This is What Ravenclaw Looks Like

"Nice shot!"

A brilliant goal from the Gryffindor team sparked a wild cheer from the Ravenclaw stands—technically supposed to be neutral—which made Andrew feel a lot less guilty about rooting for Gryffindor.

But it wasn't surprising Ravenclaw leaned that way—because even someone like Andrew, who barely understood Quidditch rules, could see that Slytherin played dirty.

Blatant fouls, near-violent collisions—their playing style matched every negative stereotype about Slytherin.

Still, credit where it's due... That Jordan guy doing commentary for Gryffindor is seriously brave, cracking jokes with Professor McGonagall right beside him—though I bet she's turning a blind eye...

The banter made the match more entertaining for Andrew.

Then suddenly, the commentator drew everyone's attention to the Seekers: "THE SNITCH!!!"

So soon?Andrew grumbled a little but focused on the two Seekers—only for something unexpected to happen: Harry Potter's broomstick started going out of control.

Out of control? That sounds familiar… Oh—

He couldn't recall the exact details, but he didn't need to. Professor McGonagall was on the pitch. The broom was new. There could be only one explanation.

No-nose…

No—You-Know-Who.

The Dark Lord who held the entire wizarding world in fear—only he had the power to cause such chaos right in front of McGonagall. But Andrew couldn't make sense of it.

Why?In front of everyone, with McGonagall watching, trying to kill Harry Potter by jinxing his broomstick?

What kind of plan is that? It'd only expose himself.Only a madman would gamble on such a small chance of success with such a big risk of exposure.

He's not seriously gone mad, has he...?

Andrew's face darkened. He had assumed first year would be safe—an ideal time to improve himself. That's why he'd dropped most of his coursework, skipped making close friends, and joined a club that seemed to have ties to the Ministry of Magic.

But now? Not only was the club full of lunatics, even the so-called "safe period" seemed unreliable.

He had no idea why the Dark Lord had suddenly decided to try an impossible public execution, but who's to say he wouldn't randomly attack students next time? Especially when Andrew and his classmates were being taught by that very man. If he snapped, the number of dead first-years might not stop at one…

Don't look over there… Don't draw his attention…

Andrew didn't even consider pulling out his wand—McGonagall could handle it. Standing out might just make the Dark Lord notice him, and that man wouldn't show an ounce of mercy.

Damn it… It's not really abandoning someone to die, but this feeling...

Clenching his left hand, he tried to stop himself from looking at Harry.Watching someone get hurt and not being able to help at all… it sucks...

"Huff… Huff…"

After several deep, quiet breaths, Andrew managed to calm himself.

And by then, Harry had already been saved from the chaos. Professor McGonagall's wand was stowed away—she hadn't even had to act. Somehow, Harry had regained control of his broom on his own.

What just happened?

Before Andrew could think further, one of his dormmates nudged him, laughing and pointing toward the Slytherin stands—Professor Snape's robes were on fire. He was stumbling around awkwardly, trying to put it out.

It was him? No—that makes no sense—no, it does.

Andrew easily spotted the suspicious-looking Quirrell. He still wore that thick scarf and was acting all comically weird nearby.

He was close to where Snape had been standing—clearly, the person who set Snape's robes on fire also interrupted the spell at the same time…

I have to speed up the reporting process. After this week's meeting, I'll write an anonymous letter...

Letting that kind of maniac roam the school is just suicidal. Andrew didn't trust in any "unchangeable fate" nonsense—today's mess alone proved that even casually chatting with the wrong student could provoke that lunatic's wrath. What if next time he snapped and killed all the first-years?

Actually… sending a letter to Professor Snape would be useful too—but faking one for him is even harder…

Andrew wasn't some clueless amateur. Sending a fake supplier letter to McGonagall might get noticed. But Snape? Let's be real—would he accept a letter from an unknown sender?

Don't joke—he's taught every year group. Besides the Slytherins who respect him, every other house has been yelled at by him. If you send a non-anonymous letter, you risk getting a Howler in return. Anonymous? He's never opening it.

And forget about slipping it under his office door in disguise—maybe you could fool the portraits, but you're not bypassing the office's wards. Snape's the kind of professor who'd catch students sneaking around at night or dating. Who knows what magical creatures he keeps in his office to protect it?

Andrew had heard of all kinds of student pranks—jamming door locks with sticks and nails, deflating bike tires, stealing car batteries, gluing gas pedals, sneaking in cockroaches, and even beating up teachers and locking them in toilets.

Forget it… he won't read it anyway. Better to just stick with the fake supplier letter…

Considering that students had magic at their disposal, Andrew wisely let go of that crazy idea.

I still need to work on Transfiguration to strengthen myself—but I've also got to start looking into escape routes, hiding spells, and class-skipping strategies…

Yes—skipping class.If it looked like things were about to blow up, Andrew would skip class and immediately report everything under his real name.

He already knew the Memory Extraction spell from his club's Occlumency materials. As long as he held onto the single idea of "retrieving the extracted memory," and blamed it on the writing process of a book, he'd be fine. He couldn't block all thoughts—but protecting one? No problem.

Revealing the book's existence could help cover up the memory tampering.

It was just… dangerous. And he'd probably end up strung from the Astronomy Tower for it.

Let's hope it doesn't come to that…

While the Gryffindors erupted in cheers over their win, Andrew left the stands, deeply troubled.

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