?”
"generous?"
Harry didn't mean to say anything, but Ron felt a little bad.
He really couldn't imagine that his two brothers had anything to do with this word.
Generous George and Fred?
The teddy bear he turned into a spider, his tongue that was almost burned off, the unbreakable vow he almost signed...
These two guys don't have much merit other than keeping their promises!
As for the virtue of generosity, it has nothing to do with any of them.
"I'm afraid they don't have time to help you...someone is holding the two of them in solitary confinement."
Ron almost couldn't hold back his laughter - there weren't many opportunities to trick his brother, so he had to seize it.
"Take them into custody? Is it corporal punishment? Or is it management, or um, a club or a follower or something?"
Hogwarts has existed for too long, and ghosts have existed in all eras. Once the death takes too long, and if you don't care about time, there will be a lot of problems - in every sense.
"It's considered management. Andrew Taylor of Ravenclaw must nod. He's probably still practicing over at Black Lake?"
Anyway, the most destructive power of the ghosts in Hogwarts is not as high as that of Peeves. If the ghosts say something randomly, the two noisy guys will have to suffer a little bit - didn't you see what happened in the morning?
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"Ask me to release or reduce the sentences of the two Weasleys in exchange for a ransom?"
Andrew, who was finishing his work on the edge of the Black Lake, looked confused at the moment.
no?
Sentence?
This isn't Azkaban, so where's the sentence?
Besides, the confinement of the two of them is not under his control.
"Well, the confinement management is not in my hands, and I can't handle it, but if necessary, I can go through the trouble and introduce him to Professor McGonagall - but I can't just come here."
Andrew said as he finished casting the spell one last time, making the entire field as consistent as possible.
The fact that a ghost was trying to ask for help was outrageous - but there were previous examples.
But if you say you can report it to the professor casually, you are just creating trouble for the professor.
"Ah, yes...yes, yes, how about a sum of gold? Your, um, now it's called an introduction fee..."
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If Andrew hadn't seen gold, he would have said something directly.
"But it may not be able to help you."
"Nick can do it, so can I - I plan to divide myself into several pieces, one for my hometown, one for my home, another for my lover, and one for my maid..."
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"I have thought about it for a long time, and I really don't know who should accompany me. I can only do this. I still have half a treasury in Gringotts. If you can do it, I am willing to donate a fortune to the person in charge. Big money, one more for you. Of course, the two Mr. Weasleys also have one."
I'll forget it...donate it to the school...
Um...you have to discuss this with the professor.
It stands to reason that there is no problem in accepting donations, but when it comes to ghost money, isn't it a bit... too weird?
Moreover, this requirement is also...
But... forget it, the magical world is indeed very confusing.
Andrew started running, running all the way through the corridor, rushing towards Professor McGonagall's office, and then knocked on the door of Professor McGonagall's office.
As for the ghost, he quickly followed in, but stood politely at the door of the office.
"What happened, Tyler?"
Professor McGonagall seemed to be used to it and didn't panic at all.
"A donor has arrived."
"Now? When did this happen?"
Professor McGonagall had no doubt that Andrew was joking.
"I think it's very early..." Andrew said seriously, "The donor is a ghost..."
(End of chapter)