Chapter 27 The Troubled Gryffindor

Each class at Hogwarts was one hour and twenty minutes long, and after a twenty-minute break, the Ravenclaws would join the Gryffindors for the Charms class.

The professor for the Charms class is Filius Flitwick, the Head of Ravenclaw.

In the information given by the Weasley twins, the level of Professor Flitwick is very high.

Although he is only a little over a meter tall, he was a dueling champion when he was young, and is a wizard with a moderate level of accomplishments.

He is said to have a very good personality, gentle, humorous, and not too strict with his students, he is just a bit sensitive by nature - if you bring up the topic of size, aka goblin half-blood, or something like that in front of him, he will be very sad.

Although he had already experienced the torment of two consecutive parallels, Professor Binns and Professor Quirrell, Andy was still filled with anticipation for this Charms class.

The Charms classroom was on the second floor of the castle, just like the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

When Andy and Hermione arrived, the classroom was still empty.

Finding a seat near the front, the two placed their textbooks on the table and took their seats.

"What exactly are you and Malfoy planning?"

Since there are no strangers in the classroom, Hermione plans to talk to Andy about some private topics, "Andy, I heard from my roommate that the Malfoys and..."

Halfway through her sentence, Hermione suddenly stopped.

She leaned closer to Andy and lowered her voice, "Their family is related to You-Know-Who."

"With who?"

Andy was filled with confusion, "The Malfoys are related to Voldemort? Why didn't I know that?"

After saying that, Andy then said with a strange expression, "It's not like you grew up listening to Voldemort's stories, how come you don't dare to call him by his name either?"

"I'm actually taking you into consideration!"

Hermione gave Andy a look, "I gotta ask, Voldemort has been dead for ten years, why are you guys still so afraid of him? Afraid to even call him by his name?"

"Voldemort enchanted his name, and whenever someone calls him by his name, he will perceive it."

Andy explained, "During the last wizard war, there were quite a few people who incurred trouble because of this, and slowly everyone dared not call him by his name."

"As for the children...they are all influenced by the adults."

Hermione nodded in understanding, "I see!"

After explaining about Voldemort, Andy couldn't help but get a bit of a headache again.

I didn't realize that the Malfoys were related to Voldemort.

Is he a Death Eater who escaped the trial?

Or... just those young witches gossiping off the top of their heads?

If old Malfoy was a Death Eater...

Huh? It didn't seem to have much of an impact.

Andy thought about it, even if old Malfoy was a Death Eater, it wouldn't prevent him from driving Quirrell away.

After all, it wasn't like he knew that Quirrell's brain had been eaten by Voldemort.

And it would also be a test.

If Old Malfoy didn't dare to drive Quirrell away, it would prove that he not only knew that Voldemort was still alive, but he is even secretly working for Voldemort.

"You haven't answered me yet."

Hermione pressed, "What exactly did you and Malfoy plan?"

"You are asking that!"

Andy explained, "Old Malfoy is a Hogwarts school board governor and I asked Malfoy to collect some suggestions from the students and give them to Old Malfoy."

Hermione huffed a little, "Why don't you guys just send your suggestions to Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Andy shrugged, "Without Headmaster Dumbledore's approval, Quirrell wouldn't have been able to be a professor at Hogwarts."

"It's useless to advise the Headmaster."

"I'm going to write a letter of suggestion to Headmaster Dumbledore, and if he agrees to change the professor, you must stop." Hermione obviously had some admiration for Dumbledore, she didn't want to see Dumbledore being embarrassed by old Malfoy.   

"OK!" Andy readily agreed.

If Dumbledore could dismiss Quirrell early, it would naturally be the best.

The most fundamental reason why Andy would do these things was just because he wanted to study well.

Is there anything wrong with studying well?

It was estimated that even if the four founders of Hogwarts knew about this matter, they would gladly climb out of their coffins and personally teach Andy!

Time passed minute by minute, and the number of students in the classroom gradually increased.

Near about Ten Forty, the door of the classroom was suddenly opened, and a large group of Gryffindor's young wizards swarmed in from outside.

Their wizard robes were dirty, their faces were engulfed in dust, and their bodies had an indescribably strange odour.

It was very similar to a Dungbomb smell.

Curious, Andy asked, "Ron, did you guys have... a fight with Slytherin?"

Andy was compelled to guess as such.

The young wizards of the Gryffindor House were all in a sorry state, not a normal condition by any stretch of the imagination.

"Don't mention it."

Ron said with some vexation, "We just finished a Herbology class, and we spent the whole class fertilizing those herbs, and Seamus even blew up the bucket containing the fertilizer straight away."

Andy: "?"

The first words were understandable to Andy, but the second one...how the hell did Seamus blow up the fertilizer bucket?

Andy looked around twice and asked, "Where's Neville?"

"He's in the school's hospital wing," Harry explained.

Andy: "..."

So, you guys had a Herbology class and not only did you blow up a fertilizer bucket, but you sent a young wizard to the school's hospital wing, and everyone else is all messed up...

What a talent!

I thought you guys got into a gang fight with Slytherin!

"I mean, Herbology class at Hogwarts... those herbs are the kind of herbs I understand, right?" Andy asked cautiously.

Harry sighed, "It's not like anything I've ever seen before, but it should be the kind of herbs you understand, we just had a little accident."

"That's good!" Andy sighed in relief.

Hermione was also relieved.

It was a good thing she had listened to Andy at the time and decided to come to Ravenclaw when the house was sorted, otherwise she would have been part of Gryffindor.

That would have been horrible!

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Soon enough, the Charms class began.

Professor Flitwick stood on a high stool so that the young wizards in the classroom could see him.

He gazed around the room.

"Originally, we are supposed to start with the most basic spells, but seeing you all...I decided to teach you a certain spell that you can use right now."

The young wizards in the classroom were just too miserable.

Leaving aside the little Gryffindor wizards, the smell of garlic permeated from the little Ravenclaw wizards is overwhelming.

Flitwick felt like he might pass out if he didn't do something about it.

"Okay, does anyone know the incantation for the Cleaning spell? What does it do?" Flitwick asked the question.

Hermione raised her arm high in the air while turning her head towards Andy.

Andy blinked, he didn't have the habit of answering questions in class.

If Professor Flitwick had asked, 'Is there anything that anyone doesn't understand?', then Andy would definitely raise his hand.

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