Harry Potter: Man at Hogwarts but no wand

"Professor, am I in?" Andy knocked on the door, feeling extremely guilty.

"Come in, Andy!" Professor Stroup sounded a little angry. Andy cautiously slipped in from behind the door, carefully closed the door and stayed put against the wall.

Professor Sprout's office is in sharp contrast to Professor Snape's dark and damp Potions Museum. The warm sunlight always pours in through the round windows, and the warm orange walls and brick-and-wood structure The design is warm and simple, and the vibrant green plants are eye-catching. Even the floor-to-ceiling glass on the balcony is designed to become a small glass greenhouse.

The gray-haired witch was sitting behind the desk, blaming Andy with her black eyes.

"Professor, I was wrong!" No matter what, it is always better to admit your mistakes first when treating a lady.

Professor Stroup laughed angrily at him: "I really shouldn't let you, a troublemaker, become a Hufflepuff. Only the strict Professor McGonagall can control you."

"Sure enough, it was agreed upon by you!" Andy protested.

"Oh? Don't like the scones and mushroom tarts in your mouth? Are you planning to study music with Professor Waverly, or are you interested in transsexuality or potions?" Stroup watched as he slipped away to the tea table and stuffed it hard. Dessert Andy joked as he stuffed all three mini sandwiches into his mouth in one go.

"But it's not true." Andy swallowed the thing hard: "You still have a good temper. If you want Professor Waverly to deal with me every day, and I don't plan to live my life looking at Professor Snape's black face every day, he has to He praises me as a troll every day, and I want to go to Gryffindor."

"Oh, it seems that he failed the Transfiguration test again.

"No, Professor, it's Harry!"

"Oh, it seems you want to be with Harry."

"Yeah, yeah! Everyone is staring at him, no matter the good guys or the bad guys, aren't they, Professor? He is my brother, he only has me, right?"

"Good boy, no wonder you follow Harry around every day."

"But in all conscience I still like Hufflepuff."

"I think it's because of my stomach." The tea table next to him was already empty, and Andy smiled sheepishly.

"I heard that you are not close to your classmates in this college, and you are not particularly close to the people in your dormitory, either?"

Andy nodded apologetically. Professor Stroup was right. Ever since he came to this world, he seemed like he couldn't fit in.In his Muggle elementary school, he was only a casual acquaintance with his classmates. When he arrived at Hogwarts, it was like he was on a mission. He didn't know anyone except the protagonists and teachers.

"You can try to make friends in this hospital, such as roommates who are familiar with you and partners in experimental operations. Loyal companions are also a powerful help. Hufflepuff students are definitely reliable." The witch smiled softly.

yes!Hufflepuff has never had a dark wizard!Moreover, Andy's heart became clear. He felt that he was living life, not playing games and doing tasks. Why did he always use God's perspective as his life plan?

"Professor Sprout!" There was a knock on the door: "Professor Quirrell is looking for Mr. Lawrence. Is he here with you?"

Andy:! ! !

Splett saw Andy's worry: "Here at my place, let him find Mr. Lawrence later. I have something to tell him."

"Okay professor!" The person outside the door left in a hurry.

"Uh... thank you, Professor Stroup." Andy hesitated: "Um... can I ask you a question?"

"You're welcome kid, you can tell me." Sprout walked from the writing desk to the tea table and poured himself a cup of fragrant black tea with a smile.

"Well... I met centaurs from the Forbidden Forest. They said there was a prophecy about me... It didn't seem very good."

"No, maybe they got the wrong person." Professor Stroup handed him a cup of tea: "After all, few of Professor Trelawney's predictions are accurate, right? Oh! Don't tell her." She said playfully He blinked: "This is a little secret between us."

The two chatted for a while, and when Andy left the office, he met a Gryffindor student. He said that Professor McGonagall was looking for him, and he hurried to the vice-principal's office.

"Come in, Mr. Lawrence." Professor McGonagall raised her glasses and walked out from behind the desk: "Mr. Lawrence, your recent transsexual test was really unsatisfactory."

