This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 20 Ravenclaw's Welcome
Lunch time came quickly.

Perhaps due to the intimidating teachings from the senior students last night, the proportion of Ravenclaw freshmen arriving at the cafeteria on time was much higher than that of freshmen from other colleges.

At this time, Andrew finally found his roommates and introduced them to each other, but he could only get to know each other's character and temper after they got to know each other.

'I hope there are no peeping people, otherwise the delivery of subsequent manuscripts will be a serious problem...'

Andrew even wanted to seek help from the power of magic - but unfortunately, as a freshman, he couldn't learn a magic spell casually.

While I was briefly chatting with the four roommates, a senior boy came over and said, "Student Taylor, after the first class in the afternoon, the group will meet in the fifth classroom next to the spiral escalator on the far left of the third floor."

At the same time that Andrew received the notice, the other two roommates also received notices from other groups. As for the remaining two people, no one came to disturb them until the end.

'I don't know whether he was eliminated by the group selection or he made up his mind not to take sides.'

He obviously wouldn't spoil the mood by asking about such things, so after saying goodbye hastily after the meal, he prepared to attend the afternoon class.

When the afternoon class started, the seats changed significantly - unlike in the morning when people randomly found a seat and sat down and looked forward to the class, in the afternoon, basically everyone found a seat according to the group they joined, and the rest were roughly divided into groups according to the dormitory...

"This is too contradictory..."

The first class in the afternoon was Transfiguration. Professor McGonagall's performance was no less than Professor Flitwick's. Her animal transformation skills made Andrew forget the problem of excessive dispersion within the academy that he had been thinking about before.

Perhaps because he had done enough homework in advance, he scored five points for Ravenclaw this time - but other than that he gained basically nothing.

Professor McGonagall explained almost every knowledge point separately, which was a very tiring way of teaching. The advantage was that it ensured that most students could understand it, but it was too ordinary for Andrew, who had already learned enough on his own.

'I need to be thicker-skinned and learn enough questions on my own to try to ask the professor after class...'

He pretended to listen attentively and put self-study of Transfiguration on the agenda.

By the way, after class, he shamelessly rushed behind Professor McGonagall with his bag and asked her all the questions he had accumulated during his self-study during the holidays.

Just as he expected, Professor McGonagall answered his questions without any hesitation, and the advice he expected did not happen.

"I do have some thoughts of my own, Mr. Taylor."

Professor McGonagall nodded slightly after making sure that he had no more questions. "How about this? Go to the library and borrow these two books."

The quill flew out by itself and wrote the title of the book on a blank piece of paper. "Read the first two chapters of this one and one chapter of the other one, then submit a paper to me, as soon as possible."

"Okay, Professor."

Andrew had a smile on his face.

After putting the parchment away, he immediately ran towards the third floor and arrived at the empty classroom there in time.

About ten minutes later, a senior student walked into the classroom.

"Freshman, very good, follow me."

He looked at the freshmen present, nodded, then turned around and led the way.

Andrew and the others looked at each other and followed.

Soon they stopped in front of a larger classroom, where two senior students were already sitting with boxes.

"What are you looking forward to?"

When the freshmen squeezed in, the senior student sitting on the right side of the box looked at them with contempt and said, "You don't think that the inspection will be over after last night and you can fantasize about life in the Ministry of Magic with the seniors?"

"Do you know what kind of choices we have gone through?" "The Ministry of Magic only recruits a limited number of people each year. Do you expect to receive a letter of employment from the Ministry of Magic just by waiting like this?"

"Don't be silly - even those who enter the Ministry of Magic will give priority to people from the same club, but think about it with your not-so-stupid brains, why should you be the one? There are so many pure-bloods watching over there!"

"Mike, you talk too much."

When Mike was scolding everyone, the student on the right uttered something in dissatisfaction.

"We have nothing to do with the Ministry of Magic, nor with the club. We are here just to sell you something that can help you in your school life."

"This is a fair trade, and every item is worth its price."

As he spoke, he opened the box.

There weren't many things inside - three or four notebooks, a thick stack of information, a large bottle of potion, and a box of Thunderbolt Explosion cards (although Andrew didn't recognize the specific things, he could still make out the general idea).

"The prices are all there, sir... No, these are just some magical items that can help you. The prices are very transparent. Anyone who is willing to buy them can take them away by paying Galleons."

He crossed his hands on the table, "So, who of you wants to buy it?"

'What the hell? '

Andrew looked around calmly, "The scammers have tricked the freshmen?"

"So you were so anxious yesterday, are you planning to start defrauding new students of their money?"

"No, this is too much effort... And they deliberately created such a roughly fair model. Is it just for this that they put so much effort?"

After being exposed to the Internet, Andrew had seen scams that were at least thirty years ahead of his time - the little trick he saw was simply too tacky.

"No matter what the reason is, we can't turn hostile and accuse him directly. Even if he is a liar, he is a senior liar with a wand. If he is alone, we can consider a sneak attack to knock out the wand, but for this number, forget it."

"I'm sorry," Andrew said, "If I'm willing to pay more Galleons, can I gain more friendship?"

"There is no friendship, sir. This is just an ordinary transaction."

"What if I love it so much that I'm willing to pay a high price for one of them?"

"That's only natural..."

"I need to go to the lounge to get some money. My money is in the box."

Andrew added quickly.

"of course can."

'Stupid...'

He cursed inwardly, walked out the door and ran towards the lounge, "I'll be back soon!"

As soon as he ran through the corridor, he turned and headed downstairs. He planned to take a detour back to the room he had agreed to meet in earlier, and then report to the professor.

Sure enough - when he found the classroom, the person in charge was still angry.

"You're still lost after your first day as a Ravenclaw?"

(End of this chapter)