Chapter 463 Heading to Kodosdoriz

"Please answer."

The sound of the door knocker was as pleasant as ever, like music, but Andrew was carrying a suitcase, and his face was not very good.

This question could not be answered.

Because the question asked was the kind without an answer, a pure question and answer question.

'Damn it, do I have to sleep in a sleeping bag on the first day back to school? '

He sighed, made up an answer at random, and was ready to end the question and answer, lying in the sleeping bag.

'Our college has the most sleeping bags in the whole school, and even other colleges have to call from us when there is any emergency... Fortunately, there is a special one. '

Andrew, who was trying to make fun of the situation, was ready to turn around and leave, but the door knocker asked the second question in his unprecedented beautiful but devilish voice.

"Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw held a ball together. Ms. Ravenclaw prepared a hat for everyone. Some of them were clearly identifiable magic hats, and the rest were ordinary hats, but no one could be sure whether their hats were lucky enough to release magic.

Then, the candles were extinguished, and Ms. Ravenclaw said that if anyone was sure that they were wearing a magic hat, please light your wand, but no one responded. The candles burned again, and Ms. Ravenclaw asked again.

But still no one lit their wands, but when the third question was asked, a wand was finally lit - so how many magic hats did Ms. Ravenclaw prepare?"

? ? ?

What's the situation? Shouldn't we live outside?

Andrew thought in surprise, but there was no time to pay attention to this question now - the point was, let's go into the lounge first.

He thought for a few minutes and carefully said his answer.

"Three?"

"Well said."

The door knocker praised, and then the door opened.

'What's the situation? Is this the first time or the second time? If there are two questions, I basically don't need to sleep in a sleeping bag. Is it one of the rewards for opening the Ravenclaw Lady's Chamber of Secrets? ’

He didn't know, but it was probably - it couldn't be linked to the crown, right?

Anyway, he took the benefit, and there was probably no sequelae - it wasn't like the door was opened directly, just a second chance to answer the questions, it didn't matter.

'Pack up your things and report to Professor McGonagall's office first, then go and burn herbs. ’

He put his things away, but as usual, he took out the daily necessities and placed them outside - if this was the only privilege, then he would be done.

After that, he went all the way to Professor McGonagall's office.

But on the way, he met an unexpected person - Sirius.

"Good morning, Sirius."

Andrew took the initiative to greet him.

"Ah? Oh, Andrew," Sirius came back to his senses, a little absent-minded, "Good morning, your vacation is over?"

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Don't be like this!

Andrew was silent for a moment, and decided to fight back, "So, Sirius, you didn't take a vacation?"

"Almost," Sirius said with a little embarrassment.

After taking Harry to rent a house there, he was still not good at food magic. After eating takeout for a few days, he and Harry decisively chose another way.

That is, come here to work for a few days a week to eat, and then pack some back, eat takeout while maintaining the ancient magic there.

There is no way, the house elves of the Black family are still hostile to Sirius and refuse to serve.

Although it is not so convenient to travel, it is better than eating takeout and frozen food.

After hurting each other, the two left with a smile on their faces, and did not ask each other further.

'I don't know if Sirius knows... Forget it, don't think about it, it's too scary to think about it, and according to Sirius's face, I'm afraid he will fall... Hiss...'

Andrew shook his head desperately, threw out the strange things that squeezed into his mind, and began to think about another question-when will his alchemy class be taught.

‘Although it sounds good, I still need to accumulate potions. The herbs are not good enough, and there are many raw materials that I haven’t checked yet…’

He shook his head, put this idea behind him, and walked towards Professor McGonagall’s office.

——

For the next twenty days, almost nothing happened.

Andrew returned to the rhythm of school, even stricter than that, and more flexible in time arrangement.

As for the results, they were also gratifying.

Among the animal materials, some of the raw materials commonly used in Hogwarts Potions Class have been roughly explored once - although we can’t be sure of all their uses, they can probably be used in potions without too much waste.

The plant materials are also more than half, but only the mature form has been tried, and the fresh herbs have not been carried out yet.

Please...collect 6...books...!

And Transfiguration has also become more proficient in such crazy and diverse attempts, but there is really no good comparison standard - the students are still all crushed, and Dumbledore still can’t beat them.

‘But there is no specific division, I have to take time to think about it, but I’m not in a hurry. ’

As for the Russian that Professor McGonagall personally mentioned, although he was still mute, if the other party was willing to slow down and gesture, he could understand common expressions for the first time.

‘It’s okay. If it doesn’t work, the wand can also speak. If language communication is not possible, there are still weapons…’

He simply pinched it with his left hand, but did not cast spells directly - Professor Snape warned that casting too many spells with hand gestures would reduce the wizard's sensitivity to potions and should not be used as a regular combat force.

‘Although I don’t rely on that guy for a living, it’s better to be more stable before everything is completed. ’

'Others are fine. The other two schools didn't make any fuss. After all, everyone wants to rematch. If there is any quarrel, we have to wait until the game is over...'

‘Okay, let’s report to the professor first and get up tomorrow to see if there is any more information reported. ’

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"You're here, Taylor."

I don't know why, but when Andrew saw Professor McGonagall, the professor's face still had a bit of...well, how should I put it, surprise that didn't go away.

"What do you know about holy spells, Taylor?"

"There is no information, Professor," Andrew shook his head, "I only found out about this thing from their description."

"Neither does the school. We have almost no communication with them. They are too far away," Professor McGonagall shook her head. "But what's interesting is that their dungeon seems to be a little more interesting than we thought."

interesting?

This was the first time Andrew heard Professor McGonagall make such a comment.

"Is it very wild?"

Andrew couldn't help but think so, because the model there was so special.

Whose Quidditch player uses logs as brooms?

The clanking of wood during the Quidditch match reminded him of taboo games like violent motorcycles - it was too scary.

"It's almost there, but their receptionist professor has already ensured safety. Just go over and try. Go back and pack your luggage. We'll leave tomorrow."