This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 77 The new semester begins

"We're back!"

Just as Andrew was taking notes in the dormitory, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Bell, who was as tall as a third grader, rushed in almost by force, then walked quickly to his bed and pounced on it.

"Andrew isn't here again, why are you shouting - he must be in the library...Oh my God, what day is today?"

Hal, who was a little slower, walked in muttering, and when he saw Andrew, an exaggerated expression appeared on his face.

"The first day of school."

Andrew put down his quill and closed his notebook. "Where are the two of them?"

"In the back, Ganassi next door got an introduction to Egyptian witchcraft from somewhere, and the two of them didn't even squeeze into the carriage with us - I tell you, Andrew, a carriage that flies by itself!"

"No, it's the Thestrals! I can't see them, but that's what the seniors said."

Bell retorted firmly.

"Yes, it was Ye Qi. You must have heard about what happened before the holiday. Didn't they fight on the train?"

"There was a fight, but there were a few seventh-year Hufflepuffs on the bus who were interns at St. Mungo's, and they were cured on the spot - but two people felt that their mouths were a little crooked, so they are probably going to the hospital now."

what?
Although it was not the first time he heard such outrageous news, Andrew was still a little uncomfortable.

The nearly omnipotent potion, combined with the help of magic, made non-magical injuries have very little impact on wizards - unless the injury was fatal, two days would be enough to recover from even the most serious injury.

But it is precisely because of this ridiculously powerful medical care that the fighting within the school is far greater than that of other schools - there is no way, missing arms and legs are minor injuries, and people can go to school normally the next day. It would be strange if they don't get their heads broken...

"I'm afraid there's still a fight to be had," Andrew sighed. "Slytherin has basically won the House Cup this year. Gryffindor will definitely not focus on the score anymore. And Slytherin has been cheated once, so they'll definitely want to vent their anger."

"It's none of our business. No academy would fight on two fronts. By the way, when I came here just now, I saw that other academies all had statues of their founders. Don't we have any?"

Hal didn't comment, he liked to hear interesting things - a fight between Slytherin and Gryffindor was not news in Hogwarts.

"Yes, it's on top of the tower, but it's hard to see - the best viewing angle is to fly up from the stadium."

"Cool, what about the school, is there anything new going on?"

Yes, there is, but I can’t say…

Andrew shook his head and greeted his roommate with a helpless expression.

"My mistake. I should have asked the library if they had purchased a new batch of books."

This caused Bell to laugh wildly in support, "Yes, yes, Andrew definitely knows this question."

"I'll go out and ask around. See you at the restaurant."

After Hal confirmed again that his roommate was a traditionalist, he ran away.

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"you really are…"

At the dinner table, Hal looked at Andrew and shook his head.

In the short hour or so between returning to school and before dinner, Hal had already found out about three couples in the house who stayed back in school for love, a seventh-year student who got an internship at the Ministry of Magic, Professor Flitwick's plan to set up a club, the Weasley brothers being caught by Filch the day before yesterday (this information was severely despised by a group of first-year students and was considered not news), five Hufflepuff students who were sent to the hospital due to food poisoning before dinner... and so on.

The number and scope were shocking. "Information, information is the most important thing," Hal shook his finger, his round face still childish under his messy hair full of confidence and pride, "I will definitely be able to be a reporter for the Daily Prophet in the future."

None of the first-year students refuted him - it was such a happy thing to be able to hear these school messages during such a busy time at the beginning of the school term.

Although Andrew had some prejudices against journalism, he still recognized Hal's ability - he had stayed in school for a whole vacation and was completely unaware of these things.

"This isn't news. What you said is just gossip within the school at best."

A third grader who Andrew hadn't paid much attention to leaned over and said, "Not even close."

"You should pay more attention to Rita's news. Her exclusive and unexpected things can be considered news. You are far behind. The most important thing about news is the unexpected surprise, not the messy family gossip."

Andrew knew the name Rita - after all, he had carefully investigated the best-selling magazines in the wizarding world and knew this Rita Skeeter.

One of the most popular journalists in the wizarding world, yes, this is also inconsistent with the speed pass. It says that Rita is a shameless and unpopular person.

Andrew was not sure about her shamelessness and it remained to be seen, but it was absolutely impossible for her to be unpopular - she was the publisher of the best-selling newspaper in the wizarding world and had as many fans as that of the best-selling author.

It's not strange to meet her fans in the castle. To be more precise, it's strange not to meet her fans.

"I don't agree with some of her comments," Bell said seriously. "Her news is too unique, as if everything has a hidden side and everything has a strange twist - this is too one-sided. There are so many reasons for many things."

"What kind of news is it if it's not new? Who wants to read those random and boring things..."

The other party shook his head and turned away, without even the desire to debate, as if he would be contaminated if he spoke one more word to Bell.

"Hmph..." Bell made a contemptuous sound through his nose in response, but was not affected at all and continued with his school gossip.

The class leaders just took a look, turned their heads away as if nothing had happened, and continued to deal with their food - don't worry about it, this kind of thing is too common in Ravenclaw.

Disagreements were too common in Ravenclaw, especially over differences in hobbies. It was normal to have an argument or a fight, and it was not even as worthy of attention as the conflicts between those clubs that formed a group - the latter were much more ruthless.

As for the two of them, even if they quarrel after graduation, they can just have a war of words in the newspapers, or fight when they meet, and the clubs...

All I can say is that nothing good comes of it when anything gets mixed up with Galleon or the Ministry of Magic.

The six prefects looked at each other and shook their heads.

It would be great if everyone could be like the student called Taylor - the traditional Ravenclaws who hang out in the library are the most popular, but it's good if one-third of the students can do it every year, and the amount of time each person spends addicted varies.

It sounds absurd that not all Ravenclaws who pursue wisdom spend their days in the library - but this is indeed the case.

The accumulation of knowledge, logical reasoning, observation and association of things, control of one's own emotions, and handling of events and human relationships are all wisdom.

More than half of Ravenclaw students just maintain decent grades in other subjects, and then spend a lot of time on what they are interested in, and are quite crazy about understanding it.

The madness of these people can even be divided into different categories - just like playing competitive games, some people rush to rank up like crazy, while others specialize in one character and study various playing methods. Some people like to study routines and like to play with different feelings. As for the rest, there are those who switch to single-player games while playing...

Most of the things that Ravenclaws are interested in cannot be solved by just spending time in the library, but you can't say that it is not the pursuit of wisdom.

The rest are even more bizarre, and it is impossible to list them all.

"Let's just quarrel... What can we do... And there's no one who can take the lead."

The six of them looked at each other - it might be very late to determine the prefect of this first grade.

(End of this chapter)