This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

"See you at my house!"

"no problem!"

"See you later!"

"Andrew, we'll write to you!"

The roommates all said their goodbyes at the station, and Andrew also carried his suitcase and left the platform - I don’t know how many confusion spells and other things the Ministry of Magic has released here, but no one was surprised by so many people in strange clothes. Create doubt.

But it's none of his business, he's not an intern at the Ministry of Magic.

Dragging the box with one hand and carrying the rose with the other, Andrew went directly to the station to buy a ticket and prepare to return to the orphanage.

The fifteen-day vacation ended with just going back to read a book and saying hello - of course, the essential thing is a gift from the big city of London, preferably something edible like candy and something silly with the characteristics of the city. specialty.

I just don’t know where the production place was changed from Yiwu, but it doesn’t matter, and no one pays attention to it. Everyone is happy after receiving it.

So, he spent a little bit of the money he exchanged by mail from Gringotts, bought a thick stack of slightly more expensive notebooks with London specialities and some messy snacks, and then struggled to carry the boxes on the train back home. train.

In theory, he could cast a spell to make the box lighter - but the privilege given by the Ministry of Magic was obviously not used in this way.

Of course, in order to lighten his burden as much as possible, before getting on the train, Andrew put Rose out and packed the cage in a package - even stuffing some owl food that had been taken out due to the limited capacity of the box.

"Qiangwei, please deliver this package to my room in the orphanage."

Andrew gave Rose a sincere look.

"Cuckoo!"

Qiangwei nodded vigorously, and then left with the package in her eyes firmly.

——

"Back?"

"Well, I'm back, mama."

Andrew held down the little guy who was about to run away, and kicked him under the butt. Then he took out the snacks from the box - when he opened the box, he had already run two or three steps. The little guy braked hard and returned.

"How is school?"

"It's a little more interesting than I thought," Andrew said without any objection, "Mommy, where is Mrs. Camille?"

"The dean is upstairs, little Andrew, your school is starting late for the summer vacation."

Not only that, although the holiday is late, it is still early for me to start school.

"Well, okay, mama, is my room still there?"

"You've been locked up since you left - but when you turn eighteen and become an adult, you'll have to find your own way out, unless you get into a good university. Are you sure?"

…

'I'm afraid the Hogwarts diploma will not be recognized by colleges and universities, otherwise I will be a top student in the Chinese department if I don't memorize professional terms...'

"I'll try my best, Nanny."

Andrew tried to look like he was working hard, and then he picked up his bag and prepared to go to Mrs. Camille to get the keys.

…

"Where's the report card, Andrew?"

"Over here."

Andrew handed it over obediently.

"English A Mathematics A Science B..."

This includes the results of elective courses that definitely reflect Andrew's learning achievements this year - this transcript was created by him using the Transfiguration Technique.

"Why is there Chinese as an elective? Aren't they always Spanish or French?"

! ! !

Hal, you are a bastard. Didn’t you say there are some? Make up what kind of reporter you are!

"Our school is special."

Andrew still had to try to explain with a smile.

"Well, my major is fine, keep it up."

Mrs. Camille compared the printed font with the school's seal and nodded with satisfaction - this is the most authentic, and Andrew will see it almost every day in the second half of the year...

"Go back to your room. Your room will always be reserved."

Mrs. Camille handed him the key, and Andrew, who passed the test, happily returned to his room and found Qiangwei, who had long been parked outside the window with a dissatisfied look on his face.

"Good job, Rose."

Andrew looked at the deceived bird with a look of relief, comforted him, prepared the owl food, and opened the cage so that he could go in and stay - he didn't close the cage door anyway.

The sheets had a smell - after all, they hadn't been changed in a while.

This still couldn't be dealt with by cleaning it up. He needed to ask his grandma to get a new one, but the dust on the ground was simply cleaned up by him using magic.

Putting on the bedding, greeting people he knew well, handing out snacks and gifts, and pretending to clean the house—these trivial matters consumed Andrew for a whole day.

"stamp…"

It wasn't until evening that Andrew had free time to play with Rose - but the owl was obviously not very satisfied and kept biting the finger he was trying to poke between its eyebrows.

"I'll start studying tomorrow, but I also promised those little brats to go watch a movie in the afternoon..."

"I still have to find time to write an article about exchanging pounds for pounds...I don't want to go to Gringotts to exchange money...Although it can be done by mail, I always feel that exchanging galleons for pounds is too much of a loss."

——

…

Read books and watch movies with your kids.

…

Read a book and take the kid fishing - secretly using a little magic to increase the probability of the fish taking the bait.

…

Read books and do experiments in the afternoon...

…

Reading books and leading little kids to clean the house, the results were terrible...

…

Read books, cast spells, and the results are very effective.

…

After beating up the kid who tried to break into the room, I can write in peace.

…

Submitted the article, and because I used my old pen name, I quickly received a response and a royalties, which I left to my grandma.

…

Reply to my roommates, read books, and experiment.

…

"Well, you said your professor is going to take you to do holiday practice?"

Mrs. Camille looked at Andrew suspiciously, hesitated for a moment, picked up his right hand and looked at it, and the suspicion in her eyes disappeared.

"Left hand, Andrew."

"ah?"

Andrew stretched out his left hand while wondering. Mrs. Camille looked at it, and then walked to the utility room without saying a word. Then, she held a small blade and gestured with Andrew's hand.

"Well, it doesn't seem like..."

While Mrs. Camille was talking to herself, she took out another camera and compared it with Andrew's hand.

"Well, it certainly doesn't seem like it."

"Hold the pen."

A pen was placed in Andrew's hand, and at her request, Andrew wrote a line.

"My writing skills have improved a lot, but why are you more awkward with your pen than before?"

"Our school is quite retro and uses quill pens."

Anyway, pen and paper were not too confidential, so Andrew took out a copy from his room and performed it live.

"Isn't it fake?"

…

Sorry, madam, the transcripts are all fake...

Andrew suppressed his conscience and said, "No, we are just studying normally!"

"That's good, you're not allowed to be bad, even stealing and forging are not allowed!"

Mrs. Camille nodded with satisfaction, "Then go and intern with the professor - does the internship include food and accommodation?"

"All of them, and there is also a small subsidy."

"That's good, do things well with the professor, don't cheat, rush to the scene when something happens, but don't be bullied - next time the professor needs you, don't come back and delay for so long, work harder and study hard !”

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It’s only been fifteen days, ma’am! I've just been back for two weeks!