Am I Hogwarts' Hidden Big Boss?

Smack! Snape casually picked out a few books, then swept out of the library like the wind in that black cloak of his.

He could not be bothered with any of this!

He had only come to take a look, and that meant he had completed the task Dumbledore had assigned him. If he discovered that Andy was secretly studying the Dark Arts in the future, he would report it directly to Dumbledore.

Other than that, they were simply teacher and student.

After all, Andy was not Harry Potter, nor did he have a pair of emerald-green eyes. He was not worth Snape's special attention.

As for Andy's future...

Even if Andy became the Dark Lord one day, it would have nothing to do with Snape.

The reason he had sided with Dumbledore was once to protect Lily Evans, and now to protect Lily's child. It had nothing whatsoever to do with his personal sense of good and evil.

That was what Snape thought. At most, he would fulfill his duties as a professor...

That was all!

After finishing the book on Magical Theory and seeing that he still had time to spare, Andy went over to the shelves and picked out another magic book that explained curses.

"Curses and Counter-Curses"

"Why are you studying curses?"

Hermione looked at Andy suspiciously. "Are you trying to curse someone?"

Andy: "?"

Andy was completely dumbfounded.

Why would Hermione think that? What sort of image did she have of him?

"Why would you think that?" Andy asked.

"What else could it be?"

Hermione snapped her book shut. "If you are not planning to curse someone, why are you studying curses?"

In the Little Witch's eyes, Andy was a downright little troublemaker.

Just look at what Andy had done since coming to Hogwarts!

Scaring people with the Sorting was one thing. After all, plenty of people had done that.

But that was far from the only bad thing Andy had done! First, he had told people that Professor McGonagall kept a Tabby Cat.

And what happened? That cat was Professor McGonagall's Animagus Transformation.

At the Opening Feast, Andy had also said that he wanted to explore the corridor on the fourth floor.

And what happened? Harry and Ron were the ones who went.

The same went for driving Professor Quirrell away this time. Andy had been the one plotting everything behind the scenes.

The Little Witch listed Andy's misdeeds one by one, then concluded, "You have not done much bad yourself, but you often trick other people into doing bad things."

So I was Hogwarts' hidden Big Boss? Was Quirrell, whose brain had been eaten by Voldemort, not even as big a deal as me? Andy felt terribly wronged.

The other things were one matter. They really had been related to Andy.

But what did Harry and Ron's nighttime wandering have to do with me? "Harry and Ron went out at night because they had arranged a duel with Malfoy. They broke into the Fourth Floor Forbidden Area because they panicked and ran the wrong way while escaping."

Andy decided to salvage his image in the Little Witch's mind. "What does any of that have to do with me? It was not like I told them to go!"

The Little Witch put her hands on her hips. "So you are saying all the other things were related to you?"

She had nearly petted Professor McGonagall's head.

"Shh!"

Andy hurriedly made a silencing gesture. "Stop talking for now. Madam Pince might throw us out."

The Little Witch immediately pretended to read, but her little eyes still glared at Andy from time to time.

Clearly, this was not over!

Andy felt a little guilty. There was still more than an hour until lunch. Surely this little girl would not remember for that long? An hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Great Hall.

Andy sat at the Ravenclaw table, rubbing his aching lower back with his right hand and occasionally hissing through his teeth.

He had clearly suffered quite a bit.

The Little Witch had remembered this for four or five days already. There was no way she would forget it in just one hour.

Andy had always blamed George and Fred for it before, and Hermione had always believed him.

Until today, when Andy was finally exposed.

"I was just joking!"

Andy explained miserably, "Besides, when you wanted to pet Professor McGonagall, did I not stop you?"

"Hmph!"

The Little Witch gave a proud, cold snort and shot Andy a frosty glance. "Why are you not saying George and Fred told you now?"

Andy defended himself, "Wasn't that so Professor McGonagall would deal with those two?"

"Oh, so you had that kind of thought too." The Little Witch thought Andy was truly awful.

Andy slapped his forehead.

He decided he would return "Curses and Counter-Curses" that afternoon.

If this book had not cursed his brain, would dealing with one Little Witch not have been easy? If his brain had not been cursed, how could he have fallen into such an awkward situation? This book had to be setting him up!

After lunch, Andy and Hermione went to the Abandoned Classroom on the Sixth Floor as usual to practice magic.

After several days of practice, Hermione had become increasingly proficient with spells. In Transfiguration, she could quickly turn a matchstick into a silver needle.

Her progress could not be called huge, but at least she looked like a Little Witch now.

As for Andy...

All that could be said was that he had improved, but not by much.

Take the Petrification Curse, for example. An increase in magical power only meant the difference between petrifying someone for five minutes, ten minutes, or half an hour.

It could not permanently petrify a person.

Andy had watched dueling tournaments in the Wizarding World and had a rough estimate of the magic level of those dueling masters.

The more he studied magic, the more Andy could sense that the magic in this world had limits.

And the root cause of it all was that a wizard's magic was inborn.

In the world of "Harry Potter," wizards did not gain magic through meditation or other methods of cultivation.

It was something they were born with, and it increased as they grew.

Once a wizard's body reached its limit, the growth of their magic naturally reached its limit as well.

Because magic had an upper limit, the wizards of this world had developed all kinds of varied magic, allowing it to flourish in every direction.

Hmm... it was a bit like Earth in the world of "Dragon Ball."

"Luckily, I do not have that problem!"

Andy could solve the problem of insufficient magic by allocating system points, but the question now was: could increasing magic really increase the power of spells?

It might have some effect.

But the relationship between magic and spells was a little like gunpowder and guns.

Even if you had a warehouse full of gunpowder and bullets, if all you had in your hand was a matchlock from centuries ago, you still could not beat a Gatling with plenty of ammunition.

"Not only does this world have an upper limit for magic, but magic itself has an upper limit too?"

Andy frowned slightly.

"Or could it be that modern magic... has actually gone down the wrong path?"

The advantage of modern magic was that it was simple, convenient, and easy to learn and master.

As for ancient magic...

Andy had read some books introducing ancient magic, but they were only introductions. As time passed, ancient magic had basically been lost.