Harry Potter: Man at Hogwarts but no wand

Andy took it and drank it in one gulp. It was not as bad as expected, but it was strange. The taste was very light, like a burst of smoke drifting into his throat. "What's this?"

"Perhaps Mr. Potter should first determine what it is before drinking what is handed to him, so as not to know how he died." Snape spoke very slowly, and Andy realized that his complexion was extremely bad. His originally sallow face was now a little bluish, and his dull eyes looked like they were wearing smoky makeup.

"Didn't you hand this to me? By the way...do you want to apply for a change of office? It's not good for your health to be cold and humid all year round. And judging from your complexion, stay up less late..."

"This is a potion that separates non-body souls. I'm still trying." Snape leaned on his chair: "It may be successful, but it may not be effective."

"Ah, is it okay after drinking it? It won't break out dozens of times, right?" Andy's focus is always very strange.

"I've tested it, and there shouldn't be any side effects. Mr. Harry Potter was still alive and kicking in the cafeteria this morning and listened to a howling letter with his Adventure Trio members." Snape frowned. .

Ah, this is a master who stabbed Voldemort in the back and harmed the savior!Andy secretly admired it.

"Thank you Professor, thank you for everything you have done for me and Harry." Andy bowed to him.

"It's too early to say anything. Judging from Harry's reaction, it probably won't be of any real use at the moment." Snape waved his hand to drive him away: "The next class is your dean's class, let's go."

"Then remember to rest!" Andy said without forgetting to say when he went out.

The first class had ended, and the corridors were crowded with people. From a distance, he heard Malfoy's voice, "Autographed photos? Are you sending signed photos, Potter?"

His loud and sharp voice echoed in the yard. Andy squeezed past and saw Malfoy parked behind Colin. Next to him were Goyle and Crabbe, two big guys who always followed Malfoy. Beside him, acting as his thug.

It would have been nice to have these two here when I fought with Harry last time. I was sure to beat Harry until he was vomiting!

"Hey! Draco, what are you doing?" Andy squeezed in front of the young master, wanting to interfere.

"Hey! Andy, the savior has sent out photos! Come and line up! Everyone, line up!" Malfoy turned back with a smirk on his face and shouted to the crowd: "Harry Potter is going to send out signed photos!"

"Ah, let's break up now. I just came out of your dean's office. He's not in a good mood. I'll clean it up for you all when he comes up." Andy saw the fight, moved out of Snape's house and hurriedly evacuated the crowd. .

"You don't need to pretend to intervene, I can solve it myself." Harry stood up and said to Andy word by word. Hermione pulled Harry back and shook her head at him.

"What's wrong with you?" An became angry all of a sudden.

"Don't worry Andy." Malfoy said with a crooked smile: "How about a photo of the savior to relieve your anger?"

"I don't want it." Andy shrugged, and became angry when he saw his good brother: "I'm tired of seeing his face. Why do you need a photo after I've beaten him?"

"Of course it's for sticking to the soles of shoes!" Malfoy patted his shoulder and looked at the frustrated trio with pride.

"That makes sense!" Andy began to shout: "Those at the back line up in a row! You can't jump in line!"

"Shut up Lawrence! And you Malfoy!" Harry said angrily, clenching his fists.

"You're jealous," a freshman holding a camera said sharply. His entire body seemed to be only as thick as Crabbe's neck.

"Jealous?" Malfoy said. He didn't need to shout anymore. Half the people in the corridor were listening: "Jealous about what? I don't want to have an ugly scar on my head, thank you. I don't think my head was cut open." It will look special."

"Stop yelling at the little guy here, and quickly go find Ginny to join forces to form a Harry Potter worship society." Andy continued to stir up trouble.

Crabbe and Goyle giggled.

"Go eat the slugs Malfoy, and you, you damn-" Ron swallowed the "Death Eater" angrily. He swore to his mother not to tell anyone.

Crabbe stopped laughing and began to rub his chestnut knuckles viciously.

"Careful, Weasley," Malfoy sneered. "Don't get into any more trouble, or your mother will have to come and take you back." He put on a shrill, shrill voice. "If you don't behave yourself—" a group of fifth-year Slytherin students nearby burst into laughter.

"It seems Weasley wants to have an exclusive signed photo, Potter." Malfoy smiled proudly, "A photo is worth more than his house, or - what does he mean to you?"

"Who is sending signed photos?" The idiot king Lockhart rushed over in a hurry, quickly put an arm around Harry's shoulders, and said cheerfully: "No need to ask! We meet again, Harry - Is it you again, Rolex?”

"Fart, my name is Patek Philippe!" Andy looked disdainful.

Harry freed himself from the annoying arm. The Slytherin behind him was laughing with joy. Lockhart's smile could hardly hold on anymore: "You!"

"Shut up!" Andy suddenly interrupted Lockhart. Faintly, he heard words that were different from human voices, so he pushed away the crowd and put his ear to the wall: "Come...come...let me Tear you apart... tear you apart... kill you..."

Harry was startled, and he obviously heard it: "What the hell are you doing Lawrence?!"

Andy had no intention of paying attention to him, but walked straight towards Colin: "If you still want to take your stupid photos at Hogwarts, don't run around in the past few weeks, and don't follow the savior and become his fanatical believer , go back to your dormitory honestly, remember?!"

Colin was startled by his serious look, while Andy frowned, pushed away the crowd and walked upstairs. Malfoy and the others were also confused by his behavior.

Only Ron reacted. He stared at Harry and Hermione with surprised eyes and said, "bloodyhell! Do you think he has been with the old bat for a long time, and his temper has become more and more similar?"

"So what we have to do is spend more time with him instead of hating him, especially you Harry, he is your brother, you have to trust him." Hermione taught the two of them strictly.

"Okay, let's go after him." Harry followed the two of them and chased in the direction of Andy, while Lockhart, who was left alone, had to give an impassioned and boastful speech to the remaining students.