This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

"Well, this, and this, the grades fluctuate a little... and then get a recommendation letter for exchange study."

Andrew looked at his results with satisfaction, then took out the school seal and stamped one for himself.

What happened at the end-of-term banquet was so amazing that he didn't think of the important thing at the moment until he left school-writing a transcript for himself and forging an invitation letter for holiday exchange.

'Actually, it's not a forgery. The person who wrote the document is real, and it has been approved by the professor. The seal is really outrageous. This is a completely real document. '

He looked at his results with satisfaction, sorted out the things on the table, locked the door, nodded and left with satisfaction-the professor went to watch the twins, and there was no one in the office.

'The twins haven't done anything for nearly half a semester, no wonder the professor wants to watch them on the day of leaving school-it will be fun to forge a train station...'

While thinking, he put away the documents he was going to hand in and walked towards the dormitory.

The next step is to leave school in an orderly manner with the box to enjoy the holiday-the books and textbooks borrowed during the holiday have been brought, and they are just waiting for the time to open the school gate.

At this moment, some careless students were not prepared. The corridor was in a mess, but the Ravenclaw students he met greeted him enthusiastically - whether he could remember their names or not.

Although he did not ask, Andrew probably understood what the others were thinking.

He spent too much time with Gryffindor students. Although he had some achievements in Transfiguration, it was just so-so.

But now it was different - he wrote a recognized spell paper under the guidance of the dean.

This was very Ravenclaw, certified by the dean, and he had made unique contributions in the field of knowledge - this was just right.

Whether it was expelling students or being unparalleled in Transfiguration, not having enough knowledge or being decent, there was only awe but no recognition, but now it was different. At first glance, the students of Ravenclaw were his own people.

So after thinking about this clearly, Andrew responded to the enthusiasm of his fellow deans in the same way - he didn't think there was anything wrong, this attitude was very Ravenclaw, wasn't it?

"Let's go, you're so slow that the class leader is here to urge us!"

When Andrew returned to the dormitory, the other roommates were already ready. "Why do you have something that looks like a transcript? Oh, damn, you forged the transcript? Why don't you give us one?"

"I don't dare to forge a transcript," Andrew stuffed the transcript into the suitcase. "Besides, my transcript doesn't need to be forged. It's just an insignificant preparation."

"That's right, why do you need to forge it?" Hal sighed. His grades were not excellent, but just barely passable. "Notice of prohibition of spellcasting, one for each person, yours is on the table."

"At least there are no failed subjects," Andrew glanced at the notice and stuffed it into the box. "Some transcripts are messy, it's just..."

He sighed, but soon realized that something was wrong.

Damn it, although this matter is probably spread, he can't provide it-fortunately, he didn't ask for details.

But Hal's eyes widened suddenly-but he knew that Andrew couldn't get any specific news, and it was Andrew's carelessness to hear a little hint.

"Help me carry the box, Bell, I'll go find out, see you on the train!"

"Okay, see you on the train!"

A group of people who were watching the excitement shouted loudly.

Andrew sighed and sat down, waiting for the prefect to call people.

I hope Hal can't find out anything, but it's probably impossible.

The first place is not without price - especially giving up other subjects to get the first place alone.

Ron Weasley, the first in the Charms class this year, got unprecedented good grades, but also welcomed the worst grades of three failed subjects.

Potions, History of Magic, Astronomy - all failed.

Especially History of Magic, D!

After seeing this, Professor McGonagall forgave Ron who only got a passing A in Transfiguration - at least Transfiguration passed.

This thing can't be hidden, it's estimated that Gryffindor has spread it.

If Ron hadn't gotten first place in the Charms class, he would have had to repeat his second year again - a warrior who failed three subjects at once. Professor McGonagall was about to post his transcript on the bulletin board.

'My mistake, although it is semi-public information, it still doesn't work. This time it's Durmstrang again. In addition to studying German, I have to put Occlumency on the agenda when I go back during the holidays. I'll read the materials first, and start practicing after asking the professor when I return to school...'

I'm a little sorry for Ron. Although the matter itself can't be covered up, it's not good to bring it to Ravenclaw.

'Let's get some German curses back from Durmstrang, just as compensation. I'll copy a copy and give it to him. That's it. Keep an eye on the train, at least don't let the other students look at me like they're protecting animals. I'm still a bit intimidating...'

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'Is it really necessary? '

Andrew listened to the occasional boasting voice coming from the next compartment and was troubled by his own judgment.

Ron Weasley was not sad at all about failing three subjects. He even had an argument with his brother in the box about his grades.

"At least I won't be beaten when I go back, and I passed Transfiguration. Although you two only failed three subjects in total, guess what your mother will do... huh?"

The noise came from next door, and everyone in Andrew's box had a blank expression on their faces - eating melon but eating winter melon, bland and tasteless!

"Add one more sentence," Hal said with some regret, "At least show off your first place, it's a good choice to see the twins suffer."

"How is it possible," Kevin raised his head, "Miss Granger is here too, that's the real first place, isn't it said that she's not in a good mood recently, how can Ron show off his first place here."

"That's right, good friends," Hal shook his head, "By the way, Andrew, this holiday, shall we go to Bell's house?"

"No," Andrew sighed, it was better at Hogwarts, he could ask for leave, but this time he was going on a business trip... The exit management was still very strict, he didn't have this right, "I can't go, you can only get together, remember to write to me."

"Oh... really, it's another year of regret, you won't have anything to do next year, right? No, how about going to my house for Christmas?"

Hal suddenly made a proposal.

"Okay, all go?"

"Of course, all go."

Hal nodded, "Just remember, you are not allowed to show off your grades to me!"

"Don't worry, don't worry!"

A group of people started to make a fuss.

The Hogwarts Express galloped by.