This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

"Nice new dress, Andrew."

Huffman whispered, but even without looking at his somewhat mean smile, Andrew could hear the malice in his voice just by listening to it.

One thing to say - this ceremonial robe is really ugly, but I still have to wear it.

Andrew preferred that Professor McGonagall let him buy it at his own expense instead of going through the school's public accounts - but he didn't get the clothes sent by an owl until the afternoon of the reception, and it was too late to order brand new ones by mail.

Moreover, even if he gets a brand new one, I am afraid that the professor is unlikely to allow him to wear the clothes he likes - after all, this is a quite formal welcome event.

Although people from the Examination Authority come here every year, this is a five-year decision that cannot be repeated by Hogwarts students, and there is no room for nonsense.

After taking a few deep breaths, Andrew deceived himself with the wizard's aesthetic, and allowed himself to stay in this piece of clothing that looked a bit like a teenager pretending to be old-fashioned.

Its shoulders were deliberately made higher, the matching shoes were also padded up, and the sleeves were tightened - in short, it made him feel uncomfortable.

If he were wearing regular clothes, Andrew wouldn't mind giving Huffman a hard elbow, but that didn't work this way.

Kicking and stepping on it won't work - it will stain the ceremonial robes. His current cleaning skills are not good enough to clean the clothes. If he were to use shoe prints to threaten the whole day's work, he would not bet on Harv. Man didn't expect that.

The two of them are not just mascots among the reception staff, but they have to follow the instructions - during the two-week examination week, they are responsible for communicating with the examiner team and providing necessary services.

The management arranges house elves to handle the board and lodging issues (Andrew finally knows where the kitchen is), provides necessary assistance during the exam (exam room layout arrangements, records and reports of cheaters, and works as a collaboration with the school to confirm the safety of exam papers, and provides Necessary examination room repair services, acting as a buffer among professors and examiners, etc.), paying attention to emergencies in the examination room and guiding functions that are basically unused.

Professor McGonagall even gave them temporary portrait communication rights (which once again confirmed to Andrew that he had to hide from the oil paintings to do anything), and the right to take leave from class at any time during the past half month - of course, mainly to Andrew.

'The suspension of publication is indeed correct. The past half month can't be said to be working overtime...it's all about skipping school and working...'

He and Halfman stood at the end of the line, following Professor McGonagall to greet the examiner along with Dumbledore.

Um?

Something seems wrong... But look at Professor McGonagall's expression.

The Thestrals pierced the sky and quickly landed at a fixed place with the carriage. As Hagrid was the first to get off the carriage, the examiner team began to appear in front of Andrew one after another.

The last witch who came out was not tall - she even had a slight hunchback, and her weathered face was covered with wrinkles like spider webs.

"Ms. Marchban."

Andrew heard Huffman introduce in a low voice, "It is said that she is Dumbledore's examiner."

'It doesn't need to be said, it's true, that's what the information says - what the editor gave should be true. ’

Since he had read the other party's information, Andrew was not surprised at all when Dumbledore bent down to say hello kindly - this was indeed Dumbledore's teacher.

"It's been good, Albus, and so have you."

Even though Andrew and the others were standing at the back of the team, they could still hear Professor Marchban's words clearly - it wasn't that the witch was rude, but that she was very enthusiastic.

"Yeah, I've read it, the memoir, it's very good. I'd say, a young man like you must have had some amazing experiences in it..."

…

Could you please stop talking, professor?

For the first time, Andrew felt that Dumbledore might kill him.

"Ha, I scared you... I'm not confused. The Elder Wand is definitely fake, but the Time Turner is not necessarily true. You must have seen Gryffindor. Otherwise, how could you create it in the fifth grade? A miracle?"

…

"It's good to write a book. I plan to write a book too. Well - books are reflections on the past and expectations for the future. That's great. I always want future students to know how those bright stars in the history of magic are lit. of…"

…

Andrew felt that he wanted the extremely happy examiner in front of him to change the subject more than Dumbledore.

Mortal, professor, you are the professor of our entire school, okay?

Let’s change the subject…

He didn't expect that this old lady at such an old age actually liked reading magazines so much.

…

"They should have asked me. What you wrote to pass the OWLs exam at the same time is really not shocking enough - how can there be such a simple miracle..."

ah? ? ?

As he approached the castle, Andrew, who had been silently praying to the gods and Buddhas in the sky, heard something amazing.

His eyes drifted unconsciously towards Dumbledore, who was walking at the front - not only him, but also Huffman next to him had a strange look in his eyes.

No, that book was all about fairy tales, the Elder Wand came out, and it was a classic that beat the whole school in the exam, but the examiner who had experienced it personally said that the description was not grand enough?

[Dumbledore waved the wand - or rather the wand waved on its own. In just a moment, the entire examination room turned into a narrow igloo covered with white snow. The ceiling seemed to have turned into nothingness, except for the darkness falling down. snowflake.

The chairs, walls, and all the decorations of the original room disappeared without a trace under a transfiguration spell. People seemed to be transferred to a snowy wilderness by some magic, relying on the simple igloo to keep warm.

The fire, the light through the ice bricks, pressed down hard, allowing people to see through the suffocating night...

A few snowflakes were blown by the wind and hit the examiner's face. A cool feeling came, and a slight wet feeling appeared...]

Andrew still remembers how he described Dumbledore's transfiguration spell - the information claimed that Dumbledore showed a miracle, so he directly transcended his own transfiguration textbooks and information and wrote directly according to his fantasy.

But is this not enough?

Andrew looked at Dumbledore, who was smiling and responding to Professor Marchbank, from a distance, and then thought about whether he could reach the realm he described...

"Are you kidding? How could it be..."

He even muttered accidentally.

"Shh..."

Huffman gestured to let Andrew come back to his senses.

'Can such a scene really be done? ’

Turning truth into falsehood…changing the world in an instant?

Isn’t that all illusion can do?

“I, can do it too?”

His hand unconsciously rested on the wand—it gave off a warm feeling.