I've Lost Patience with This Friendship

Abandoned Classroom.

Andy decided not to think about those far-fetched questions for now.

Rather than waste time dwelling on that mess, he might as well focus on improving his magical ability.

Even if modern magic had gone down the wrong path, that was not something a Little Wizard who had only just encountered magic could study.

Time passed second by second. In the blink of an eye, Andy had already lived at Hogwarts for half a month.

Classes, reading, practicing magic.

That was Andy's daily routine.

Others might have found such a life unbearably dull, but Andy took great pleasure in it. He even enjoyed this lifestyle.

And if there was a Little Witch by your side during all this, someone you could tease to pass the time whenever you were bored, then it became even more interesting.

This sort of life was both leisurely and fulfilling.

Andy was almost too content to leave.

Yet people's joys and sorrows were often not shared.

Andy's days were comfortable, but some people were not having such an easy time.

For example... Professor Quirrell.

Quirrell had been panicking these past few days. It seemed he had botched the task the Dark Lord had assigned him! Pretending to be frightened by vampires and teaching in a stammering manner—this had been Quirrell's brilliant plan.

Voldemort had possessed him, and the smell on his body was unbearable. He could only use garlic to mask the stench.

On top of that, he had to keep his head wrapped in a turban.

All of it needed an explanation.

Quirrell's original plan had been sound. Hogwarts might have been a prestigious school with a thousand-year history, but it had more incompetent professors than anywhere else.

Just look at Professor Binns, Professor Trelawney, and Madam Hooch...

Which one of them was not worse than Quirrell?

Why had they singled him out?

Quirrell believed that the plan had failed not because there was anything wrong with it, but because this year's Little Wizards were too damned capable! Especially that Draco Malfoy. According to the Dark Lord, his Old Dad was even a Death Eater.

Traitor!

Dumbledore had already spoken with Quirrell two days ago.

According to Dumbledore, he was still negotiating with the school governors. He thought highly of Quirrell and told him to rest well for the next few days and adjust his state of mind as soon as possible.

That gave Quirrell a little comfort. Dumbledore was reliable after all!

Quirrell hoped Dumbledore could resolve the matter quickly. The Dark Lord was still asleep—Voldemort had expended a great deal of power escaping from Gringotts.

But if the Dark Lord woke up and discovered that Quirrell had been dismissed by Hogwarts, Quirrell did not dare imagine what would become of him.

The Cruciatus Curse? Or the Killing Curse?

In his office, Quirrell paced back and forth.

He had to come up with a solution as soon as possible. Otherwise, once the Dark Lord awoke, he certainly would not spare him.

"Should I steal the Philosopher's Stone now?"

"No!"

Quirrell had yet to figure out how to get past the obstacles. He could not even deal with the Three-Headed Dog guarding it.

"Dumbledore, Dumbledore... I'm counting entirely on you now!"

"But, but... if Dumbledore can't withstand the pressure, what am I supposed to do?"

"How about... I teach properly next week and say I've recovered?"

"No! That would arouse Dumbledore's suspicions."

Quirrell gritted his teeth, cursing inwardly. Damn Malfoy. Don't let me get the chance. Once the Dark Lord returns, I'll make you pay!

"I have to calm down!"

Quirrell felt that he needed to prepare for both possibilities. If Hogwarts dismissed him, how would he steal the Philosopher's Stone? As long as I can think of a way, the Dark Lord won't blame me for failing my task!

"Perhaps I can find an insider."

"Malfoy has really been full of himself lately!"

In the Hogwarts Great Hall, Ron complained as he ate a grilled sausage. "It's unbelievable that he actually pulled off something that big!"

Harry and Ron had naturally learned that Malfoy had rallied all the students to drive Quirrell away.

Perhaps it was a good thing to many people, but Harry and Ron were thoroughly unhappy about it.

Because of Malfoy, they had lost a hundred points.

"Harry, you're not just going to let this go, are you?" Ron asked unwillingly.

"But what can we do?" Harry could not think of any good ideas. "Dunk Malfoy in a toilet?"

"When are you planning to do it?" Ron asked excitedly.

Harry was immediately speechless. He had only said it casually.

Could they really dunk Malfoy in a toilet? Leaving aside the fact that they barely knew any spells, Harry did not want Gryffindor to lose any more points.

Ron was a little discouraged too. He had clearly realized that the idea was not reliable.

"Maybe we can lure Malfoy out," Ron suggested.

Harry looked helpless. "We've spent an entire week trying to figure out how to lure Malfoy out."

"We can ask George and Fred, or ask Andy. They're both clever," Ron suggested again.

Harry hesitated. "Wouldn't that be inappropriate?"

"But we can't think of anything else!" Ron spread his hands.

Harry: "..."

"All right!" Harry finally agreed. He was unwilling to let it go too.

But things did not go smoothly.

Although George and Fred wanted to help their younger brother get revenge, they were not about to bully First Year students.

As for giving them ideas, those would only be pranks, which clearly could not satisfy Harry and Ron.

They did not just want to see Malfoy suffer. They also wanted to see Malfoy make Slytherin lose a hundred points.

So Harry and Ron went to find Andy.

"Andy, there's something we want to talk to you about."

On the way from the library to the Great Hall, Harry and Ron stopped Andy and Hermione.

"Hermione, go to the Great Hall first," Andy said to Hermione.

Hermione glanced at the three of them. She always felt that Harry and Ron could not be looking for Andy for anything good.

But she did not want to eavesdrop on other people's secrets either.

With a huff, Hermione turned and left.

"What is it?" Andy asked.

"Well..."

Harry was a little embarrassed, but Ron had no such reservations. He asked directly, "Andy, can you help us come up with a way to get back at Malfoy?"

Andy: "..."

"What have you two been doing all week?" Andy asked curiously.

So after all this time, the two of you still had not gotten revenge? "We... we've been thinking of ways," Ron said, his face red.

Fine then!

"Wait until Malfoy is alone, put a sack over his head, and beat him up. Isn't that enough?" Andy said casually.

Ron looked indignant. "We want Slytherin to lose a hundred points too."

"Then I can't help you."

Andy spread his hands, then ignored the two of them and headed straight for the Great Hall.

For the sake of knowing Ron for several years, coming up with a plan involving a sack over Malfoy's head was already more than enough.

Andy had lost patience with this so-called friendship.

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