The wizard in Hogwarts is unscientific

Of course, what those pure-blood wizards think has nothing to do with Andy.

From the beginning to the end, they were just too enthusiastic.

Andy didn't even make any promises.

Everything they thought was just their own fantasy.

This is one of the three major illusions in life - he likes me.

I have to say, imagination kills people!

"Alas!"

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

I hope Voldemort won't find out what they did!

"Ah-"

Stretching, Andy staggered into the Ravenclaw Library.

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

Under the slightly dim light, Hermione was sitting quietly in the corner, holding a book in her hand, and occasionally bowing her head to take some notes.

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

"Good evening!" Hermione replied without raising her head.

"Ha——"

Andy yawned, lying on the table with a tired face, propping his head with his hands, staring at Hermione without blinking.

Hermione: "..."

Hermione felt a little uncomfortable being looked at, and her writing action paused slightly, then raised her head and frowned at Andy.

Andy blinked innocently.

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

"It's nothing to do!" Andy said.

"You can read a book." Hermione pushed a big book at hand over, the whole book was about eight centimeters thick.

"Forget about tonight!"

Andy sighed and said, "It's the first day of school, I just want to stay quiet for a while. As for studying, well... let's talk about it tomorrow!"

"You were not like this before." Hermione was shocked.

Andy used to love studying!

"I was forced to do it before!" Andy sighed.

Anyone who travels to the world of "Harry Potter" and learns that Voldemort will soon return will work hard to improve his strength, right?

But the problem is that Andy can now fight Voldemort 64-4.

There is no need to be afraid!

In this case, Andy does not need to be so urgent.

No matter how much he likes to learn magic, Andy needs to rest. The right way is to combine work and rest.

People are not machines.

"What did Malfoy tell you?" Hermione asked curiously.

Since the Malfoy family betrayed Voldemort, Hermione is no longer as disgusted as before when talking about Malfoy.

But there is still a sense of rejection.

This is a class contradiction!

"What else can it be?"

Andy was too lazy to explain, so he directly told the result of the conversation, "I asked him to go to Dumbledore."

Hermione stopped asking questions after hearing this, but continued to read the book with her head down, "Andy... If you are tired, you can go back and rest first."

Andy: "..."

At this time, only Harry and Ron will go back, right?

Andy will not go back anyway.

If Andy goes back now, he believes that Hermione will not look at him well in the next few days.

"I'll stay with you for a while!"

Andy said, "The library is nice and quiet. Going back to the dormitory is even more boring. I have nothing in common with them."

"I can guess what they are talking about."

"Whatever you say." Hermione whispered.

Andy stopped talking when he saw this.

Time passed by minute by minute, and after an unknown amount of time, Andy suddenly heard someone calling his name.

"Andy..."

"Huh?" Andy opened his eyes in a daze.

"You fell asleep!"

Hermione said helplessly, "Forget it, I'm going back to sleep, you should go to bed early too! Good night, see you tomorrow."

"Good night!" Andy said.

...

After returning to the dormitory, Andy found that his three roommates were still awake.

They were excitedly discussing the Quidditch World Cup that had just ended not long ago, and Krum's Wronski feint, and there were snack packaging bags everywhere on the floor.

"Oh, Andy, you're finally back. We thought you were lost." Anthony said with an exaggerated look on his face.

"I stayed in the library for a while." Andy took off his wizard robe while speaking.

Roommate: "..."

"Oh my God! Today is the first day of school." Michael's expression almost cracked.

"I'm a Ravenclaw!"

After changing into pajamas, Andy raised his eyebrows and said, "You guys chat, I'll go wash up first."

Walking into the bathroom, Andy looked at himself in the mirror, and his right hand unconsciously touched the wand that had been with him for more than three years.

Pine wood, phoenix tail feathers.

They represent isolation and isolation from the world.

To this day, Andy feels more and more that the meaning of this wand is really suitable for him.

It is undeniable that Andy likes magic very much.

But everything in the magic world makes Andy feel irritated.

The more he contacts them, the more impatient Andy becomes.

Whether it was Dumbledore, Harry and others who represented justice, or Voldemort and the Death Eaters who represented evil, Andy didn't like them.

Pure-blood wizards disgusted Andy.

Andy also disliked those ordinary wizards.

"Maybe..."

Andy thought to himself: "This is what they call "different paths, different plans!"

Two people with different values, if forced together, will only make them disgusted with each other.

Andy leaned forward and looked at himself in the mirror. "Actually... there's no need to act anymore."

Dealing with people is really a very stressful thing.

With Andy's current strength, there's no need to put on the coat of "friendliness" anymore.

After a moment of silence, Andy suddenly sighed.

The idea is good, but it's very unrealistic.

Unless you completely abandon society and truly be self-sufficient, no one can ignore all this.

Because Andy still has a family!

Andy can not have friends, but he can't ask his family to give up all socializing like him.

They can't devote all their energy to the study of magic like Andy did-it requires talent.

They still have to live!

"When you are in the world, you can't help yourself..."

Andy smiled.

Thinking about it carefully, it's actually pretty good.

"What's the saying?"

"If you don't enter the world, how can you leave it?"

The real leaving is not to escape from reality.

Reaching out to wipe the mist on the mirror, Andy's eyes condensed slightly.

"Then let's have some fun!"

"It's just..."

"Don't blame me if you mess up!"

...

After washing up, Andy walked out of the bathroom, made the bed, and collapsed on it.

"Andy, are you going to sleep?" Anthony asked.

The three people who shared the same dormitory still cared about Andy's feelings. Generally speaking, as long as Andy was ready to sleep, they would not continue chatting.

"Not for now."

Andy stood up and half leaned on the bed, smiling, "I can chat with you for a while."