If This Goes Wrong, Don't Blame Me!

Of course, what those pure-blood wizards thought had nothing to do with Andy.

From beginning to end, they had simply been getting worked up on their own.

Andy had never made them any promises.

Everything they believed was nothing more than their own fantasy.

This was one of life's three great misconceptions—he likes me.

It had to be said, overthinking could really get people killed. "Sigh!"

Andy sighed and silently lit a candle for them in his heart.

He hoped Voldemort would not discover what they had done!

"Ah—"

After stretching, Andy swayed his way into the Ravenclaw Library.

On the first day of term, Hermione was the only one in the library.

Under the slightly dim lights, Hermione sat quietly in a corner, holding a book in her hands and occasionally lowering her head to jot down notes.

"Hi, good evening!" Andy walked over, pulled out a chair, and sat across from Hermione.

"Good evening!" Hermione replied without looking up.

"Ha—"

Andy yawned, then flopped tiredly onto the table. Propping up his head with one hand, he stared unblinkingly at Hermione.

Hermione: "..."

Hermione grew a little uncomfortable under his gaze. Her writing paused slightly before she looked up at Andy with a frown.

Andy blinked innocently.

"What are you looking at me for?" Hermione rolled her eyes.

"I've got nothing else to do!" Andy said.

"You can read." Hermione pushed a thick tome at her side toward him. The book was nearly eight centimeters thick.

"Not tonight!"

Andy sighed. "It's the first day of term. I just want to sit quietly for a while. As for studying... hmm, I'll start tomorrow!"

"You weren't like this before." Hermione looked shocked.

The old Andy had loved studying!

"I didn't have a choice before!" Andy sighed.

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