This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

"Range casting."

Andrew used his magic wand to move the tables and chairs away, making a small space, then took apart the old cushion in his backpack and used magic to spread the cotton inside unevenly on the ground.

According to the professor's advice yesterday, he'd better try the range casting he imagined first, and then compare his mistakes with the data and what caused his spell to fail.

'The professor said that my basic knowledge accumulation has reached a certain level, so I can try some mild spells, but new explorations still need to be reported...'

'A brand new field... the range casting in my imagination? '

Andrew stared at the cotton that he had torn to the ground, thinking about how to break the situation.

If you cast a spell on a pile of cotton, it is enough to treat them as a whole. Even the looseness in front of him can be forced to be regarded as a whole to cast a spell, but that has nothing to do with range casting.

'Range...'

Is it a repeatable tile?

A piece of deformed template and then spread it out, just like the tiling of early computer wallpaper?

But, that was too tiring - it was okay for a small plot of land, but if it was the size of an auditorium, Andrew would probably have to crawl down dizzy after finishing the spell.

And how to spread the template was also a problem.

Was it the same spell judgment for multiple targets?

This was even more outrageous...

This was simple, Andrew tried it a little bit - and found that it was extremely difficult to cast transformation on two beings at the same time. The spell would fail if he was distracted for a moment, and multiple? That was out of the question.

'None of them were right... Maybe cotton is not a suitable object for practice. Even if I try hard to distinguish them, my subconscious mind will still think of them as a torn whole...'

He hesitated, regarded the cotton as a whole, used Transfiguration to collect it, and then stuffed it into an old cushion and walked towards the kitchen.

About five or six minutes later, he came out with a can of dried beans and found an empty classroom again.

"Beans are definitely easier to cast than cotton, and the sense of spacing is much stronger than cotton."

He continued to move the empty space, spread the beans, and began to try.

Having learned his lesson, he now does not try to transform all of them, but tries to use the simplest spell to control all the beans on the ground at the same time.

And the simplest spell - well, the floating spell.

Andrew had long been trained to treat them as a whole, but what he had to do now was to separate them from the whole.

This was a bit difficult, but after more than half an hour of trying, Andrew successfully separated the whole group of peas into several small groups and floated them up.

'Sure enough, is it still a problem of careful inspection? '

Although the peas floated quite unsteadily and even collided with each other occasionally due to improper control, Andrew knew clearly that they were scattered and controlled.

"Andrew?"

A voice came, and the peas that were struggling to stay afloat instantly lost control and fell one by one, making a bunch of messy noises when they fell to the ground.

Andrew turned his head and took a look, and Percy was looking at him in surprise.

"Dumbledore has given you some special training!"

Percy said confidently, "The advanced technique of the Levitation Spell is the Multiple Levitation Spell! That's what I guessed!"

Where is the advanced technique of the Levitation Spell? This is just my way of practicing regional deformation - if I really have no direction, I will read the materials to find it. This is a new method given by the professor.

But Percy obviously didn't believe it, "Needless to say, I know you must have a need for confidentiality, I understand it myself, it's none of your business."

Outrageous... a levitation spell, um...

Okay, Andrew, who lacks confidence, has to say yes...

"Okay," he could only spread his hands, "Let's forget about the peas for now, you didn't call me to make room for a date, did you?"

"If necessary, I will," Percy grinned, "but now the professor is looking for you, you have to go to the office."

"Ah? Okay, I'll go now, help me clean up the room, and the beans. Well, now I need it."

Andrew shrugged his shoulders and patted Percy's upper arm, "Come on, return the beans to me tomorrow."

Ignoring Percy's impolite gesture, Andrew walked quickly towards Professor McGonagall's office-strange, the letter has been sent out, what else is important?

With doubts, he knocked on the door of Professor McGonagall's office.

...

"The receipt from the Ministry of Magic?"

"Yes, the receipt, faster than I thought," Professor McGonagall handed the receipt to Andrew, "Read it first, Taylor."

In less than three minutes, Andrew's eyes widened.

"Are you kidding, Professor?"

"No, that's what happened."

"Really... a liar who will never overturn the verdict..."

Andrew sighed, there are really capable people in the Ministry of Magic.

Well, in the Ministry of Magic version of the story, Arthur Weasley contacted the school after hearing that his son had committed such a serious crime, and decided to break his legs himself.

The rest of the story was very simple - he asked for leave to come to school, and with the help of the striker, he successfully captured his own son and the mouse, as well as the coerced Harry.

In the end, Mr. Arthur, who found that his son was under the Imperius Curse, successfully discovered the caster Scabbers with the help of the school, destroying the conspiracy to expel the two.

There was even a motive for the crime - Harry's excellence made many people begin to notice its existence, so for the sake of safety and revenge on the boy-who-lived, he deliberately planned the case.

If Andrew hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have doubted it was true.

A vengeful Ministry of Magic employee uncovers a bizarre case - and Peter Pettigrew is so funny that other details are overlooked.

As for the Ministry of Magic? The Minister personally commended this brave father and re-examined the injustice of the Barty Crouch era - any questions?

"A very good skill, is this how you do it?"

"Well, let's do it this way. Everyone can agree. The main thing is to inform you."

Andrew was given all the credit for arresting people, but he didn't care about it. The Ministry of Magic could at most give him a few Galleons - that stuff was a pain in the ass, ahem...

All in all, it's good for professors and principals to know.

"Well, then just reply like this, and it will be published in the Daily Prophet tomorrow, or even the evening newspaper. By the way, after you reply, go to Albus's office and inform him of the news."

Notify the principal?

This kind of thing...can't owl?

Although it seems to be of a high level, it doesn’t need to be so secretive, right?

But it was not a big deal. Andrew nodded, sat down in his seat, and began to write a reply.