Hogwarts: This Wizard Is Not Scientific

Chapter 187: A Born Evil Little Witch

Shivering.

Andy was very glad that Hermione was not interested in curse-like magic, otherwise he might have died.

What a born evil little witch!

Who would curse her man to go to Azkaban?

"If that's the case, Hermione...you have to work harder!" Andy said nonchalantly.

Hermione was stunned, "What am I working hard for?"

"To become Minister of Magic, of course."

Andy said with a smile: "Think about it, if you become the Minister of Magic, even if I really committed an unforgivable crime, you can still get me out...right?"

Hermione gasped.

So my role as Minister of Magic is to rescue you when you commit a crime?

You have a beautiful thought!

"If I become Minister of Magic, the first thing I will do is put you in Azkaban." The little witch sneered.

Ah this...

"Stop it! We are good friends." Andy started to get closer.

"Hmph!" The little witch didn't even look at Andy. She turned her head and started to eat wholeheartedly.

Andy sighed, the road ahead is difficult!

……

I must do what I say, this is my way of ninja... Ugh! This is my way of magic!

At 9:50 that evening, Andy pushed open the door of the boys' dormitory and looked into the common room.

Sure enough there was no one.

After tidying up his clothes, Andy found a sofa to sit down and waited patiently for Hermione to arrive.

Having known Hermione for so long, Andy knew her quite well.

Even though the little witch always says that she is a good student, she is never vague when it comes to breaking the law.

Even if you show disdain on your face, you will still feel excited inside.

Very courageous.

No wonder Hermione in the original book went into Gryffindor!

As for now...

Andy felt that the reason why Hermione followed him into Ravenclaw was probably because she felt that she could get along well with him.

After all, given the little witch's personality, it was actually difficult for her to make friends. Plus, she had just entered the magic world and was confused about everything here...

It's not like she's good at pretending like Andy is.

Forget it, it’s useless to think too much.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Hermione carefully pushed open the door of the girls' dormitory and glanced into the lounge through the crack.

Seeing that Andy was the only one in the lounge, the little witch immediately became bolder.

She walked out openly, looked at Andy with disdain, squinted her eyes and snorted: "As soon as I see you like this, I know you are a habitual offender."

Andy shrugged and pulled the Marauder's Map from his pocket.

"I solemnly swear that I have done nothing wrong!"

Hermione came over immediately, and when the Marauder's Map was fully opened, the little witch immediately looked towards the headmaster's office.

"Why is Professor Dumbledore hanging around the office every day?" Hermione complained.

"You have to understand our principal."

Andy excused Dumbledore: "After all, the old headmaster is over a hundred years old. It's good for his health to exercise."

Hermione rolled her eyes, and then looked towards Snape's office, "Isn't Professor Snape resting yet so late?"

Andy said, "Snape slept very late. I guess he was brewing potions?"

"Brewing potions?"

Hermione was surprised and said, "Professor Snape brews potions every day? It must be a very advanced potion! Did you see what it was when you went to his office?"

Andy was stunned...Yes!

Given Snape's level, it was impossible for him to brew ordinary potions every night.

If it's a high-level potion...

Could that be for what's next?

Andy glanced at Hermione, who happened to be looking over there as well.

The two obviously thought of going together.

"Let's leave him alone."

Andy said: "As long as Dumbledore still trusts Snape, we don't have to worry."

It sounds strange.

Dumbledore seems to have a special charm.

No matter you hate him or like him, you can always trust him.

The reason why Andy dared to act like this... is actually because he trusted Dumbledore.

After all, I am his student.

When Voldemort was a student, he killed a man in the castle.

But as long as there is no evidence, even if Dumbledore suspects him, he won't really do anything.

Dumbledore was such a person.

Andy also has mixed feelings about him.

Hate it? Definitely not! But I definitely don’t like it either.

Hermione nodded, she obviously didn't want to get involved in Snape's affairs.

What's more, it is related to Voldemort.

"let's go!"

Andy put away the Marauder's Map and walked towards the Room of Requirement with Hermione.

"What kind of room are you going to get tonight?"

"A room where we can have sex?"

"Is it... a bit bad?"

In the corridor, Andy began to have wild thoughts.

"This is it."

Walking to the troll tapestry, Andy pointed to the wall opposite the tapestry and introduced: "If you want to open the Room of Requirement, you have to pass by here three times and think of the room you need."

As Andy said this, he pulled Hermione and started trying.

"I need a room where I can brew potions."

After walking back and forth three times, the door to the Room of Requirement appeared on the wall.

"How magical! Is this the Room of Requirement?" Hermione exclaimed.

Andy nodded, it was indeed amazing.

The Room of Requirement... perhaps this is something that Muggle technology will never be able to do.

Andy pushed the door open.

The furnishings in the room were exactly the same as the last time I came, and the pot of truth serum that Andy had brewed was also there intact.

Andy went over to check it out.

no problem.

"Is this truth serum?"

Hermione hesitated, "Do you really want to do that? Andy, if you're caught, you'll be expelled and possibly sent to Azkaban."

"Do you know why my patronus is a cat?" Andy suddenly asked.

"Why?" Hermione was stunned.

Andy blinked and smiled, "Because cats have nine lives."

"Where is that? I've never heard of it." Hermione rolled her eyes.

Of course it's from the past life, Andy thought.

"correct!"

Speaking of the Patronus Charm, Hermione's whole body stood up, "Andy, what do you think, can we make the Room of Requirement transform into a room to practice the Patronus Charm?"

After all, Andy also practiced the Fire Curse here.

Hermione had always wanted to learn the Patronus Charm after seeing Andy's fat cat Patronus.

After all, witches and cats are a perfect match!

It's just that Hermione couldn't practice magic during the summer vacation, so it was delayed.

"We can try!" said Andy.

After exiting the Room of Requirement and waiting for the door to disappear, Andy and Hermione summoned the door of the Room of Requirement again.

"I need a room to practice the Patronus Charm."

open the door.

The empty room was similar to the one where Andy practiced the Fiery Curse last night.

The difference is that in the very center of the room, there is a box more than one meter high.

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"Here?"

Hermione blinked, "What is that box for? How am I supposed to practice?"

Andy had already guessed, "Maybe there's a Dementor in the box, or maybe a Voldemort. After all, the basic function of the Patronus Charm is to expel them."

"Hmm... maybe it's Voldemort! After all, Dementors are a specialty of Azkaban."

"Okay!" Hermione drew her wand.

Andy also drew out his wand and said, "Hermione, are you ready? I'm going to open the box. Remember, recall the happiest things."

Seeing Hermione nod, Andy raised his wand and flicked it lightly.

Click!

The box was opened and a Dementor came out.

It was wearing a cloak, and its whole body seemed to be soaked in water, with scabbed palms, and its whole body was a little rotten.

The face beneath the cloak was featureless, and where the mouth should have been was a horrible hole.

Really against humanity!

This was also Andy's first time seeing a Dementor, and to be honest... it was pretty average.

Although it looks a little disgusting, when it appears, it is not as scary as described in the book.

At least it had a limited effect on Andy.

Hermione was obviously stunned, she stood there in a daze, as if she had forgotten what she should do.