"Yes, Professor McGonagall." Andy stood aside honestly.

"It seems I can't do it without giving you some tutoring. Come on Lawrence, cheer up."

"Good professor."

"Let's practice turning this plate into a cup today. Depending on your grades, you may not be able to turn things into living things. You have to work harder."

"Professor McGonagall! Are you there?" There was another knock on the door: "Is Mr. Lawrence at your place? Professor Quirrell asked me to tell him to remember to find him after I finish my stay here."

"Okay, thank you Mr. Creevey. Come on, Mr. Lawrence, let's continue."

When Andy finally turned the plate into a glass goblet, Professor McGonagall finally let him go.The snacks he had eaten in the morning had been digested, and Andy, who was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, crazily stuffed meat into his mouth as soon as he sat at the dining table.

"Eat slowly, you will choke yourself!" Hermione didn't even look at him as he devoured it.

"I don't know what happened. Professor Quirrell came to look for you all over the school today. He asked me twice." Harry was a little worried: "Have you provoked him?"

"With his trembling look, he doesn't seem to be as difficult to deal with as Malfoy." Ron imitated Quirrell in a funny way, making the three of them laugh.

"Mr. Potter."

Both Potters looked up at the same time, Snape!Harry heard what happened last night and subconsciously stood in front of Andy.

"My name is Mr. Andy Potter, Mr. Harry Potter." Snape was a little impatient.

Look, it’s embarrassing if you don’t listen to me calling you Lawrence.

"Bring your sandwich to my office."

Oh my god, come on, what are the professors doing today? !Is this Sunday okay?Wouldn’t it be nice for everyone to take a break? !

Andy quickly packed two bags of sandwiches and chicken drumsticks, and the four of them discerned whether Snape was really his Potions teacher when he looked at him as if he was mentally retarded.

"Come on!!!"

"Okay, okay, okay, don't lose your temper." Andy quickly followed him, waving goodbye to Audio-Technica as he walked, and then suffered another afternoon of torture.During this period, Quirrell asked someone to knock on the door again, but Snape simply pretended not to hear and ignored him.

As a result, Andy finally came out, but was intercepted by Professor Waverly. He said that Professor Dumbledore asked him to quickly help Andy improve the success rate of wandless casting according to Principal Wagado's method, so as to save time and energy every day. Not working.

So Andy, who had been tortured all day, waited until everyone was almost gone before he came to the cafeteria for dinner.All that was left on the table was pie, slices of ham and some leftover English stew.

"Lao...Mr. Lawrence...Mr."

Merlin!I've just finished eating!

wrong!It's Quirrell.There's absolutely nothing wrong with him looking for me!

"Professor Quirrell." Andy smiled strangely when he saw him standing next to him.

"But... I've waited for you. I, I, I... have been looking for you all afternoon." Andy's hair stood on end. He thought Quirrell's expression was quite scary.

"I'm sorry, Professor, I didn't expect that I wasted your time. What do you want from me?"

"Hey hey hey." Quirrell's expression became even weirder: "Let's go... let's go, follow me..."

"Sorry Professor Quirrell, Mr. Lawrence has an appointment. We agreed yesterday to discuss the squid language together, right, Andy?" Andy was just thinking about how to escape when Dumbledore came over and interrupted him. .

"Okay...okay, principal, I'll...see Mr. Lawrence another day." Quirrell smiled awkwardly and quickly turned around to face Dumbledore.

Andy felt a sting in his head, shook his head and hurried away with Dumbledore.As a result, it was already eight o'clock in the evening, and I was forced to take an intensive squid class.

Before the curfew, Dumbledore proposed to go back to the Hufflepuff common room with him, saying that he would go to the kitchen to drink a cup of hot cocoa before going to bed. The two of them chatted while walking, and he kept asking Andy to enter the common room. , then turned around and entered the corridor leading to the kitchen.

In the shadows of the corridor on the other side of the Hufflepuff lounge, a black figure gritted his teeth righteously.