Speaking of this, Hermione was furious. Director of S.W.O.R.D. and Teacher The Ancient One were completely different types. Teacher The Ancient One emphasized rigor and rules, while Director of S.W.O.R.D. emphasized casualness.
How casual was Director of S.W.O.R.D.? When he saw Hermione secretly change into high heels, he decided to teach her Permanent Genetic Alteration Magic so she could control her own genes and grow a little taller.
Hermione was indeed interested in that magic, that was true, but could he not be so casual about it? And wasn't wearing high heels perfectly natural? Why had he mocked her for a full eighteen sentences?
"I've already made arrangements with Fate."
Andrew said solemnly, "Fate will help me make the choice. Every spell I teach you is what you need most. Fate Magic is omnipotent."
Hermione was stunned. "Fate Magic? Seriously?"
"No way, you actually believed that?"
Andrew complained. "Today, I'm teaching you Scam-Prevention Magic, so you won't get scammed in the future and still help people count their money. I really didn't expect anyone to believe such an outrageous lie."
The normally proud Miss Know-it-all was dumbfounded. Her pale face rapidly flushed red with both embarrassment and anger. Then, a wand as thick as a wolf fang club appeared in her hand out of nowhere, and she shouted at Andrew, "Avada Kedavra!"
Andrew caught the Avada Kedavra and spun it through the air. A crack opened in the Void, and Grim Reaper floated out, asking in a low voice, "Human... uh, Director of S.W.O.R.D., whose life do you want?"
Andrew looked at Hermione. Hermione took a frightened step back, then asked in astonishment, "Wait, isn't Grim Reaper forbidden from casually appearing in the mortal world? And why does he look like he's about to kill someone? Grim Reaper can't just