Harry Potter: Man at Hogwarts but no wand

Andy sat down at the Gryffindor table to eat politely the next morning. He felt that the plot was terrible. Although he was not a time travel expert, he was familiar with the plot. I've been playing around for a while, but there's no system or anything.

"Forget it if you don't have a system. At least you can master all the magic spells. Forget it if you don't know all the magic spells. You can also be a potion master. You can't be a potion master. You have unlimited blue. If you are blue, just be blue. It's a wand. Not to me either!”

This is not right.

Justin, who was pulled over next to him, was immersed in cooking - he was terribly embarrassed. He saw Andy muttering to himself and slicing sausages ferociously at the other college's long table, and felt nagging.

But he was used to it, and Justin felt much more relaxed when he thought about it. This roommate sleeps with a super realistic spider toy in his arms from time to time. Who in the right mind likes this (actually it is Babu).

"You...Hello, Mr. Laurence, I heard that you...you were attacked...by centaurs yesterday. Fortunately, you were...all right." Quirrell changed his voice again. Wearing a purple turban, he looked pale and a lot thinner than he had been a while ago.

"Thank you Professor Quirrell, but my name is Lawrence, not Laura Lawrence."

"Hey Andy! Don't be so rude." Justin nudged him with his elbow.

"No...it's okay." Quirrell smiled awkwardly: "It's okay if you're not...it's okay."

The weasel wishes the chicken a new year.

"Professor Quirrell!" the trio came, greeting them affectionately, and Harry even smiled at him in support.

"Hello...you guys." Quirrell answered weakly and staggered away.

"I bet Snape must have threatened him again." Ron looked angrily: "Look at Professor Quirrell who is about to collapse."

"You guessed it, last time I passed by the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Snape was threatening him." Harry became worried: "The old bat seems to have figured out how to crack it. I saw Professor Quirrell sobbing. And walked out."

"It's not that easy. After all, he doesn't dare to openly use spells to hurt Quirrell at school, right?" Hermione added.

"Just think about it. I have to go to class. I still advise you to stay away from Quirrell." Andy reluctantly pulled Justin away from the dining table: "To be fair, you should stay away from the Philosopher's Stone. Do you doubt Snape? If he was really short of money, why didn't he sell potions?"

Even if he didn't know the plot, Andy really wasn't worried about whether the Sorcerer's Stone would be stolen. Dumbledore didn't seem to have considered it - even if he gave the Sorcerer's Stone to Voldemort, would he be able to make an elixir?

But the three people misunderstood this sentence. They thought, could it be that Snape was not thinking about gold, but immortality?

After class, Andy ran to Hagrid to go there. Since Dumbledore explicitly prohibited him from entering the Forbidden Forest, he had to go to the hunting ground for recreation.

"Hey! Hagrid, how are you today, Norbert?" Andy opened the door and walked in. Hagrid was baking a small cake with pink cream and raspberry jam on it.

"The little guy is so good at eating - I brought him a box of dead mice today, which is just enough to fill his stomach."

"You have to teach it how to hunt." Andy picked it up and licked a big mouthful of cream. To be honest, Hagrid's cake baking skills are very particular, at least he can bite it.

"He is too small, even Babu is bigger than him, and..." He paused: "Fortunately, Dumbledore forbids you from going to the Forbidden Forest. It's too dangerous."

He lowered his voice, leaned closer to Andy and said: "The people sent by the Ministry of Magic to investigate found traces of the Unforgivable Curse... Oh, don't tell others what I revealed to you. It's too scary. The centaurs said it might be mysterious. ...Oh, you can’t say this.”

"Oh, you heard the centaurs talking nonsense." Andy pretended not to care: "Aragog always said those stupid horses talked nonsense."

"The centaurs' horoscopes are still very reliable, although they never speak clearly - they reminded me to be careful about Sirius two days ago." Hagrid was a little confused by the centaurs' advice.

"But pull him down, Sirius has been in there a long time ago, and he has been locked up for ten years." Andy drank the black tea in one breath and said disdainfully, then he thought to himself, is there going to be another change in the plot?

"Who knows? Do you want to see my new fire crab?"

"Fire crab? Where did you get it? Leave a shell for me when you molt!"

The two happily fed the crabs together, and Andy quickly returned to the castle for his afternoon class. This crab looks like a big turtle, with its shell studded with jewels. It is an excellent material to replace the crucible. .

During dinner, Andy saw that Quirrell was extremely happy, and even drank a lot of table wine. He became very excited when talking to Flitwick, and even his face, which was still pale in the morning, turned red.

Quirrell caught his gaze and raised his glass to him. Andy returned the favor with pumpkin juice, and Quirrell smiled brightly at him.

At this time, Harry, the troublemaker, and his accomplices came to Hufflepuff's long table and tried to drag Andy to the Gryffindor lounge.Andy had no choice but to follow. Before leaving, he whispered a few words to Justin and secretly stuffed a note into Justin's robe pocket.

The four people came to the lounge in a hurry, and Andy put on the invisibility cloak and sat in the corner.

"Did you know? Today Snape was taken away by Aurors from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement." Hermione said happily.

"What?" Andy was shocked. No wonder Quirrell was so proud.

"We don't have to be afraid now." Harry was sincerely happy that he and his brother were "out of danger."

"I also heard that Professor Quirrell reported that Snape threatened him, and said that he wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone for the mysterious man! Snape has been controlled." Ron was very proud that he had first-hand information: " My father works for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."

"Didn't... put him in... Azkaban."

"Not yet." Ron was disappointed, and Harry wanted to lock him in quickly.

Andy wondered if Quirrell in the original novel was so smart and learned how to frame him?In turn, he comforted himself that it was not a plot failure. After all, he was a Ravenclaw - smart, smart, smart.

After chatting for a few words, Andy left with a lot of worries. While thinking about how to bring back the collapsed plot, he was also thinking about how to find Colonel Deng to save Snape.

He was walking back to the dormitory in a trance, and almost bumped into someone. When he looked up, he was shocked - Quirrell was looking at him with a smile.