This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

"These notices should be handed over to the prefects of each college to ensure that everyone receives them."

Pile after pile of notices prohibiting magic during holidays were brought out and distributed.

Minors are strictly prohibited from casting spells during holidays. Violators will be warned once and sent to court twice. Unless you can find a suitable reason and successfully defend yourself, you will be expelled from school.

This is a regulation extended from the Statute of Secrecy. In order to adapt to it, the Ministry of Magic even created the existence of the Tracking Thread - it can detect the location of wizards and the magic used around them, which is extremely outrageous.

Anyway, Percy was also frowning when looking at this thing - he was not yet 17 years old and was within the scope of control.

Huffman wanted to show off, but he chose to shut up when he saw the eyes of the other four people - that's right, the birthday of the female prefect of the quasi-seventh grade is at the end of the summer vacation, and basically when she can cast spells, the vacation will be over.

"Every year..." Percy sighed, "I can only be free next year..."

But judging from his expression, he was not very sad - after all, Andrew's small bag contained 20 Galleons, Percy's full certificate plus a total score of first place, his wallet must be bulging, how could he be sad...

"Andrew, stay for a while."

When Andrew was about to take the notice to deliver it, he was suddenly stopped by Professor McGonagall.

After the others left, Professor McGonagall looked at him seriously, "How long do you plan to stay during the vacation?"

How long?

The summer school is not open, of course I will borrow a few more books and read books for the summer vacation...

Ah?

He found his mistake and looked up at Professor McGonagall.

"How about fifteen days?"

Going back to school is a good thing, but going back to school to work overtime is really...too un-summer vacation.

"Fifteen days is almost enough, go back to say hello, communicate with friends, and then you can come back to work."

Dear professor, I am a child laborer, I can't do this.

"I was planning to give you a twenty-day vacation, but the construction schedule is tight this year. We have a new greenhouse that needs to be built during the vacation, and Professor Sprout can't wait."

…

Andrew felt like a boomerang hit him on the head at this moment - the Galleons he fought for the school would actually shorten his vacation!

Forget it...stay in school, the rest of the people can't enter during the vacation...

"Then fifteen days, I'll pick you up."

Professor McGonagall made a decision happily - if she hadn't caught Andrew to work, this would seem to be saving people from suffering.

"And this."

Professor McGonagall took out a document from her desk and handed it to Andrew.

"Don't forget to practice when you go back. Summer vacation is for rest so that you can study better, not for a complete rest."

Huh?

Andrew was stunned, and then saw the signer of the document.

Cornelius Fudge.

The content of the document was also very simple, and there was not even a file name.

Due to special matters, Andrew Taylor is hereby allowed to use magic during the summer vacation.

Damn...

Andrew looked at the thing he was going to take out, and even understood Percy a little.

"Your summer exercise and office work require magic, otherwise it will be too inconvenient - I talked to Minister Fudge at the last banquet.

"This document has just been delivered by owl, and the name has been removed from the watch list. Remember to keep this document in case it is needed.

"Okay, go and finish the work."

"Yes, professor."

Andrew picked up a pile of documents and left the office - what else can he say now.

He had to work overtime to build the greenhouse. This was the only way.

Holding a thick stack of notices, Andrew even forgot to use magic to lift it or use Transfiguration to reduce the weight - he had just prepared that he could not cast spells during the holidays, how did things turn out like this?

It was not until he stuffed a thick stack of things into the hands of the Hufflepuff prefect (because Hufflepuff has a lot of people, so there are the most notices) that he accepted this fact.

Sorry, my dear roommates, I have to lie again - this thing will really be envied by all the students in the school.

After Andrew figured it out, he returned to the dormitory and started to have the last communication with his roommates before the holiday. They had originally agreed to go to Bell's house, but now they had to cancel it.

Professor McGonagall had already made clear arrangements for his summer vacation, so he could only explain it.

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"Stay on duty?"

"Hahaha..."

There was a hearty laugh in the dormitory. After hearing that Andrew, the guy who had been so popular, had become the unlucky guy, everyone had no intention of hiding it.

"I think it's good," Hughes tried to defend Andrew, "At least the food made by the elves is better than the food at home..."

Kevin was the first to stop laughing, followed by Hal and Bell.

"Oh, Mom..."

Bell tried to explain something, but still sighed and became depressed.

In terms of diet, maternal love is a bit too heavy...

"Don't you have Hufflepuff parents?"

...

Silence, still silence.

Andrew suddenly realized that even if he concealed the fact that he cast spells at will, he still attracted hatred.

"Okay, it's almost holiday time, let's not discuss this. Hal, is there any new news recently?"

Andrew began to try to change the subject.

"News?"

"Well..." Hal hesitated, "This is just a fun conversation we had, right?"

What's that look in your eyes?

Does that mean I can snitch? Well, going in and out of Professor McGonagall's office every day is indeed not convincing enough.

"Of course it's just fun."

"That's good, Elizabeth, do you remember?"

There seems to be some impression, but not much.

"Well, there's no contact, what's wrong?"

Bell thought for a moment and shook his head—students in different grades would have little connection if they didn't have different hobbies.

"She is collecting those Nats, but as long as they are special, she has already made deals with several people."

Another Peeves victim trying to crack the secret of Peeves' treasure?

It's better to go to the library, at least it's safe and cost-free.

"I also have it on my hand. Many people have seen it. How come I..."

Looking at the doubtful looks of several people, Andrew took back the second half of his sentence - well, it was indeed him who led the principal to arrange for a group of seventh graders to sweep the school, but it was not entirely his problem.

Seeing Andrew shut up, Hal continued, "Well, a person who cannot be named told me that he got a shining Galleon, but the other party only took a Nat from his hand. He doubts that the other party can identify the magical existence among those Nats."

"But Peeves is over there, and I suspect she'll eventually reveal her secret to everyone."

Hal shook his head and leaned back on the bed.

…

Still finding it special, Andrew, who fully understood the ins and outs, sneered... He was now more inclined to the hypothesis of twins.

Um?

He suddenly remembered something and was about to get up, then leaned back on the bed in disappointment.

Damn it - there's a little vampire out of Ravenclaw! Everyone in this hospital is a scam! Can't control it yet.

Forget it, let her go...

Andrew sighed - it wasn't a secret treasure. If he guessed correctly, it was Peeves' treasure that contained ancient Muggle coins, which were exchanged in the name of researching the treasure...

No matter what, you are willing to do it anyway. Signing to expel the student has already damaged his reputation. If he mixes in ancient coins that he doesn't understand, he will lose all his reputation... It's not a forced purchase... What if he is caught? Normal transactions, he doesn’t have to mess around...

Wait for the holidays – enjoy your two weeks off…