Andy: Professor, I Hope We Can Walk This Path Together

I have never seen anyone so shameless!

Andy raised an eyebrow, but his hands did not stop moving in the slightest.

Another Green Light flashed, and a Death Eater fell in response, only to be completely devoured by Fiendfyre in the blink of an eye.

"Collins!"

Snape's tone was anxious. "Let me do it!"

Of course, he wanted to kill these Death Eaters too.

These were the most fanatical Death Eaters, with more lives stained on their hands than could be counted on two hands.

But Snape did not want Andy to kill them.

Whether as a professor or an adult, he did not want Andy's hands to be stained with too much blood.

The more people one killed, the less one valued life.

What was more, the Killing Curse was the most evil Dark Arts spell.

"Uh..."

Andy's hand paused. "Professor, you can actually move within Fiendfyre. It won't hurt you."

As he spoke, another Green Light flashed and vanished.

Snape's breath caught at this.

He had heard such rumors before—that Andy's Fiendfyre Curse could distinguish friend from foe.

It was just that the situation had been too dangerous moments ago. With towering Fiendfyre surging toward him, Snape had not remembered it in his panic.

After all, it was Fiendfyre. Who would dare take it head-on with their body?

Now that he had heard Andy confirm it himself, Snape immediately withdrew his defensive magic.

Fiendfyre swept over him, but Snape did not feel the slightest heat, nor did it harm him.

Is it controlled with the mind?

Snape glanced at Andy, the thought crossing his mind.

He knew Andy had been researching Mind Power, but he had not expected Andy's attainments in that field to have already far exceeded the limits of his understanding.

Whether it was the magic