Andy had discovered that Helen had truly gone bad.
As a Gryffindor, she should have become a hero like Harry's parents, quietly safeguarding peace in the Wizarding World.
Yet she had married Andy's father—Kyle Collins.
The Collins Family had a tradition: being sneakily rotten!
Take Andy's grandfather—Norman Collins, for example.
Don't let his current broad, overweight appearance fool you; Andy could beat him easily. But when he was young, he had smuggled plenty of illegal goods through Muggle channels.
Or take Andy's father.
Kyle was merely an ordinary Ministry of Magic employee, but whenever it was time to pull strings, he pulled strings; whenever it was time to embezzle, he took more than anyone else.
Then there was Andy.
Hmm... Andy had always thought of himself as a good kid, a mature and reliable little wizard.
Perhaps Andy hadn't inherited the family tradition.
Andy didn't know what Helen had been like before, but the Helen of today—if she returned to Hogwarts for sorting, perhaps the Sorting Hat would send her straight to Azkaban.
This wasn't Helen's first or second time brewing illegal potions for sale. She had told Andy to use the Killing Curse when he encountered enemies in private. Maybe she had done the same herself.
She was ruthless! "Got it!" Andy made an OK gesture.
"Mom, can you teach me the Killing Curse?" Andy really wanted to learn that spell.
Never mind whether the Dark Arts were evil or not; purely from the perspective of fighting enemies, the Killing Curse was incredibly useful.
"You?"
Helen rubbed Andy's head. "Don't even think about it! Practice magic on your own. I'm going back inside to prepare lunch."
Andy was a little disappointed.
Helen appeared to have practiced magic with Andy for a while, but in truth, Andy hadn't learned all