This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 458 End of the School Year and Summer Arrangements
"No, why did they fight?"

Before the year-end banquet, Andrew was reading in the lounge when he suddenly heard such outrageous news.

But Hal was very sure.

"It was a big fight. I almost got beaten. It was really, really scary."

He was panting, but his face was full of excitement, "You should have seen where you went, Andrew, that's not right, if you went over there, they would definitely not be able to fight."

"But I still don't understand," Andrew was confused, "Why are we being suppressed by two colleges?"

And Gryffindor and Slytherin, who have always been at odds with each other, are beating up Ravenclaw together?
This is simply outrageous!

How did the two get mixed up?
Moreover, the three teams have similar scores and all have hopes of winning the College Cup. Wouldn't fighting at this time just be a way to give away points?
"There is no alliance, everyone is fighting each other," Hal shook his head, "but this is true... Let me think about how to start better."

"Don't be in a hurry, take your time," Andrew was also speechless. What happened in Hogwarts this year that such an outrageous thing could happen?
"The reason is that it was not right on our side. It was indeed our mistake."

Which side are you from, kid?

Andrew glared at Hal, and so did Hughes.

"You remember those things that came out over Easter break?"

Andrew was fine, but Hughes on the side had an expression of disgust on his face.

"But what does it matter?"

"Later, a lot of articles discrediting Karkaroff appeared on that thing, and many people saw it."

Hal shook his head. "That's where the problem comes from."

"What does this have to do with us?"

"Well, there is an article written by an unknown senior in our college - well, it's what you think."

What the hell?
Andrew had a bad feeling in his mind.

"Why does Malfoy always reveal that he and Potter are irreconcilable?"

Hal sighed and asked a question that sounded outrageous to Andrew.

Damn it, did I open Pandora's box?

"almost?"

Hughes' face turned a little pale.

"Yes, almost. It was seen. It was widely circulated in the school... We don't know who wrote it, but those fifth-year guys challenged us fifth-year students to a fight..."

How come I don't know anything?
"They didn't dare to call you..."

Without Andrew even asking, Hal shook his head and said, "The fifth year also felt it was too embarrassing to be picked on for this matter, but it was difficult to report it to the dean, so the only option was to fight... In the end, they were blocked by Professor Hagrid in the Forbidden Forest."

Normally, fighting is an attitude, and showing up again after the fight is self-examination. Students are simple... But if I get caught by the professor today...

"Deduction of points?"

"One hundred and fifty points per college."

"Well, the house cup goes to Hufflepuff."

Andrew spread his hands and said, "This is amazing. No one needs to grab it."

"Andrew, aren't you curious about who wrote it?"

"not at all."

Andrew shook his head.

Why is he asking questions when he is the main culprit? This is the issue that the dean should be concerned about.

Besides, they didn't fight with the intention of dying together - it can only be said that the rules were different in Professor Hagrid's time, and he entered the front-line teaching position too late.

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"Hufflepuff students are so happy." Hal muttered quietly, "The scores were very close this year, a hundred and fifty at once!"

At this moment, the entire hall is decorated with Hufflepuffs - they are happy and confused now, why?
Because the reason for the fight was so special, the three houses have not even revealed why they were fighting, and Hufflepuff is still wondering.

But this did not stop Minister Fudge from smiling when he presented the award.

Anyway, most of the best graduates from the four colleges were heading for the Ministry of Magic - he didn't care, it was all the same.

It’s still the same old routine, calling out the names and presenting the awards.

However, when Miss Granger came on stage, Fudge said a few more words and congratulated her on her continued first place with an attitude that he had never had before.

"As expected of you, you are number one..."

Andrew was convinced anyway. The dark circles under Miss Granger's eyes were not fake at all. He just couldn't bear it.

Fudge on the stage did not say much extra, but when he was leaving the stage, Andrew was stopped and listened to Dumbledore's speech in a small house on the side.

"You should combine work with rest, Mr. Taylor. Your Transfiguration is enough to cover up the grades of all other courses. There is no need to prove yourself with grades alone," Fudge said with an intimate expression. "It is better to relax more after the experiment. I have a set of tickets for the Quidditch World Cup. If you need, you can go directly to the camp to watch it."

He casually handed an envelope to Andrew, "It's a pretty good location. If it's safe, the Ministry will send an Auror. After all, sometimes the winners get a little proud, and security issues need attention."

"I will," Andrew nodded in thanks, although he was not sure whether Professor McGonagall would let him go, "but I can't make any guarantees..."

Before he could finish his excuse, Fudge shook his head humbly, "There are always more important things. Inspiration in the laboratory is much more important than Quidditch - this is natural."

He joked, then asked the reporters to quickly take another set of photos before letting Andrew leave.

"Sure enough, after the reputation is increased, Minister Fudge's attitude is surprisingly good..."

Andrew shook his head and glanced at the envelope.

"Full package plus premium box...hiss, it's still empty the whole time. You can also bring friends. The Ministry of Magic has a lot of funding..."

It's a pity that it's hard to give it away. If it were a worse ticket, it would be easier to sell it. It would be so much fun to give this thing away.

'It depends on what the professor has arranged.'

Meanwhile, in the Great Hall, Dumbledore had already begun to remind people of the things to pay attention to during the holidays.

"But it has nothing to do with me..."

His vacation was scheduled for later—in the evening, to be exact.

Professor McGonagall quickly helped him make a decision.

Five days off...

After that, I will return to school to take over all matters related to the Triwizard Tournament, and by the way, meet the next Gryffindor prefect who will take over the office chores tomorrow morning.

As for the Quidditch match tickets.

Professor McGonagall was very generous - I could go and watch the final, which was considered a break.

As for the rest of the time, it is better to study hard in school.

Also, pay attention to the time of your birthday - time travel is not without cost, and although it is not a proportional conversion, it is normal for your birthday to be a little earlier.

Although it has little impact on normal wizards, if it comes to high-precision transfiguration, they must take a rest on that day.

The arrangement is roughly that simple.

But what Andrew didn't expect was that the dean also added burdens to him.

"You're still staying in school during the summer vacation, right?" The dean pushed a pile of books over. "You promised to study the Oblivion Spell. Take some time out during this vacation to study it carefully!"

"Including the unfinished potion...hiss..."

Andrew took a deep breath—and returned to the dormitory and started packing with the others.

"No matter what the subsequent arrangements are, let's just enjoy the holiday first, five days is five days..."

(End of this chapter)