This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

There was no way it was over - and Andrew knew why the hitter did it that way.

It is really a headache for minors to cast spells outside of school. Let the students run away, and then report that it is impossible to identify who did it, so that the unlucky students will not lose their academic status because a thief is caught outside the school.

This is a very humane measure - the corresponding merits and the handling of thieves are not easy to handle.

There are no victims in catching people and taking stolen goods. If you catch a thief, your performance will not look good, and the punishment for the attacker will not be easy to deal with.

However, Andrew was not going to let go of the guy who might attack the students - no matter what, he was a walking threat.

It's so bad that it oozes pus. Because students leave school privately and don't dare to report it, they steal or even do it brazenly?

This is simply bad to the core.

If he didn't attack the students, he would have to teach him a heavier lesson - he didn't deliberately target anyone, and he would never let go of being beaten up by someone else.

After returning to the school from the gate, he even just put the box in the dormitory and walked towards Professor McGonagall's office - at worst, he would be criticized one after another, and he had to send the guy in in a legal and reasonable manner.

"Tyler? Are you back so early?"

Professor McGonagall was working on official documents and looked at Andrew curiously - although Andrew's daily performance was considered diligent, he definitely did not love work so much.

"I ran into some trouble, Professor," Andrew said cautiously, "I got into trouble with a thief in Hogsmeade..."

"Do it?"

Professor McGonagall repeated, with a bit of surprise on her face, "That shouldn't be the case. Logically speaking, you are the one who immediately called for help or the strikers - are you the target?"

"Yes, I don't know why he would target my money bag which is not too big."

Andrew shook his head, "And that man's strength really doesn't look like a little thief."

"Very strong?"

Professor McGonagall became interested, "In Hogsmeade? You didn't reveal your itinerary, did you?"

"I'm sorry, Professor," Andrew thought about it, "I seem to have told a lot of people."

"What about the other party? He ran away?"

"That's not true. After I subdued him, I asked the beater to take him away - but after I inquired about it, he seemed to be a bit oily. He didn't say his name or explain his purpose."

Andrew told it like it was.

"That's good. You go and deal with your access documents, then sign a theft investigation assignment to yourself, get a thank you letter for the striker, and send it to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement together with the above documents."

Professor McGonagall nodded, "No matter what his purpose is, theft and assault, the charges must be proven first."

Thank you letter?

Andrew was stunned for a moment - as soon as this letter came out, this incident became a typical example, and I'm afraid the punishment will be increased.

However, the worse it gets, the worse it gets. Whether the other party is really guilty of committing heinous crimes against students or has been bribed, he is worthy of this treatment.

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"Name."

"Mundungus Fletcher."

Mundungus, who was caught, answered honestly - Merlin's beard, he had just suffered heavy losses recently and wanted to make some money to regain his health, but it turned out that a dwarf wizard could fight so well!

At least a fifth-grade student looks like a second- or third-grade doll!

Just for that reaction, that casting speed, that magic intensity, it's not just a fifth grader, it's probably a sixth or seventh grade guy!

‘You deserve to be so short! ’

He cursed in his mind - today he was overturned and was blocked by a batter.

Even Arthur Weasley only withheld part of his goods. He easily escaped with Apparition, but today he completely overturned!

By the time the spell, which was either transfiguration or magic, was cast, he could no longer use Apparition!

Merlin's beard, a student actually mastered the spell to limit apparation!

'Fortunately, the other party ran away, otherwise today's matter would be really difficult to deal with. ’

"Answer the question honestly!"

The beater's rough shout came, but he dared not say a word of protest.

"Yes, yes, sir."

"Why attack students?"

"It's not an attack, it's not an attack. I just want to touch my wallet with a magic item. It's my first time to do such a thing, sir!"

He tried to sound sincere.

After all, he didn't tell too many lies - this was really his first time committing a crime this year.

He made a lot of money by smuggling some alchemy props, divination equipment, etc. years ago, but this time the goods were detained and the loss was a bit big. I have no choice but to go back to my old business.

"Do you think I'm a fool?"

"No, I was really unjust! I just wanted to get some galleons to fill my stomach. Even the students could notice my clumsiness. And I was the only one injured, sir..."

Mundungus began to complain - since the other party didn't dare to show up anyway, he could just make it up.

The interrogating striker was now very sure that there was not a word of truth in this guy's mouth, but the most he could do was give him a short-term detention.

Petty theft is not burglary, it won't end up in a courtroom, and it won't end up in Azkaban.

So the old fritter in front of me is confident - as for the last shipment, because he didn't catch it on the spot, this guy even dared to say that it was just a compliment in the past, which is really not easy to deal with.

Mundungus almost couldn't hold back his smile - he looked at the other person with a mixture of fake regret and fear.

He has figured out this kind of thing a long time ago, and he has never rolled over before.

If that dwarf senior hadn't been too ruthless today, nothing would have happened to him!

‘I have been detained for a few days. I didn’t even lose any goods this time, so there was no loss. Anyway, I won’t go to Azkaban. This kind of thing is so easy. ’

But a smiling beater ran up to him while he was pretending to be scared and handed him a letter.

He immediately felt something was wrong - because the two people opposite him laughed as they looked at it.

The look he was looking at was not right either. The original hatred and disgust turned into ecstasy, as if what the two of them were staring at was not themselves, but a pile of shining Galleons.

This look gave him a chill.

"you are done."

Mundungus heard the beater say in a cheery voice, "Yes, you're finished. No one can save you."

"Hogwarts sent a letter of thanks - they received reports of multiple thefts, sent a student over to assist in the investigation, and found you, and then with the help of Strikers, you were arrested."

Mundungus took a breath.

He's not a fool - no, he is one now.

There are all witnesses and evidence, and even cases that had nothing to do with him in the past were imputed to him - he is now the case of the striker's promotion in front of him, a model of friendly cooperation between the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts.

The worst thing happened, the dwarf was a prefect!

'It's over, I'm going to Azkaban...'

Such thoughts surfaced and then refused to go away.