Every Ravenclaw Is the Protagonist of Their Own Story

The closer one got to the Ministry of Magic, the crazier people became...

After leaving the gathering, that sentence suddenly surfaced in Andrew's mind.

But when he tried to dismiss it with a smile, he found that it actually made a certain amount of sense.

Even the Minister of Magic was proving it true. If that Minister still had a functioning brain, how could he have thought of falling out with Dumbledore...?

I won't be able to get out of this anytime soon... unless they decide I'm not good enough and eliminate me.

He did not even need to ask to know how this school club had come about—Ravenclaws who entered the Ministry of Magic had begun huddling together for mutual support. Then, eager for fresh blood, they dropped hints when interacting with school interns. Upper-year students who already had plans for the future naturally gathered together under the lure of such information.

After that, it became even simpler. Once the upper-year students had banded together, they began drawing in students from lower years. To expand their influence, they broadened the club's reach to the entire House. Under slogans about how Ravenclaws should stick together in the Ministry of Magic, it became cohesive and was passed down generation after generation.

In short, the Ravenclaws clustering together within the Ministry of Magic gave rise to the school club, while each generation of Ravenclaws from the club who joined the Ministry in turn fed back into the small group there. Under such circumstances, even the Minister of Magic might not be able to break them apart. This was an interest chain even sturdier than the one on the Slytherin side.

Fortunately, there were not many of them, and they were almost entirely nonaggressive. After just one regular meeting, Andrew knew that even this club was a complete mess inside.

I just need to show up on time. Don't be enthusiastic, don't oppose anything.

Andrew had no intention of stirring up a cesspit. If he actually offered criticism, it would not solve the problem. These classmates would genuinely solve the person who raised the criticism.

There really aren't any outrageously stupid people in my House. But worse than that, nobody is completely convinced by anyone else, and everyone plans to follow their own ideas...

But that's also why House clubs are the most stubborn—because the people at the top share ideals they insist on...

Andrew shook his head and began searching for an empty classroom. He currently needed a great deal of Transfiguration practice to become proficient with his technique, then use those experiments to refine the paper he was going to submit to Professor McGonagall.

"We'll get to see that Harry Potter tonight—that's not an easy thing. For us first-years, this is the only class we share with Gryffindor."

At the dinner table, Andrew, who had been busy all afternoon, had finally been able to lean back comfortably in his chair and rest for a while. Then his roommate Hal suddenly brought up the topic.

It quickly drew everyone's attention.

"That's true, but I heard Potter's grades aren't very good."

"So it seems. I heard that Potions professor docked two points from him. Clearly, that professor intends to use him as this year's target."

"There are Gryffindors like that every year. He's only a little more special this time. But have you heard? Gryffindor has an impressive one this year."

"Oh, Miss Granger? I heard about her today when I went to the professors' offices. Every teacher who has taught her has been full of praise."

"Yes, I heard that too. She rushed to the library on the first day of school and borrowed a whole pile of books. So far, every subject is one of her strengths."

"That's incredible... though it's still too early to say. If she hasn't performed poorly in anything by Friday, she'll probably have first place in the year locked down."

"No way," a second-year beside them joined the conversation. "Are we going to lose first place to your year again?"

"Hard to say, but that's what it looks like so far."

Hal scooped himself a large spoonful of mashed potatoes. "At the very least, I haven't seen anyone who can suppress Miss Granger."

"All right..."

The second-year shook his head. "We're used to it... We're always used to losing first place."

Although everyone had prepared themselves mentally, quite a few first-years still wanted to see Miss Granger for themselves. They had not intended to let Harry off either, but the title of top student in the year was no less alluring to Ravenclaws.

But after reaching the Astronomy Tower, everyone gave up on the idea.

The late-summer breeze was wonderfully pleasant, but there was one thing most people had not considered before arriving.

To give everyone a better view, there were almost no light sources near the tower. Even Professor Aurora Sinistra only used Lumos to let everyone know where she was. Once she had confirmed that everyone had arrived, the light was extinguished.

Simply put, unless someone was nearby, one could barely make out their outline. From slightly farther away, it was impossible to tell male from female.

More precisely, the only thing in the entire area that could be called a light source was the astronomy instrument faintly glowing as it simulated the movement of the starry sky...

Throughout the evening, Professor Aurora Sinistra explained various facts about stars, planets, and constellations, while all the students observed the heavens through telescopes at her direction.

The class was unusually harmonious. There was not even a single quarrel between Gryffindor and Slytherin—there was no helping it; nobody could see each other.

Although Andrew had always wondered what Astronomy had to do with magic, he still successfully reacquainted himself with those stars during class and committed them to memory.

After class, although the Astronomy professor had not awarded points to any House and the students' wish to see Harry Potter had gone unfulfilled, everyone swiftly voted her one of their favorite professors.

There was no other reason—the class had almost no homework!

After class, Ravenclaw students returned to their common room ahead of the other Houses for once, then eagerly began gossiping—especially those who had been close to Gryffindor.

But there was no conclusion. There had been no opportunity to show off in that class; they could barely even see their own Housemates.

And the upper-years cheerfully added that Astronomy did not take attendance. If one could memorize the star charts without the professor's help, one could even pass the exams perfectly, including the OWLs.

How could the Wizarding world have such an unmagical class...?

Andrew had thought the older students were about to reveal some exam secret, but after hearing their addition, that was all he could think. In theory, unless a wizard showed off by knocking a star out of the sky, there would not be any major deviations in this class.

Why not have Dum—ah, Gryffindor cast a spell and knock down a star... If I write a few more stories, I can just buy an astrolabe. If I can look at star charts regularly for this class, getting high marks should be a sure thing.

Andrew even felt a tiny bit ashamed, but it quickly faded.