This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 91 Let students see themselves
"The professor is probably used to using the term 'prefect'..."

Andrew complained in his heart - there would be nothing wrong with any Gryffindor prefect doing this job, but a first-year student managing Gryffindor students? (Although Hufflepuffs were also attending the class, they didn't need to care...)
However, he had no intention of being stage-shy about this matter. After the professor gave his instructions to the students, he walked up to the podium with a swagger and sat there steadily.

"Put your wands down first and read the theoretical knowledge. Those who are sure they can cast a spell successfully should come and sign up to demonstrate in public. If you fail, you will be deducted points based on the number of people who perform the spell. If you succeed, you will be awarded points based on the number of people who perform the spell. I will report the final results to the professor. You'd better hurry up, otherwise you will have no chance even if you have mastered it thoroughly when the professor comes back."

He had observed when the professor came in and announced this unfortunate job that only a few people could succeed - not enough to add too many points.

He was not here to substitute for the class, but to make sure these first-year students could sit safely in their chairs and wait for Professor McGonagall to come back. As long as no accidents happened during the process, it would be considered a success. As for the marks - if they were too high, he would use some tricks. Anyway, he could convince these classmates.

But he seemed to be a little mistaken - Gryffindor students cared less about the house score than Ravenclaw students, because their pool was almost emptied at Christmas...

"I come!"

"I come!"

The students raised their hands very enthusiastically. If Andrew had not seen two guys with magic wands sneaking in when he just came in, he would have suspected that he was in some sixth grade advanced class where all the students were very skilled.

But, just come.

He used the same trick - if he came here to establish his authority, his choice at this moment would be to provoke everyone, and then use his superb transformation skills to crush the one who is recognized as the strongest, so as to gain authority and make the students in the classroom succumb to his authority.

After all, for more than half a year, Miss Granger used her grades to ensure that the entire first grade did not have any doubts about her learning ability - not even Slytherin.

Of course, you can change the attack aspect.

All Andrew had to do was call her up and use a more powerful transformation to defeat her in public - stepping on others to get to the top was always the fastest way.

After that, he could comment on other people's Transfiguration without restraint and control the pace of the entire class.

But why was that necessary? He was just helping the professor watch over the students for a while.

“It’s great to see so many people signing up – please start your performance, remember to describe your understanding and ideas in detail, and then show your spell well.”

He looked delighted. "Let's get started. Start from the left, one by one. Miss Granger will definitely be able to do it. You will be the judge and comment on and score their Transfiguration skills."

"I?"

"Yes," Andrew said, fearing that the free labor force would be gone, "sit by the podium and watch them."

As he spoke, he stepped down from the podium, took a few pieces of parchment from Professor McGonagall's bag, confiscated a book, found an empty chair and pulled it to the back, "Come on!"

Fighting high pressure in class?

Don’t even think about it—he’s getting paid an assistant salary, not a teaching assistant salary.

And isn’t the one on the stage happy?

He pretended to take notes, but in fact he began to think about the filling work he would do today - this place was safer than the basement classroom, and no one would look at his notes.

What if I make a note of it?
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"Hermione."

Ron lowered his voice, glanced at Andrew who was casually taking notes at the back, and then looked at Hermione who was serious like a traitor, "You have to say something nice."

Hermione ignored him, and their friendship ended in an instant.

Originally, some people were dissatisfied with Andrew, a classmate - we are all first-year students, why did the professor ask you to supervise us?
But now this has become an internal conflict within Gryffindor! After all, Hufflepuff students won't mess around, but Granger's demands are high and he won't let them off!
But she is the one who judges and everyone is convinced - this is very infuriating!
I was originally concerned about what happened, why did this guy come to inform the professor, why did he look at us with no attitude - please give us some water, Miss Granger, we are all Gryffindors! But it was useless.

When Professor McGonagall hurried back, she found that the atmosphere in the classroom was better than she had expected. Andrew, who was sitting at the back, quickly transformed the little things he had written with his wand and put them away. He then took the evaluation record from Hermione, who was still in high spirits, and left happily.

'You actually used Hermione's writing - but why didn't you make it easier, Granger?'

Despite the resentment of many students, Hermione returned to her seat after accepting the thanks and met the resentful looks of her friends.

Andrew, on the other hand, simply handed the list to the professor and briefly explained what he had done.

"Good job, Mr. Taylor."

Professor McGonagall nodded. "I will remember to comment on Miss Granger's list, but I'm afraid I need you and..."

She hesitated for a moment, but finally made a choice, "Huffman, yes, the two of you, go with Hagrid and buy the dragon egg."

Huffman is the sixth-grade Gryffindor prefect who was reviewing documents with Andrew today. He has a bit of an impatient personality, but is a good person.

"Really buying it?"

"Well, buy and donate - the school will declare that they have discovered a transaction of smuggled dragon eggs, and in order to ensure that it is not damaged, they are prepared to purchase it first and then deal with it, but the other party is alert and escapes.

"Since the dragon egg was found to be damaged, we asked the professors on campus to incubate it and donated it to the breeding base after the dragon's body stabilized."

It was much more perfect than his plan - thank goodness the professor had handled it properly on the way.

It is estimated that persuading Hagrid was also done together, and the excuse was probably that this was indeed a smuggled egg.

But professor, it's already too much for you to ask me to watch the students. I'm only a first-year student. Isn't it inappropriate for me to be involved in smuggling?
"Well, go and withdraw some money for the transaction. Remember to wear a cloak and conceal yourself, but don't be too skilled - especially your imitation Disillusionment Charm, you are not allowed to use it."

"Yes, Professor."

Andrew nodded - although it was even more outrageous than looking after students, this was indeed a job that the assistant should do.

"Well, come to my office. Hagrid and Huffman are waiting for you there."

Professor McGonagall instructed, and entered the classroom with the list.

Looking at those pairs of hopeful eyes, she decided to fulfill her promise to Andrew now.

"Mr. Taylor said you did a great job and everyone was very serious. I think we should follow this list—"

She looked at the list and thought that it didn't matter if she added a little more - there was no chance of winning the College Cup anyway.

Besides, it's okay for the assistant to not understand things sometimes...

"Five points for Hufflepuff and five points for Gryffindor."

She announced, looking at the mark.

'Miss Granger, you are too serious'.

(End of this chapter)