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    Chapter 37: Lord Voldemort Could Never Possibly Curse Defense Against the Dark Arts

    “Unexpected, I thought you wouldn’t sign,” Andy casually remarked, walking towards the Great Hall.

    “I did hesitate…”

    Hermione said hesitantly, “Professor Quirrell might have had his reasons. Maybe he really was attacked by a vampire…”

    At this point, Hermione paused, then continued, “But he’s really not suitable for the position. I hope he finds a new job!”

    As they spoke, they reached the Great Hall.

    As soon as Andy entered the Great Hall, he noticed some younger witches and wizards acting mysteriously, with a ‘I know a secret, but I can’t tell you’ air about them.

    Another group of students were frantically asking around, desperate to find out what was going on at Hogwarts, lamenting, “Why is everyone else in on this except me?!”

    Did Harry Potter get points deducted again?

    Or is Dumbledore getting married?

    Even if you can’t tell us, at least give us a hint!

    Andy and Hermione had just settled at the Ravenclaw table when Anthony hurried over.

    He gestured to Andy with his eyes and whispered, “Andy, do you know about that?”

    “The signing?” Andy raised an eyebrow.

    Anthony’s face lit up. “What do you think? I mean, do you support it?”

    “Of course!”

    Andy responded matter-of-factly, “We can’t mess around with our future, can we?”

    Anthony nodded in agreement. “The Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook should teach us how to protect ourselves, but Professor Quirrell is completely unqualified.”

    “And I heard…”

    Anthony beckoned Andy and Hermione closer, then whispered mysteriously, “I heard from older students that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is cursed by the Dark Lord, and no professor can hold the position for more than a year.”

    Is that really the case?

    So, Dumbledore was actually just putting Hermione off?

    Hermione clearly didn’t believe it. She immediately pointed out the flaw, “Why would the Dark Lord curse Defense Against the Dark Arts? He’s so powerful, there’s no need for him to pick on a single class, right?”

    That… seems to make sense. Andy nodded.

    “The Dark Lord is Lord Voldemort, and Defense Against the Dark Arts is the class specifically designed to counter him,” Anthony offered as a reason.

    This reason… well… only a fool would believe it!

    “I also think this is impossible.”

    Andy said, “If the Dark Lord really had this kind of power, why wouldn’t he curse the Headmaster of Hogwarts?”

    “Maybe because the Headmaster of Hogwarts is Dumbledore, the only wizard the Dark Lord fears,” Anthony replied.

    Too lazy to argue, Andy picked up his fork and ate a pie.

    At the entrance of the Great Hall, Ron and Harry appeared furtively.

    The two stood at the entrance, looking around for a while. Seeing that no one was paying attention to them, they crept into the Great Hall.

    “Where the heck did George and Fred go? They didn’t even bring us anything to eat at lunchtime,”

    Ron complained with a bitter face. “I’m starving!”

    Harry remained silent. He was planning to grab some food and quickly leave the Great Hall, then hurry back to the dormitory.

    If possible, he didn’t want to see anyone these days.

    “Hey, Harry!”

    Ron suddenly exclaimed excitedly, “I’ve got an idea! We can eat at the Ravenclaw table; maybe no one will notice us.”

    Harry was stunned for a moment, but it wasn’t a bad idea.

    Ron grabbed Harry’s arm. “I saw Andy; let’s go over there.”

    When Andy saw Ron and Harry, he was a little confused. “Why are you two at the Ravenclaw table?”

    As he spoke, Andy made room for them.

    “Thanks!” Harry said gratefully.

    Ron looked bitter. “Don’t even mention it, we were tricked! Andy, you have to help us.”

    Andy was about to ask how he could help when Ron continued, “We’re starving, George and Fred only brought us breakfast—can we eat something here?”

    That’s it?

    Okay, I overestimated you.

    “Of course!”

    Andy nodded, then curiously asked, “That thing—why did you suddenly sneak out at night?”

    Hermione, sitting next to Andy, also perked up her ears.

    Gossiping is human nature, and young witches are no exception.

    “We were tricked!”

    Ron said indignantly, “Malfoy challenged us to a duel in the trophy room at night, but he didn’t show up, and he even informed Filch!”

    Andy: …

    Hermione said seriously, “How could you duel privately? If the professors find out, you’ll be expelled from Hogwarts!”

    “Shh!”

    Andy put a finger to his lips and explained to Hermione, “This is unavoidable. Even if we get expelled, we can’t avoid it.”

    Hermione glared at Andy, clearly unhappy with what he said.

    “This is about a man’s honor. Hermione, you must also have things you care about, right?” Andy countered.

    Hermione thought carefully, then nodded slightly; of course, she had things she cared about.

    Thinking about it this way, she seemed to understand.

    Although it was childish.

    Ron indignantly said, “Andy’s right, this is a duel about honor, it’s absolutely unavoidable!”

    Harry also nodded in agreement. This explanation made him feel a little better.

    God knows how desperate he felt when Professor McGonagall deducted one hundred points from them.

    But getting points deducted was better than being expelled.

    Harry couldn’t imagine being expelled from Hogwarts.

    Although he’d only been at Hogwarts for less than a week, he knew—he belonged here.

    Andy slapped his forehead. These two idiots—I’ve hinted so obviously, and they still don’t understand.

    “But Malfoy avoided the duel!” Andy said pointedly.

    Hermione looked at Andy with a strange expression. This guy, how wicked can he be?

    This morning, he helped Malfoy plan to deal with Professor Quirrell, and tonight he helped Ron and Harry scheme against Malfoy?

    He’s even more flexible than a snake!

    “Malfoy is a coward!” Ron said disdainfully.

    Uh… fine, whatever.

    Andy shrugged. If he interfered any further, he’d be a dog.

    Besides, with Harry and Ron’s IQs, they probably weren’t suitable for executing any kind of plan.

    “My dear little Ronny, what are you doing here?” George and Fred appeared out of nowhere.

    “If you call me that again, I’ll kill you!”

    “Where did you go?”

    Ron complained, “Harry and I waited for you all afternoon, we’re starving!”

    George put his arm around Ron’s shoulder. “You’ll have to face this eventually.”

    Fred added, “It’s not a big deal.”

    George continued, “At most, it’ll break a Hogwarts record—one hundred points deducted before even a week of school.”

    (End of Chapter)

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