This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

"Try it..."

Andrew took the newly acquired wooden signs and balls of different sizes, found an empty classroom, stood the wooden board there, and then pulled the curtains - he couldn't repair the glass at the moment, and it would be no good to find someone to do it or be caught by Filch...

'It's still very strange - in fact, it's just four branches... Transfiguration is really amazing. '

After sighing again, Andrew pulled out his wand and whispered a spell.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

With the last beautiful shake of the wand, the smallest replica snitch seemed to be twitched by something and crashed directly into the wall.

"The accuracy is okay, but the speed is a bit slow..."

Andrew cast a spell on the second replica bludger - this time the speed was even slower, and the destructive power was completely unworthy of the word bludger.

Obviously, as the senior said, they are just for show, and you really have to go to the court to experiment.

However, it's enough.

The largest one doesn't need to be experimented with anymore.

Andrew began to calm down, and used the Levitation Charm to pull the imitation Snitch again and again. Occasionally, he had a question - why can it fly so fast, and still need to use the Levitation Charm?

However, this did not affect his increasing familiarity with the spell - as time passed, the sound of the Levitation Charm hitting the imitation Snitch became more and more intense, and his casting movements became more casual.

He could even stop in the middle of a small sprint and quickly pull the Snitch out, and then hit it in the seven or eight points area of ​​the wooden plate to make a crisp sound.

"Who?"

Andrew, who was practicing hard, suddenly heard the sound of the door opening, and immediately turned his head, with his left hand firmly pressing on the nail in his pocket.

"Ah... Sorry... I... I don't know..."

There was obvious sobbing in the intermittent words, but the person who came was a boy - Andrew still remembered that it was the boy who was looking for a toad on the Hogwarts Express, and his name seemed to be Neville.

"Come in, tell me what's wrong."

Although he was very reluctant to be interrupted, he had vowed to face life well and be positive - so, when he encountered trouble that did not violate morality, he would provide limited help, just like on the train.

In short, if he couldn't swim, he would not jump into the water to save people, but he would seek help from others and try to find a longer branch.

"No, nothing..."

"I can definitely help," Andrew smiled kindly, "You should remember me, I saw you on the train."

"Ah..." The crying boy raised his head, and he recognized Andrew in no time, "Yes, that time on the train, thank you."

"So what happened? Maybe I can give some useful advice."

"I messed up... They made up stories about me... And I lost a lot of points..."

"Everyone loses points... But they?"

"Those Slytherin guys... They said I'm not suitable to be a wizard... I actually doubt it..."

Okay, the matter is clear - from the few words heard at the dinner table, this Neville is the target of Gryffindor selected by the professor this year, but his other subjects are not very good, and he has a mental breakdown.

"There is definitely no problem with being a wizard, otherwise the school would not have accepted you. You are just too nervous..."

Andrew simply comforted him and immediately asked the most critical question, "Did you beat them?"

"Huh?"

Even Neville was shocked by Andrew's brain circuit, "Beat, beat them?"

"Yes, just punch them in the nose when you say it."

"No, grandma taught me..."

"Grandma told you not to beat people who attack you?"

"No, grandma told me not to mess around in school."

"That's not messing around... and you're going to beat them now He is indeed not very good... It is not good for seniors to get involved in this matter... Let me think..." Andrew thought for a while and came up with an idea, "Have you gone to find Harry Potter?"

"Ah?"

"Yes, go find Harry Potter," Andrew said firmly, "He is the most charismatic person in your Gryffindor first year, right?"

"You were bullied by Slytherin, and then went to find him, what's wrong with that?"

Although it is a bit extreme to fight back, if those who mock are not stopped, they will become more and more aggressive in the future, and even counterattacks will be considered insults to them.

If the best opportunity is missed, you can only choose the second best to fight back in the hall of the big brother, which is not easy to provoke the subsequent provocations.

Although it is a bit pitfall for Harry Potter, people in Gryffindor College are used to deducting points-fighting in Hogwarts is just deducting points. Andrew has studied it and even sacrificed the time to practice spells.

"Is this okay?"

"Of course, I suggest you go to the common room and tell them - you have to trust your classmates!"

Perhaps because of the real solidarity, or perhaps because Andrew's advice last time didn't betray his trust, Neville left quickly.

'Although it's not good, it's really good for him - this kind of thing can't be stopped without someone taking the lead... choose the lesser of two evils. '

Andrew shook his head, closed the door and continued to practice spells.

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"Fight, ambush!"

"Many people fight one! You should take the lead, Potter!"

"Who are the others? Never mind - you don't mean to clean the toilet, Mr. Potter!"

In Professor McGonagall's office, Harry, with a bloody nose and messy hair mixed with straw sticks, listened to the scolding, "If Professor Sprout hadn't passed by, you would have beaten the Slytherins to the ground with dignity. !”

"He even ran away. Freshmen can't run away. There must be someone from the upperclassmen leading them - and you definitely won't tell me!"

"No, maybe you brought it with you. Okay, twenty points from Gryffindor. You clean the toilets for a week. Mr. Potter, go report to Filch!"

Harry was kicked out of the office - his mind was still in a mess at this moment. After listening to Neville's words, and then the senior said the routine method, he pulled someone out of the lounge in a daze.

He himself never thought that he could bring out so many classmates, and then everyone happily found those Slytherin students - those guys' mouths were not clean at the moment.

Then...he arrived at Professor McGonagall's office in chaos.

Oh no…

A week of toilet…

Somewhat dejected, he returned to the lounge and was startled by the welcoming crowd.

"cool!"

"Nothing said at Professor McGonagall's end!"

"Nice ambush!"

"Obviously they provoked me first!"

(Twenty points were deducted! However, the voice was drowned out.)

The Gryffindor common room was as lively as a holiday.