This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

'On the first day of vacation, I have to get familiar with the documents...it's really...'

Andrew, who sent his roommates away after breakfast, walked casually towards Professor McGonagall's office - except for him, everyone else in the dormitory chose to go home.

Even he himself did not intend to waste the first day of the vacation. After staying in the office for half a day, he planned to go back to the common room to read stories by the fireplace for half a day, relaxing and finding some new inspiration at the same time.

'Hurry up and organize the file format, and you can rest after you are roughly familiar with the wording in official documents. ’

He finally moved his arms, opened the door to Professor McGonagall's office, and greeted the house elf inside, "Hello, Jim."

"Hello, Mr. Taylor - would you like anything to drink?"

"Ah, no need, I just came back from the restaurant."

"Okay, call me if you need anything."

After a soft sound, the house elf disappeared.

'What a convenient magic...'

Andrew sighed in admiration. He had no idea about this kind of magic that was currently far beyond his ability. He sat down at his desk, took out his notebook from his backpack, and began to analyze the pile of documents on the desk.

But this job was a little easier than he thought - thanks to that weird club, he had even read the entire analysis, and there was even information on the tables in the break room...

‘It’s true that everything can be put to a strange use. ’

Andrew admired it, and flipped through it when he was about to go back. As for the current document, he should first understand it according to his own way of thinking, and then make comparisons.

…

'Halfway down...'

Andrew stood up and stretched out - Hogwarts' official documents were a little less strict than he thought, and the templates were similar. As for the details, he hadn't studied the wording in depth yet, and planned to work on it tomorrow. .

Just as he was thinking about getting a glass of water to drink, there was a hurried knock on the office door.

"Please come in."

Andrew shouted to the door.

A red-haired boy rushed into the office almost immediately - it was Percy.

"Professor, they, they—"

"The professor is not here, Senior Percy."

Andrew looked at Percy with a little surprise. Professor Quirrell disappeared with Mr. Nose. What else in the castle could make him so anxious?

"Ah... no... do you know where the professor is, Andrew?"

"I don't know. The professor was not here when I came. Maybe you can ask about oil paintings."

"It's too late... It's over, this vacation is in vain..."

Percy had a look of despair on his face, "I'm done."

However, his eyes quickly shifted to Andrew, with a bit of joy in his eyes, "You also stayed in school, right?"

"Yes, the professor asked me to familiarize myself with the documents."

"That's great..."

This strange behavior confused Andrew, "What happened? You are so anxious."

Percy told Andrew what happened with a heavy face, "Currently, those Slytherins are still stranded near the platform. Four of their prefects left behind to maintain order. The remaining two returned to the school to report. I met them in the hall. theirs.”

Fake train? And then he ran away in a real car?

Andrew couldn't hold it in any longer, and he didn't want to hold it in either. A smile appeared on his face naturally, "You are - I really have you. This is more uncomfortable than beating them up... But why don't you smile? West?"

Andrew smiled for half a moment before he realized that Percy's expression was not right - it shouldn't be. As a Gryffindor, keeping a calm expression in public is enough to be responsible for the position of prefect. If you don't smile in private, you are waiting to be criticized by others. Is Gryffindor isolated?

"I want to laugh, but Andrew," Percy said with heavy eyes, "among the six prefects in Gryffindor, I am the only one who has been detained."

Andrew has met all six prefects, one male and one male from each grade in fifth, sixth and seventh grade. These days, he knows all the people - but what does it matter?

"The Slytherin students will complain when they go home. Some of their families can send letters to the office. Professor McGonagall may usually ignore those letters, but as the head of Gryffindor, this This time she had to respond, and the disassembly and classification of those letters, and even the reply to some of the letters..."

…

Okay, don't say any more, it will be disrespectful.

Andrew couldn't stop laughing either - why bother asking, prefects used to take turns, but now there's only one prefect and one assistant...

'No, I haven't finished writing the manuscript yet...I can't manage the time...'

Andrew, who originally looked at this incident with a smile, began to think quickly. It was about the happiness of the holiday, and he had to save himself.

"You came here immediately, right?"

"Yes."

"Then do you have the courage?"

These words were obviously a bit provocative to the Gryffindor prefects, even Percy.

"Very well, then go to the Slytherin students and apologize to their prefect."

As Andrew spoke, he let an office quill pen write quickly on the parchment according to his description.

"Are you crazy?"

"You're not crazy - you have to apologize, but be proud," Andrew organized his words, "and very loudly but sincerely admit that it was you Gryffindors who planned this huge deception and were responsible for this Act responsibly.”

The quill pen wrote out what Andrew roughly described in a very public style - although it was a bit rigid, it was enough.

"But, you, the prefect, realized the mistake and irrationality of this matter, and decided to stand up and explain the cause of the matter clearly, determined to take responsibility for this matter, willing to accept the school punishment for this prank, and use magic to copy this apology statement as an explanation for their lateness and send it to every Slytherin's home."

Andrew briefly described his thoughts, and Percy's eyes changed over there.

"They will never admit it - if I say so."

Slytherin has won the house cup for six consecutive times, but if they recognize such a letter and it is really sent to their homes, it will really be a disgrace to their families.

After he said this, even if someone was not convinced, they would be suppressed by the seniors of Slytherin, and then wait for revenge after the Christmas holiday.

"By the way, you can find an excuse for them - say they were celebrating the stable house cup this year, and they were so happy celebrating in the lounge that they missed the train, so they need the school to provide a train to their home the next day."

"They will send me to the school hospital."

Percy looked at Andrew, his tone was firm, but his expression was much more relaxed - forcing Slytherin students to accept this matter means not reporting to the college, and it also means that the two colleges will probably target each other crazily next semester, but the consequences are much smaller than now.

"Then are you going?"

"Go, I have to get this done before the professor is officially notified."

Percy looked ready to die.