Chapter 317 The Professor’s Return to School
August 9th.
When Andrew climbed out of his bed comfortably, he was in a very good mood.
He has insisted on going back to the lounge to sleep for a week!
It is gratifying and congratulatory. It is gratifying and congratulatory.
But what's even more gratifying is that today's magic power is growing very rapidly - both in theory and through calming down and carefully perceiving it.
‘Just go to the office for a brief look, then stop studying and keep a good rest. '
He thought so, and then stretched out comfortably - to celebrate, he rested in bed for two more hours.
When he was not wearing clothes, he saw a small pile of gifts.
But don’t worry about this, take your time.
The first one - well, Hal's.
A large thick notebook, but when opened, it turned out to be cut out newspapers.
The news reported by Andrew yesterday is posted on the latest page.
‘Is there more ahead? ’
He flipped forward curiously - the previous picture was a discussion about his Iron Armor Curse in Adventurer's Weekly.
The next one is a brief mention of his award in the Daily Prophet at the end of last school year, not even a photo.
The very beginning is the full text of the paper he published.
‘I always feel a sense of shame, why do I feel like Lockhart. ’
But there is no doubt that Hal prepared this gift very carefully.
There is also a note.
"I will record it carefully, haha. If I can't make a living in the future, I will write gossip about you!"
You kid!
Andrew smiled and cursed, then put the gift away - put it at the bottom of the box, oh my god, it's so shameful.
The next order is a large box of matcha ice cream.
I don’t know what magic was used to keep it warm, but it didn’t melt when I took it apart.
This belongs to that boy Bell.
Andrew took a big spoonful of it without any ceremony - his craftsmanship was surprisingly good.
But after looking at the label, it’s not surprising. It’s a local specialty...
He asked where in Ravenclaw could such a skilled person come from, especially that guy Bell!
The next package, a specimen, comes from Huffman.
'The claws of the scariest monster I ever encountered on my first adventure! ’
That’s what the note said.
But Andrew didn't recognize it - he was going to show it to Hagrid to identify it later.
……
There were a lot of gifts and it took me a long time to open them - it was very pleasant.
"The last three."
Andrew opened the first one, this one from Percy.
A book titled "How Prefects Gain Power".
? ? ?
I will never be a prefect in my life, Percy.
Even if the dean got it for me because he couldn't think of it for a while, Professor McGonagall would fight back - the prefects of Ravenclaw are going to work for the dean, and Professor McGonagall won't let them go.
Besides, power and stuff...
Andrew shook his head and stuffed the book Percy gave him into the most useless box - if someone else had given it to him, he would have thrown it away as trash.
Next copy.
Andrew opened the package.
Two dozen fine quills - from Dumbledore.
The principal hoped that he could improve his grades on the label, but Andrew looked like Dumbledore wanted him to work more.
‘If you can’t afford to offend me, you will do whatever the principal says...’
It was the last one, and Andrew opened it carefully. ‘Hiss…’
Is this stuff a banned book?
I have heard about it for a long time - at least it is a forbidden book in the world of transfiguration, something that is not even included in the Hogwarts library.
From, Professor McGonagall?
Andrew looked at the note, felt relieved, and put it away.
Wait until the professor arranges to see it - the ancient and dangerous transfiguration technique, he would not dare to touch it without the professor's instructions.
‘The demolition is complete, let’s go out to work! ’
With a vacation mentality in mind, Andrew walked towards Professor McGonagall’s office in small steps.
But unexpectedly, the professor was sitting in the office, flipping through the documents of the past few days.
"Professor, are you back?"
"Well, the negotiation didn't go very well. I stayed for two more days, but we still got good results."
As Professor McGonagall spoke, she motioned to Andrew to close the door - after all, it was still the confidentiality stage. Although it had been roughly decided, you had to be careful when you should.
“It’s settled, the time will be next year.”
“Are you so anxious?”
“Yes, Krum will graduate later, and Ka Karloff will go crazy."
The professor was even joking - it was obvious that she was in a very good mood after the deal was concluded.
"But I'm afraid I'm going to wrong you."
Professor McGonagall shook her head.
"Me?"
"Yes, you," Professor McGonagall looked at Andrew, "This is a competition that occurs once every four years, but you can't catch up. If it starts next year, you will miss it. "
"Next year, you will not be inferior to any student. No, your transformation can completely crush them and win the championship easily, but it is too dangerous, too dangerous - the last Triwizard Battle. Do you know how the game ended?"
"I remember," Andrew answered seriously, "there was a serious accident."
"Yeah, so, everyone doesn't want minors to participate this time - the selection of the Goblet of Fire is really too unfair. It’s sure, it chooses the student it thinks is the strongest as the warrior, but no one can confirm who it chooses.”
’Yes, unless it’s someone like that, right. Fake Moody, but what exactly is it called? I can’t remember clearly, damn speedrun…’
Seeing Andrew’s silence, Professor McGonagall continued to add.
"I'm not sure if you would be a warrior if the age limit was opened, but if the rest of the younger students were selected, such as Miss Granger or a higher grade student, that would be Let them die.”
"I understand very well, Professor."
Andrew said seriously.
“This is the first competition to be restarted, and we must ensure that there are no problems. Compared to the fact that I may be selected, I hope that the competition continues stably, which is more beneficial.”< br>
“That is the Triwizard Tournament championship trophy.”
Professor McGonagall herself was a little excited when she said it.
"I think I can get a Merlin badge or something by saving time and spending more time on Transfiguration, Professor."
Andrew joked.
"The fourth grade is still too reluctant, at least the fifth grade, right? No, considering the exam, it is better to study comprehensively in the sixth grade."
Professor, it's just a joke, don't take it seriously. !
"Then let's settle it like this. After confirming this matter, we can continue the discussion below."
"Yes."
"By the way, today is your birthday. Stop working and have a good rest."
"That's what I planned, Professor."
" Come here tomorrow and start your Human Transfiguration course on time. Read that book after you study it - it is prohibited to spread it in any way, including your notes."
The professor added with a serious expression.
"I will keep it safe."
"Well, well, go down and have a rest. Nothing else happens."
"I will, Professor."
Andrew left, closing the door gently.
'The Triwizard Tournament,' Andrew sighed, "Fourth grade versus seventh grade. The professor overestimates me, so I won't get involved."
He has set a flag for himself, it’s a sure thing!
(End of this chapter)