This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

"Because there are many warriors selected this time, the selection time has been extended to five days, which is enough..."

Andrew wrote the name of the last person he needed to thank on the manuscript and sighed.

Looking at the names of Fred Weasley and George Weasley, Andrew couldn't help but shook his head. Although this was the right thing to do, he didn't know what magical things the twins who gave Professor McGonagall a headache would do behind the scenes.

'But they're graduating soon anyway, I don't think they'll stay on campus...'

Andrew shook his head, put the manuscript away, and prepared to show it to his dean - although the format was not a big problem, it was the result of the collaborative work of several people after all, and he could not publish it alone.

He stood up and walked towards the dean's office.

But when he arrived at the dean's office, he was greeted by Professor Flitwick's puzzled look.

"Taylor, I remember you said you wanted to organize the relevant information last night, right?"

"That's the way it is, Professor."

Andrew nodded, very sure.

"It's six o'clock in the afternoon?"

Professor Flitwick glanced at his watch uncertainly. "Yes, six o'clock in the afternoon, and today is Saturday. You finished it in one day?"

"I also used some special means to add four hours."

Andrew nodded a little guiltily, as if he was indeed a little confused, but this thing was really like this, he definitely did not cut corners!

This thing is like most spells, and it's difficult to study, but there's only so much stuff written out, and this isn't a legend, so you can't cram a bunch of interesting stuff in there.

I didn't feel anything when submitting it, especially when processing documents in the office, Professor McGonagall would never complain about his clean and neat processing.

"Should I change it again?"

Feeling a little guilty, Andrew took the initiative to request modifications.

Professor Flitwick looked over the entire document carefully, then thought about it and shook his head.

"Although the format is not quite in compliance with regulations, let's just leave it as it is. This way of narration is more acceptable. After all, it incorporates some alchemy and transfiguration. If they can't even understand this, it's better for them to change careers."

Professor Flitwick shook his head with a smile, took the parchment from the table and began to write a brief letter of recommendation and the cover of the information, helping Andrew put it together.

"Give them some more samples," the professor happily opened the drawer and picked out two from a pile of dream balls.

If Andrew saw it correctly, there was a whole drawer full of stuff... If Andrew guessed correctly, more than half of them were related to a legend.

"I always feel like the dean is dancing on the top of the astronomical tower..."

But Professor Flitwick obviously didn't have such an understanding. He handed the item to Andrew with a smile and said, "Although your own name is enough, according to the rules, you still need a letter of recommendation."

"Also, don't give me a credit for the Dream Ball, as that was created by Severus. Don't give me a credit for Pomona's work either, as she will publish it herself after her Dream Grass bears fruit. We've discussed this before. Of course, you have to be named as the second author on those subsidiary technologies. This is what we've agreed on."

"Yes, I will, Dean."

Andrew nodded - compared to the feeling of the astronomy tower dancing at the moment, the signature of this thing seemed just like that.

"Well, go ahead and try to attract all the attention before the Triwizard Tournament. We may just open the door to a new era of wizards."

The dean nodded and signaled Andrew to leave quickly to mail the package.

…

'Where are my snacks, Dean?'

Andrew was unable to go to Hogsmeade today because he had to rush to finish a manuscript, so he dawdled and refused to leave, but was ignored by the dean.

"Hurry up, I remember he has the habit of working overtime to review manuscripts - if you go now, my old friend won't be able to sleep well tonight."

The professor began to push relentlessly.

Andrew, who didn't get any snacks, left shaking his head regretfully.

When closing the door, he curiously looked at what the professor was doing, and then decisively and quickly closed the door - the professor was on his way to the top of the astronomy tower, and he was still fabricating a legendary dream...

——

"rose!"

Andrew called his owl, fed it a small bag of food, and then put the package directly on its leg.

"Work overtime, Qiangwei, you are the best, the other party's address is..."

"Goooooo!"

Rose rubbed Andrew's fingers gently, shouted proudly, and then flapped her wings and flew high.

'Work is done, you can rest tomorrow!'

Andrew nodded with a smile and strolled towards the castle.

But when he saw the bright moonlight outside spreading like water, he changed his mind and started walking around the castle.

"We can have dinner a little later, but it would be a waste if we miss such a beautiful moon."

Although saying this may sound like an abuse of the kitchen, I obviously can't care about that now.

Andrew turned his steps directly and headed towards the greenhouse route for his daily run.

He usually walked this road in the morning and was very familiar with it, but under the moonlight today, the whole road looked different.

The slightly yellowed grass emitted a strange glow under the water-like moonlight. The lines of the worn stones on the cobblestone road where I was used to running looked much softer under the moonlight.

"That's great..."

Andrew took out his wand unconsciously, feeling the heat flowing from the wand to his fingertips and then into his arm.

He began waving his wand, but to no avail.

Moonlight is not manipulated.

He shook his head and began to distort the air - under the influence of the air, the moonlight began to be moved like water.

Ten times, a hundred times... maybe three hundred times, or more. Those seemingly abrupt stirrings became gentle, like the moonlight, as if water was falling naturally.

The light began to distort, forming something like dew in the air, which then dripped and dripped again. The yellowed grass leaves watered by the dew began to curl and dance.

It naturally pulled itself up from the ground, turned into a small straw man, and began to dance in the moonlight.

'Interesting... Really interesting...'

Andrew smiled, and then let more dewdrops drip down and fall on the villain.

It cheered and continued, then twisted and twisted again, but no further changes occurred.

Andrew shook his head helplessly, tapped his finger on the small bag he carried with him, and a bag of herbs appeared, followed by a puff of smoke that drifted into the moonlight.

The straw man began to grow taller, no longer as clumsy as before, and even began to dance in the moonlight under Andrew's command.

And then—pop.

The smoke dissipated, and the moonlight began to spread on the ground as before, and the straw man turned into a pulled-out grass.