This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

Back at King's Cross Station, Andrew said goodbye to the rest of the students on the platform, then dragged the boxes and started shopping.

It’s great to give gifts back home if you buy them in London.

After all, snacks like chocolate frogs are really not suitable as gifts, and the Ministry of Magic will definitely not allow them.

‘Speaking of which, I’ve also become a card-lack party. I’m short of three cards…’

While he was thinking about it, he started shopping happily. After that, his work was very simple, shopping, taking a bus, and going back.

'It's been another year...I haven't come back from two vacations...'

He glanced at the rusty--Huh?

When was the gate replaced with a new one? The house has also been repainted, the floors have been hardened, and drainage has been improved.

what happened?

He hurried over with doubts, and was recognized at the door, "Ah, Taylor, you are on vacation, your school is real, there is not even a phone call."

"Yes, there are, but students don't need them, mama," Andrew smiled, "I'm just an ordinary student, and we don't have enough during Christmas holidays."

"At least the food is good," Aunt Lyanna looked at Andrew. "I have grown a lot taller and fatter. It seems that the food in your school is really good. How is your study?"

"I got first place in one subject I'm good at, and I'm passable in the other subjects."

Andrew generously took out the transcript from the box and handed it over.

"First in Chinese, and good in math, very good. Mrs. Camille will be happy. Your report card is good, unlike little Torres and the others. They came back yesterday, but they couldn't get out of bed today."

‘I knew I was prescient in getting the report card. ’

Andrew did not hide his gloating expression, "Then they really deserve it. Mrs. Camille never likes bad report cards. By the way, when was the courtyard renovated?"

"As Easter came this year, we received a large donation, which relieved a lot of our pressure. The family that adopted little Doerr got rich and thought it was good luck brought by Doerr, so they donated a donation. Big pen.”

Grandma smiled and said, "Their family treats Duer very well, and that bad boy also works very hard. He is currently in the second grade and his grades are very good."

What an unexpected donation - the money that Andrew can provide is limited, after all, most of them are not so compliant and can easily get hung up in the astronomy tower.

"That's great. After all, he is young and suitable." Andrew sincerely blessed him. "I'll clean the yard. Anyway, I won't be here at this meeting."

"Well, you go over there and get another broom. It's still early for lunch anyway, and your room was tidied up a few days ago - Mrs. Camille is still concerned."

The two of them were sweeping the floor while communicating about interesting things that had happened recently. They quickly finished their work, and then Andrew pulled the box inside to find Mrs. Camille.

She was still in great spirits, "It looks like it's a holiday, report card, Taylor."

"This way, ma'am."

Andrew handed it over.

"Good grades, Taylor," Mrs. Camille smiled, "But let's do some exercises first. Well, how about math? You're good at it."

'I knew it. ’

Andrew nodded happily - he could handle this thing without any further review, it was just junior high school mathematics.

But within about half an hour, he was stunned.

‘What does this proper noun mean? ’

‘What about this? ’

'Fortunately there are symbols, otherwise I would have been stunned...'

After being uncomfortable in the early stage, he successfully solved the paper in front of him - mathematics, if you don't know it, you don't know it, if you know it, you know it, and he can recognize it even if it's wearing a hat!

Mrs. Camille checked the paper once and nodded in approval, "Okay, it looks like you are a little nervous, but your grades are fine, kid."

"The hand is also the one holding the pen, but it's a little strange - didn't your teacher correct it?"

She asked doubtfully, "You must be lazy, but as long as your grades are okay and your letters are neat, your weird school still teaches some real things."

Pass.

Andrew felt relieved.

"Please wait a little longer for this vacation. Your professor can't keep holding on to your vacation."

"If you want to go out for exchange and study, professor, I have a letter of notification here."

Andrew handed it over with a bit of embarrassment.

"Germany?"

The professor looked at Andrew and said, "Is it the so-called EU integration? This is how the Duke family made their fortune, and your school also responded. Isn't that surprising..."

‘Integration? Sooner or later we will leave the EU, madam...'

Andrew complained in his heart, but he couldn't say such things to himself that could complete the lie.

"Well, it's a serious invitation, and so is the transcript. I'll keep it. You can take your luggage and go back to your room to rest. I've had the room cleaned. It should be fine to live in. Even the owl... well, I can at least catch it. Catching rats, conditions have improved recently, and rats have begun to visit.”

The conditions have indeed improved a lot. Rats were rarely seen here in the past...

Andrew nodded and said goodbye to Mrs. Camille, leaving the fidelity report card and starting to walk towards his small room.

"Let's go, Qiangwei. I'll let you fly around when I get back."

"Goooo!"

Rose made a cry of joy, which made Andrew regret it again - I should have let this guy fly back with the cage and owl food when I was in London. This time, he was dissatisfied with not flying!

Opening the door of the room, there was still the small table and a pile of messy books.

But the sheets and pillows were washed - this was good, and he couldn't ask for anything higher.

Opening the box, Andrew lifted the camouflage clothes, fumbled from the small bag at the bottom that had been expanded without a trace, opened the information on brain occlusion, and then gently touched the cover with the magic wand, turning it into a mathematics reference book.

'German in the morning, brain occlusion research in the afternoon. '

'Also, I have to get some real textbooks. I found this loophole when I came back, but one or two will be enough...'

'No need to study today, just distribute snacks and gifts first...'

That's about it?

He calculated, repacked the books, put the snacks on the table, and lay down on the bed.

'Take a day off, and then the snacks will be distributed by themselves. '

He thought happily.

Then there was a knock on the door.

"It's not locked, come in by yourself, and then distribute the candies and snacks."

He shouted towards the door - several children rushed in, happily thanked him, and ran away with snacks.

"Slow down, no one will snatch them from you!"

He shouted halfway up, then continued to lie down.

The door was carefully closed, but it revealed the laughter outside.

"That's great."

Andrew muttered, turned over, and changed to a more comfortable position.