"Good evening, Mrs. Collins!" The old woman's voice was soft, but Andy still heard her—even the bitter night wind could not scatter it.
It was her!
Bathilda Bagshot!
The famous History of Magic Historian, and the author of the History of Magic textbooks.
Andy had seen the old woman many times when he came to visit his grandfather, but he had never paid her much attention.
Well, mainly because Andy was a little afraid of her.
The old woman looked terrifying, like the wicked Old Witch from a fairy tale, always ready to offer you a poisoned apple.
It was not until Andy began studying History of Magic and looked into the author of the textbooks that he truly realized how remarkable this old woman was.
She was the Wizarding World's true know-it-all.
She was even older than Dumbledore and had been researching magical history since the last century—not just British magical history, but the history of magic across all Europe.
"What is it?" Helen asked.
"Nothing."
Andy brushed it off, then said, "Madam Bathat lives alone, right? I want to visit her tomorrow and bring her a gift or something."
"That sounds good!" Helen nodded.
"Aren't you afraid she'll eat children?" Isabel blinked at Andy.
Andy smacked the little girl lightly on the head in annoyance.
Andy really had used that to scare her before, but she had not been afraid at all. She had even gone exploring in Madam Bathat's house.
Before long, the three of them arrived at Andy's grandfather's home.
"Hi, Andy! Long time no see. How's life at Hogwarts? Is there anything you're not used to?" Andy's grandfather, Norman Collins, was a very easygoing man. He looked a little plump, but plump in just the right way.
"Everything's great." Andy stepped forward and gave Norman