This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

"Please come in."

When Andrew rang the doorbell of the principal's office, Dumbledore's voice came from inside.

'The stone carvings and doorbells guarding the door... no matter how many times I come here, I still feel that they are inexplicably inconsistent...'

Shaking his head to get rid of the thought, Andrew quickly walked up to Dumbledore and handed over the official reply from the Ministry of Magic.

After about three minutes of reading, Dumbledore raised his head from the official document and looked at Andrew with gentle eyes, "So, the matter has been dealt with?"

"That's almost it. Professor, let's discuss the time of handing over to Peter and this matter will be over."

Andrew thought for a moment and responded in the affirmative.

"That's really good news, maybe we should celebrate with some mead - well, how about you some butterbeer?"

Before Andrew could refuse or agree, two wine bottles and corresponding glasses appeared on Dumbledore's table. They were automatically opened and filled, and then one of the glasses started flying to Andrew's side and shaking.

"Sit down and relax. There is always endless work to prepare for in school. It is necessary to learn to rest."

After the chair automatically popped up, Andrew chose to fish on the job just like the principal.

'It tastes good, better than what they brought back...'

He happily took a big sip.

"That's right," Dumbledore raised his glass, "don't waste sweets."

It wasn't until Andrew happily drank a bottle full of butterbeer that Dumbledore started chatting about something new, "Minerva said your transfiguration has improved very quickly, can you show it to me?"

He tapped the stopper of Butterbeer on the table with his fingers, and a raw egg appeared in front of Andrew.

ah?

Andrew's eyes widened, and then he looked at the egg. He almost immediately took out his wand and began to communicate with what looked like an egg.

This power, this breath of life...

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have suspected that someone was telling a joke - this was a real, guaranteed, hatchable egg.

Moreover, there is no problem of breath dissipation...

He waved the wand carefully, and then adjusted the magic power with great concentration.

Just as he had practiced countless times, the egg began to shrink, change, and twist, and a living Flobber caterpillar appeared on the table.

"Not bad, very good."

Dumbledore's admiration made Andrew blush a little - turning inanimate objects into living beings, without even the slightest trace of transfiguration... This was a state that he could not even imagine.

If the opponent was not Dumbledore, and Andrew had not spent enough time immersed in transfiguration, he would probably have the idea of ​​​​what have I learned...

"Even I can't say anything. Minerva's teachings on Transfiguration are impeccable. Instead of Transfiguration -" Dumbledore naturally showed a fearful expression, "Waste your time on other subjects." Come on, Minerva will kill me."

He looked at Andrew and spoke calmly.

"Wait a little longer, come back to me when you feel difficult with the transformation technique, okay, go back to work, everything is fine."

"Okay, Professor."

Originally, Andrew thought that Dumbledore would teach him some skills or something, but now Andrew wants to understand - if there were any unique transfiguration skills, Professor McGonagall would have learned them long ago and taught him them...

‘Go back and think more carefully about range casting…’

With this thought, Andrew was ready to turn around and leave.

"Please wait a moment, Taylor-san."

The portrait on the wall behind Dumbledore suddenly spoke.

"Why, what's the matter with you, Phineas?"

"First lend me a thousand galleons, Albus, as the Black family's gratitude to classmate Taylor. When Sirius takes over the family property later, I will ask him to donate a fee."

"You guessed just these messages, Phineas?"

"Of course, he is the last blood descendant after all. Although this classmate Taylor accidentally exposed it, the Black family cannot pretend that nothing happened."

"You are such a generous cheapskate, Phineas."

Dumbledore shook his head, "Wait a moment, Andrew."

He quickly wrote a note on parchment, signed his name carefully, and then started searching around on the table again.

After a moment, Dumbledore found his seal from a pile of snacks and stamped it on the note.

"Go to the finance office to withdraw it. Don't worry about it - this is the cheapest reward he has given you, you stingy man. The school will only receive more donations afterwards, so don't worry about accounting issues."

That Phineas was obviously not happy to accept this conversation. He ignored Dumbledore's verbal attack and closed his eyes to rest.

'It's true that for stingy people...knowledge or magic items are the most precious...this thing can only be used in schools as something cost-effective...'

Andrew, who relied on the Astronomy Tower to make a living, was now a little rich, and he already knew what was precious in the wizarding world - what Dumbledore said was true.

But he still had to be polite - after all, it was natural for the other party not to give him anything. After all, he was doing it casually while doing business.

"Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Black."

Andrew bowed slightly and left with the note.

Without Dumbledore's guidance, a thousand Galleons... barely considered some gains.

As for the fact that Professor McGonagall was right, he never doubted it.

With Professor McGonagall's precious time, she could spend an average of more than ten minutes a day to check his progress and plan the next study. No wizard would think that such a luxurious way was a joke.

After reporting to Professor McGonagall, Andrew went to the finance office to withdraw some Galleons and a Gringotts draft. Andrew transferred the money to his other account through an owl commission - although it was also a cover-up, it was better than nothing.

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"You have been thinking since you came back in the afternoon. What's wrong?"

"There is a difficult problem. I am sorting out my thoughts."

Andrew smiled and responded to Hal, then took a bite of the baked potato.

"This is rare, take your time, there's no rush, you never know when the surprise will come - for example, the Gryffindor guys are very happy today, Professor Lockhart gave them a good lesson."

"Not shorthand? Gryffindor shouldn't be interested in that, right?"

"No, just a group of elves rushing out of a cage."

"Huh?"

"The Cornish elves, a group of troublemakers, Professor Lockhart caught them in a cage, and then Gryffindor had a good fight!"

"Elves...cage..."

Andrew's eyes widened...cage?

"Thank you, I think I have an idea, I'll go to the kitchen first!"