This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 544 The Best Nutritionist in Hogwarts
"So, one of them is Gryffindor and the other is Ravenclaw?"

Andrew asked the dean without stopping the knife and fork in his hand - he could finally eat in peace, and then deal with Fudge after eating, and this time the matter would be resolved.

"That's right, but they are all my students," Professor Flitwick nodded, "But Alice is in much better condition than Frank. Although she has lost a lot of memories from her school days, she still has memories of her children."

"That's not my area of ​​knowledge. Love and rituals are too advanced for me, professor."

Andrew spread his hands and chose to give up directly - ancient spells, ancient magic and the like, although they are classified as spells, but because so many of them have been lost, the threshold is terribly high. He does not have the confidence that he can complete it in a short time.

Andrew didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the professor glared at him, but quickly looked away.

"Let's not talk about anything else, let's get back to the treatment - I have to go back and discuss with Minerva to see if we can have them return to Hogwarts for treatment and consolidate the memories that have been implanted."

"Solidify the memory..." Andrew thought for a moment, "Well, it seems like that. After all, part of it is infused in dreams, and it is very helpful to connect it with campus life, but as for the treatment conditions on campus..."

"Madam Pomfrey is the best recovery therapist," the dean looked at Andrew in surprise, "You didn't know?"

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Andrew was stunned. It was the first time he heard the headmaster evaluate Madam Pomfrey in this way.

Although he highly recognized Madam Pomfrey's healing ability, no matter how he calculated it, the school doctor and the doctors at St. Goman's did not seem to be on the same level...

'Damn it, stereotypes got me.'

"Hogwarts is the only magic school in the UK. It has the best professors and the school doctor should be the best in the entire wizarding world..."

"Even considering the abilities of Hogwarts students when they are injured, she should be the best recovery therapist. What am I thinking..."

"That is indeed the case. Madam Pomfrey's treatment is impeccable."

Andrew nodded quickly, agreeing with the dean's point of view.

"That is to say, if she could recover from Sirius's condition, Frank and the others would probably be no problem - although they looked younger after regaining their strength, natural recovery cannot compare to Madam Pomfrey's meticulous treatment."

The dean was in an unusually good mood at the moment. "It's a good opportunity to let Frank get used to it. The children are already that old, so they can't be so childish. It also allows them to avoid the mess outside. Fudge insisted on taking all the news. They are not suitable for receiving too much attention now."

There is no doubt about this - because the memories of the two are still in a chaotic state, with large gaps in between, and they need time to adjust, rather than standing in the spotlight all of a sudden to receive the cheers and shouts that should belong to them. The latter is really too bad for treatment.

Andrew nodded, indicating that he agreed with the dean's opinion.

"That's it, let's go over and take a photo. We'll be ready to take everyone back. There's so much going on at St. Mungo's..."

Professor Flitwick nodded, and the two of them went out and had a brief and meaningless conversation with Fudge.

The harvest was good. Professor Andrew and Professor Flitwick both received additional donations for their experiments, and they also took away two Aurors who needed to be recovered, as well as blessings and praise.

Of course, Neville and Professor McGonagall who brought him also returned with them - it was not until then that Andrew finally realized what he had overlooked.

The surname Longbottom is Neville's surname...

This really made him panic - the previous commendations were fine, after all, they were from the collective to the individual, but now Neville's eyes really made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Thinking of this, he slowed down his pace and fell behind a little. "Neville."

After making sure that the professors in front couldn't hear him, he whispered something.

"Ah... Andrew... I..."

Neville seemed to be stuttering.

"Although I have no plans to find a Christmas dance partner at the moment, if necessary, I hope it will be a lovely witch." Andrew patted Neville's shoulder and raised his eyebrows. "So for the sake of our reputation, please don't stare at me with strange eyes. You don't want the two of us unlucky guys to not be able to find a dance partner for the dance, do you?"

"No, I just..."

Neville looked unusually anxious.

"Don't worry, I'm just doing odd jobs for the dean. You know I'm a genius in Transfiguration, and my level of spells is just barely good enough to be the first in the grade," Andrew sold the dean out directly.

"It's mainly the dean's credit. I just put in some effort. From my point of view, the dean must be counting on you to study spells well. Why don't we set a higher goal -" Andrew nodded, "Just treat it as a surprise for the dean. Granger won't take the exam this school year anyway, how about you take first place?"

"I?"

Such an outrageous request obviously broke through Neville's thinking limit. Coupled with Andrew's previous excuses, he has now returned to normal.

"Of course, of course you can."

Andrew said earnestly, "The dean has made such an important contribution. It's not too much for you to repay him by getting the first place!"

"Yeah...I will, I'm sure I can!"

Neville's eyes became firm and his speech became extremely normal.

Very good, it's your duty to thank the teacher, just don't look at me like that.

"By the way, you..." Neville looked at Andrew, "that dance partner, actually I know that many senior girls in our college are privately looking forward to being invited by you..."

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Which way did you take me again?
"No need," Andrew nodded, "I may not attend the dance."

"Not going to the dance?"

Neville looked at Andrew with surprise in his eyes, "But, that's the rule."

"I don't need any dances if I want to." Andrew lowered his voice to prevent the front from listening. After all, he planned to make his point when Christmas came. "As for the rules, I've skipped so many classes, so the rules are just like that."

Who stipulated that underage wizards can be referees? He is just sitting there, and no one says no.

It was just a dance, and he hadn't found a suitable dance partner, so what if he just skipped the dance?

Of course, he wouldn't mind if there was a suitable dance partner, but isn't this forcing him to do something now?

Really, underage wizards are not allowed to act as they please!
(End of this chapter)