This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 23: You'll die if you play with me
The first class the next morning was Herbology.

The sun was shining, but unfortunately Andrew couldn't enjoy the good weather.

Studying Transfiguration on his own was more exhausting than he had thought, and the Transfiguration of those complex objects was a difficult challenge for him.

He needs to picture the details of the object in his mind before casting the spell, and then have faith that he can use magic to generate these structures one by one - this is not easy at all. Whether it is because the conception of the object is not detailed enough or he lacks confidence in himself, he will only produce a failed product that looks similar but is obviously fake.

After working hard all night, he finally developed a hammer...

Yes, a real hammer, one of those old-fashioned two-piece hammers, the stick, the hammer head and a little fixed wedge.

He didn't know if it was because he went to bed too late or because he practiced too many times, but now he just felt a slight headache.

"No, I don't think it's the reading that's the problem. It's because you ate too much ice cream."

Kevin interrupted happily, but was ignored by Andrew.

But he soon had no chance to interrupt, as they had already arrived at the greenhouse—all herbology courses were completed in the greenhouse, as Professor Sprout placed more emphasis on practice.

"The herb here is Dictamni, the most important healing item. It has a good healing effect on common injuries caused by magic, and it can stop bleeding instantly for ordinary injuries.

"Of course, the most important thing is that it has extremely low environmental requirements, has a very high yield, and is also a common herb in the wild.

"Its most distinctive feature is its flowers. Of course, if you know anything about its leaves, actually..."

Before Bai Xian's introduction was over, Andrew confirmed one thing: he would probably have to put in a lot of effort if he wanted to get a higher score in this subject.

It’s not that I can’t remember it, but I’m not that interested…

Taking out a pencil, Andrew simply drew the characteristics of the white mulberry on his notebook.

This action caught the attention of Professor Sprout. She walked quickly to Andrew with some joy, and then, well, was stunned.

After struggling for a while - as if the kind professor was trying to swallow some discomfort, she finally forced herself to say something in a calm manner.

"It's a good idea to use images to mark their easily distinguishable parts. One point for Ravenclaw."

...

"Don't force yourself, Professor."

Andrew calmly closed the notebook, blocking others' view - he was very aware of this, if the painting was better, he would change the way to make money, even if it was a picture with text, it would sell much better.

Next came the identification of some commonly used herbs, and Andrew's notebook was filled with several more masterpieces with unique characteristics that only he could recognize.

But after that their kindly herbal professor never tried to look through Andrew's notebook again.

After the class was over, most of the young wizards were still walking around leisurely, but when someone said that the next class was Defense Against the Dark Arts, everyone started to charge towards the lounge.

The other courses are good, but they are less attractive than the Defence Against the Dark Arts, which involves direct use of violence.

Unfortunately, Andrew had no desire to charge forward. If this wasn't a compulsory course, he would have wanted to stay away from it.

Even if it was a speed run introduction, the professor in charge of Defense Against the Dark Arts was the most important character. He simply didn't have any covert reporting measures, otherwise he would have planned to report the number one Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to the school.

'Apart from anonymous owl mail, which can be found as long as you are willing to check it, is there any other way to secretly put the letter on Dumbledore's desk and make him suspect it and investigate it? 'After thinking for a long time and finding no good way, Andrew sighed and returned to the common room to take a simple shower and change clothes, ready to go to class.

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"Do you smell anything?"

“Garlic smell...very strong garlic smell..."

When they were some distance away from the classroom, the students who had just washed off the smell of dragon dung realized that this class might have been in vain.

By the time we arrived at the classroom, several people's faces had become very good-looking.

But the harsh truth is that Professor Quirrell, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, decorated his classroom with garlic, and it was a particularly strong kind.

'Physiological pressure plus psychological pressure are maxed out...'

Andrew even took the initiative to pull his roommates to find a seat at the back, with good reason, "You all know Professor Quirrell's big scarf, I suspect there is a circle of garlic under the scarf - he just used the scarf to cover the garlic so that he wouldn't look too weird."

This purely made-up excuse was accepted by most of the students in the class.

But having said that, Andrew was still looking forward to this class - after all, he could only learn in class, and the rest had to be learned on his own, unlike other courses where he could not ask questions shamelessly.

After all, that's too uncertain. Other teachers would at most give you a perfunctory answer and then brush you off. But if this professor feels that there is something wrong with you before leaving and wants to send you away, you don't need to do any mental preparation.

Even after they become familiar with you and have a rough idea of ​​where you move around, it's not surprising that they suddenly want to use your life as a trap to provide themselves with time and space to act.

If he had been sorted into Slytherin and made up some background for himself, maybe he could have safely gained some knowledge. But now - it's best for everyone to maintain a simple and unfamiliar teacher-student relationship.

Even though he was complaining in his heart, Andrew had to admit that this most powerful professor was still very capable in class. Although he deliberately stuttered when speaking, he was not without confidence and the class was still very smooth.

But his roommate had no intention of letting him go.

"Why didn't I see you go up and ask the professor? Why, do you really think so?"

"It's fatal. Don't be so rude."

Andrew quickly started to make up a lie, "I'm not that interested in this class. I still prefer the feeling of controlling objects in Transfiguration."

"Tsk tsk, a pragmatic wizard - maybe it's because Transfiguration adds so many points."

“I can’t deny that’s part of it.”

Andrew was serious.

"cut!"

"Let's go, let's eat... I hope there's not much garlic in the lunch, otherwise I'll have bad memories..."

"What could be worse than not teaching a single spell at all today?"

"Yes, it looks like there won't be any spells taught in the next Defense Against the Dark Arts class..."

After a series of unpleasant words, the students leaving at the back began to walk towards the cafeteria with laughter and cursing, while the students in the front in twos and threes quickened their pace, and a faint dividing line appeared between the two groups.

(End of this chapter)