This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

Once you have an outline, it's easy to fill in the details.

A legend - these words are destined to make the story impossible to be dull.

Andrew actually felt that what he had written was quite exaggerated. The entire Hogwarts library was so big. Not to mention that he was fully proficient in it. Just picking out any subject individually, how many people could say that they had roughly read the relevant books?

If Andrew wrote that Dumbledore spent every day in the library, studied for seven years, and finally became a legend through hard work, then there would be no need to think about it, the rejecting owl would not even fly, and the manuscript would simply disappear into the sea.

Although that is an exaggeration - no one will calculate it, and the editor will only think that you have wasted his precious time.

Dumbledore should have finished reading all the books in the library in his first year, and then started to dominate the main house and crush the outer houses. The library he finished reading in one year is like an armor with thin fabric but unparalleled defense. All are perfect settings.

If you want a legendary story, you have to spend seven years squatting in the library, and both Andrew and the editor will starve to death - who wants to read this!

Anyway, after identifying Peeves, a treasure-level existence in Hogwarts that can increase the credibility of the story by 70%, Andrew's work progressed so fast that even Calvin was gone. According to the outline, Andrew That’s it for character dialogue and interspersed plots.

In such a pleasant rush time, the holidays passed quickly, and soon the day before Christmas came.

Before Andrew was ready for this holiday and was about to go to Professor McGonagall's office to continue familiarizing himself with the documents, a note left on his desk told him the importance of this holiday.

[You have three days off from tomorrow. Please enjoy Christmas, Mr. Taylor.

——Minerva McGonagall. 】

This note woke up Andrew, who was used to life these days - a holiday that could attract Professor McGonagall's attention really forced him to brace himself to deal with it.

After listening to a few more people at the dinner table, he immediately understood the importance of this festival - the festival has not yet come, and everyone has already begun to plan what kind of gifts they will prepare or what kind of gifts they will receive. .

‘Fortunately, it’s not too late. ’

Although it was too late to carefully select a cost-effective gift, thanks to Dumbledore, he was able to come up with a gift that would definitely not be criticized.

——

‘There is nothing we can do in the courtyard... Go back and bring a gift during the summer vacation. It would be outrageous to send it by owl. ’

'As for a roommate, Bell likes Quidditch, so just give him a set of hardcover books related to Quidditch. Hughes likes history, so a hardcover set of History of the Goblin Rebellion would be fine. ’

There is nothing wrong with giving books, especially if they are of a type that the other person likes.

'But Kevin, the charm enthusiast, and Hal, the fun-loving guy... have a set of hardcover quills each. '

A bookstore, a stationery store, and Owl mail order solved the problem - the price is roughly the same, a little expensive, but Peeves paid for it this time.

Forget about the previous clubs... the people I met during morning jogging were just casual acquaintances during the half semester...

As for Nellie, Andrew and the other party had a good communication when they were experimenting with magic spells, and there would be opportunities for cooperation in the future. Andrew added another quill to his order.

Several Gryffindor prefects knew each other because of work in the office, so they couldn't send it. Percy had a better relationship, but he was dragged down by the others - he couldn't send it for the time being.

Professor McGonagall... Andrew thought about it and gave a thick notepad that he brought from the Muggle world. He couldn't give an expensive one like he gave it to his roommate.

The rest seems to be gone.

After coming to Hogwarts for half a year, Andrew didn't know many people - first he stepped into the fire pit, and he had to force himself not to lose his temper and quit the club to waste more time in the club where he was supposed to make friends, and then he dived into the library. If it weren't for the magic that increases with age, he would probably stay there now.

'It's indeed like what they said is over-indulgence. Fortunately, the relationship within the dormitory is good, otherwise it would be even more scary...'

"I'm going to work hard on you today, Qiangwei."

Andrew looked at his owl, which responded with a very determined voice.

"very good!"

He rubbed its head, unloaded the money bag and letters, added a row of rat-made subscriptions to the order form, and inserted the corresponding coins.

"Go!"

———

The next morning, when Andrew woke up from the empty dormitory, there was already a small pile of packages piled on the ground.

His roommates each gave him a beautiful self-correcting notebook, a whole box of lemon gummies, and an ultra-rare chocolate frog card (a big deal, a top-notch rare card. Bell said in the note attached to the letter that if it weren’t for him If you eat duplicates, you will never give them to him) and a wizard toy Variety Egg (for children, a different type of small animal will appear every time you open it, but unfortunately it cannot run).

Andrew chewed the gummy candy and tried opening and closing the egg a few times - he found that there was a very clever transformation technique hidden in this thing, but that was all.

‘You can figure it out once you dismantle it, but it’s not possible yet. ’

He put the eggs away and began to unpack other packages.

‘You’re really not afraid of my death! ’

The next slightly larger package shocked Andrew as soon as it was opened - luckily the elf didn't have the habit of opening packages, otherwise this package from a magazine would have killed him.

A whole dozen of ultra-luxury feather pens, different from the so-called hardcover set that Andrew ordered, each of these pens was carefully cast with an extreme spell - this is the level that only masters can achieve.

And the materials are luxurious and worthy of the producer - Andrew only recognized two types, one of which was a peacock feather with four peacock feathers, and the remaining one, which was the least, was made of the same material as the decorations he had seen in Professor McGonagall's office (damn it, where did they get it?).

Andrew didn't recognize the rest of the feathers, but the grade was definitely not bad - and it was obvious that this was not the kind of feathers with high universality, but a few fine products carefully selected from a pile of feathers.

Although the other party only expressed gratitude in the letter, hoped that he would take good care of himself, and sent sincere blessings, Andrew still read a strong taste of urging for more.

'Who dares to use this! '

Good things are good things, but Andrew can only go to the box and carefully seal the pen at the bottom of the box.

...

What is this?

He was stunned for a moment, and opened the last package - it was packaged in an extremely ugly way.

It was a worn brass pocket watch.

[Sorry... I don't have enough pocket money to buy a new one, I hope this can help... The radio said that if I can't see what the other party lacks, then a note watch is always fine...

...

Neville Longbottom]

He tried to open the watch and used it, and found that every time it was pressed, it would display a thing to do on the dial and how long it would take to finish - and the only pointer was moving one thing at a time.

'Is this something with a little function of reading thoughts? '

Andrew nodded and put it away well - it's a pity that he couldn't make up a gift, which would be even more rude.