Chapter 53 The reason why you can’t report the news to Snape
"nice shot!"
A wonderful goal by the Gryffindor team caused a burst of violent cheers from Ravenclaw, who was technically a neutral faction - this made Andrew suddenly no longer feel guilty for supporting Gryffindor.
But it's not surprising that Ravenclaw shows such a tendency - even from the perspective of someone like Andrew who is not well versed in the rules of Quidditch, Slytherin's game is a bit dirty.
With unscrupulous fouls and almost-injurious collisions, this style of play perfectly fits the stereotype of Slytherin that others have.
'But, to be honest, the Gryffindor commentator named Jordan is really brave enough. Professor McGonagall still dares to joke like this even though Professor McGonagall is on the sidelines - but I suspect that Professor McGonagall is letting it slip...'
Because of the jokes made by the commentators, Andrew watched the game with great interest.
However, the commentator soon brought everyone's attention to the Seeker, "It's the Snitch!!!"
How long has it been since this started?
Andrew complained a little and then focused his attention on the seekers on both sides - but something beyond his expectation happened, Gryffindor's seeker Harry Potter lost control of his broom.
'out of control? I seem to have an impression...ah...'
He couldn't remember the details, but there was no need to think too much - Professor McGonagall was still on the field, and the brand new broom was out of control, so there was only one possibility.
No nose...
No, it's a mysterious person...
The mysterious man who pressures almost the entire wizarding world, only he has the strength to do such a thing in front of Professor McGonagall - but Andrew doesn't understand.
Why?
In full view of everyone, with Professor McGonagall present, expecting to cast a spell on a broomstick that would cause Harry Potter to fall to his death?
Are you kidding me...what's the point of this other than exposing yourself?
Only a madman would make such a choice - to gamble on something with a very low probability while half-exposing himself...
'Isn't he really crazy...'
Andrew's face looked a little bad - he thought that the first grade was not that dangerous and was the best time to improve himself. That's why he gave up almost all his homework and the friends he should have had fun with in first grade, and joined a club that seemed to be linked to the Ministry of Magic.
But now, there are a lot of crazy people in the club, and even the so-called safe period doesn't seem so reliable anymore.
He didn't know why this mysterious man was so crazy that he wanted to perform an impossible execution in front of so many people. Who could guarantee that he wouldn't go crazy and attack the students next time - especially Andrew and the others who were also killed by this mysterious man? Teaching, the number of unlucky students next time may not be the same...
'Can't look over there...can't attract that person's attention...'
Andrew didn't even have the intention of pulling out his wand and doing something - Professor McGonagall was more than capable of dealing with this, but if he was spotted for being pushy, that mysterious man would never be merciful.
'Damn... Although this is not a desperate situation, this feeling...'
He clenched his left hand, trying not to let his eyes fall on Harry, 'It's really uncomfortable to see someone being harmed but not being able to help at all...'
"Huh...huh..." After taking several deep breaths without exposing himself, Andrew was finally able to control his emotions.
While he was adjusting his emotions, Harry had been saved from the chaos - the wand taken out by Professor McGonagall was withdrawn, and Harry regained control of the broom without her even having to take action.
‘What’s going on? ’
Before Andrew had any idea, the roommate next to him had already smiled and pulled him towards the auditorium on the Slytherin side - Professor Snape's clothes were on fire, and he was limping and hurriedly trying to save the fire.
‘It’s him, how could it be—no, it’s him. ’
Andrew easily found Quirrell, who didn't look quite right. He was still wearing his thick scarf and looked funny and didn't know what to do.
He was very close to Professor Snape's position - apparently, the person who had just set Professor Snape's robes on fire interrupted the spell at the same time...
'The reporting process must be accelerated. I will write anonymously after this regular meeting...'
Allowing such a lunatic to continue to stay on campus is irresponsible for his own life. Andrew can't believe that something will never change - judging from what happened today, after he chatted with that classmate, the other person's homework was compromised. Any problem can trigger this lunatic's anger, and then what if he kills all the first-year students in anger and then leaves?
'Also, if possible, sending a letter to Professor Snape is also very effective - but it is even harder to forge a letter to the other party...'
Andrew is not a rookie who knows nothing. He may be seen writing a letter to Professor McGonagall pretending to be a supplier. Professor Snape - if he were to put himself in Snape's shoes, he would accept strangers. letter?
Are you kidding me? In every grade he taught, except for Slytherin who respected his own dean, the other houses had someone who was scolded. Anonymous letters could send out shouting letters. Who can open anonymous letters?
Don't even think about stuffing makeup through the office door - you can deceive the portrait, but you can't deceive the office's protective mechanism. Professor Snape caught the students at night and caught the students in love. If you can stuff it into the envelope, there may be a lot of people in his office. What magical creature...
Andrew has heard of people who put wooden sticks and iron nails in the homeroom teacher's door lock, people who deflated the teacher's valve core, people who stole tram batteries, people who put strong glue on accelerator pedals, people who secretly took photos of illegal parking and reported them, people who stuffed cockroaches into the teacher's office, and they graduated. At that time, the dean was given a beating by stuffing a sack into a urinal, beating a person who stuffed a squat toilet, and beating a person who locked the empty classroom...
'Forget it...I definitely won't receive it. After all, I'm not a new professor with this kind of behavior. I'll just imitate the supplier's letter...'
Considering that the student Professor Snape was dealing with was still a master of magic, he brushed off his own whims.
'Transfiguration must continue to improve strength. Improving yourself is necessary, but looking for places to escape, looking for magic spells to hide yourself, and finding ways to skip classes must be put on the agenda...'
Yes, skipping class - if he felt like the bomb was going to explode, Andrew would skip class and report it immediately with his real name.
Anyway, he had already learned the spell of extracting memories from the Occlumency-related spells given by the club, and as long as he kept the idea of searching for the extracted memories and exposed the idea of writing a book - total closure was impossible, But he still has no pressure if he sticks to it.
And exposing the book can still cover up the deletion and modification of memories.
It's just too dangerous, and there's a high chance that it will have to be hung on the astronomical tower.
'I hope it won't be so...'
As the Gryffindors celebrated their victory, Andrew left worriedly.
(End of chapter)