This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 63: This is what Ravenclaw is like

"Quit? Quit is good!"

"I knew you were a good Ravenclaw and knew a better answer."

"If you need help, just come to us. You're welcome."

"No trouble, no trouble. We all have the same goal, don't we?"

After seeing Andrew off with laughter, the senior student in charge of the club still had a smile on his face - he was worthy of being a student who officially joined at the beginning of the first year, and he got half the qualification to stay in school directly, which was much better than being an intern at the Ministry of Magic who only worked for a few months.

Who would try so hard to join the Ministry of Magic if they could stay in school? He wasn't one of the most extreme guys. He joined the club because the chances of getting into the Ministry of Magic were higher and the work at the Ministry of Magic was relatively stable. Who wouldn't just goof around? No one stood up because it was useless to oppose. Those lunatics could really get some attention from the Ministry of Magic - but they didn't really support those lunatics.

Besides, even if those lunatics came, the most they would do is call me a traitor behind my back, let alone in front of me, let alone in front of other people. I'm afraid that part of the club's funding review and the use of empty classrooms for activities will have to be handled by Andrew in the future. Who dares to offend him?
Andrew didn't think so deeply about it - he was not like the old hands in the society who had carefully studied and compared the administrative structures of various places, so he couldn't think so quickly.

But he was indeed happy - he originally thought that he would have to stick with the Laku organization for another two years before he could get out of it, but now he no longer had to deal with it, which was worth celebrating.

'It's unbelievable. Logically, the societies involved with the Ministry of Magic should have the least trouble. Why are they so unlucky? Fortunately, everything is over...'

But he thought too much. The next day, after class, he went to Professor McGonagall to mark his homework, and he had to get involved again - but this time it was completely different.

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"Very good, you have categorized this batch of homework very well and the labels are very clear - it saves a lot of time."

While Andrew was busy working on his second-year homework, Professor McGonagall had already reviewed his pre-approved homework again.

"As long as it meets the requirements, I don't have much experience in this."

Andrew smiled - he even graded his own homework and put himself in an excellent position without hesitation.

"Well...it's time..."

The watch with many hands on Professor McGonagall's desk suddenly gave a small reminder. The professor looked at the time and then at Andrew, "Do you have any classes?"

"No more, Professor."

"Then come with me. You have to be familiar with the relevant things. It can also be regarded as a vaccination for you."

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Soon, the puzzled Andrew was led by Professor McGonagall to a remote classroom on the fifth floor - few people came here because the classrooms here were usually locked and no classes were scheduled here.

In addition, if you are caught making noise here, you will be put in solitary confinement directly instead of just having some points deducted and that's it.

"This way."

Professor McGonagall walked ahead, to a classroom with drawn curtains, and knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

The door opened its mouth and opened automatically after saying these words.

'Do you recognize the person, or just knock?'

Andrew was a little confused, but said nothing - and he didn't care about it now.

The room, which was supposed to be the size of a classroom, was cast with an invisible expansion spell by someone. The entire space was as big as a small library, and was filled with bookshelves and tables. Six students were lying on the tables writing something, and the rest of the students were talking to a professor.

Andrew couldn't remember the professor's name at once, but there was no doubt that Professor McGonagall's appointment was not just idle chat. "Minerva, who is this?"

"Andrew Taylor, I just found an assistant for the first-year students. You've been complaining that I don't care enough about your projects. I think I'll have more time to deal with these things in the future."

"That's great." The professor's smile was clearly not forced. She turned to look at Andrew. "If you sign up for Muggle Studies in the future, I think it will be easy to get a high score."

Ah, yes, it's the professor of Muggle Studies, Professor Carity Burbagi.

"Berkeley, tell Andrew about what we are currently working on. Be careful. Minerva obviously intends to have him help for a long time."

"Good professor."

The other person was a ginger-haired boy who didn't pay much attention to the details of life. He was also from Ravenclaw. After agreeing to Professor Bubbage's request, he scratched his messy hair and took Andrew to a slightly tidier table in a remote area.

"Well, how should I put it? You should know the Ministry of Magic's cheap merchandise coupons, right?"

"what?"

This surprised Andrew, but he couldn't pretend to understand it, as such a serious topic would make him laugh.

"Sorry... I'm a muggle-born, so I'm not very familiar with this area."

"Ah? This..."

The other party showed embarrassment on his face, "I said... Let those guys mess around and the lower grades will not know anything... Forget it, let's start from the beginning."

"You should know the prices in the wizarding world, right?"

"I know a little bit about it, but I haven't studied it specifically."

"That's fine too - what about the fact that food can't be conjured by magic?"

"I know this. I learned about it when I was learning Transfiguration."

"Well, that's good. Then do you know where the daily food of wizards comes from - not in school, but for those wizards living in the wizarding world? Where do the vegetables, bread, canned food, fruits and even cheap wine they eat come from?"

"Isn't it produced by the magical world?"

"Well, she looks like a qualified Ravenclaw."

The other party nodded, his previous impatience gone, "Of course not - if all those foods are provided by the magic world itself, the cost will be too high."

"If we simply calculate the wages wizards need and then calculate the purchasing power of those families, we will know that they are not produced by the wizarding world at all. In fact, they come from Muggles, and the Ministry of Magic purchases these products through Muggle currency, and then provides them cheaply to wizarding families, cheap commodity coupons, dedicated vegetable stores... In short, it is a similar method to recover a sum of Galleons and stabilize the wizards..."

(The Weasleys’ ample food supply and tired bacon sandwiches were clearly a benefit of this policy.)
"So that they don't target Muggles over food?"

"Absolutely true - the moral standards of wizards with wands deteriorate rapidly when they are hungry, and adequate food is the foundation of the Ministry of Magic's stability in the wizarding world and the foundation of the Statute of Secrecy.

"But therein lies the problem. What the Ministry of Magic is reluctant to publicize but must do is to increase the value of their wealth in the Muggle world, so as to steadily obtain what the Ministry of Magic needs in the Muggle world. And my partner and I, under the guidance of Professor Burbaggi, are researching new ways for the Ministry of Magic to increase its wealth."

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Now Andrew finally understood why he had to sign a confidentiality agreement - his original club had been desperately trying to get close to the Ministry of Magic. If the guy in front of him could come up with the latest results, he would probably be exempted from the exam to enter the Ministry of Magic, and he would probably have to form an entire department...

(End of this chapter)