Snakes at Hogwarts

When Andros returned to the dilapidated suburbs on the edge of the city, it was already getting dark.

Looking at the low and dilapidated houses around him, as well as the dirty paths that were trampled on and the rubbish that was randomly discarded on both sides, Andros couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion in his heart.

He took the shuttle bus back from the city center, and along the way he witnessed with his own eyes the transformation of a city from the prosperous area it should be to the dilapidation hidden behind the shiny appearance.

It is hard to imagine that such a complex transformation process can be easily seen by just taking any ordinary bus to the suburbs.

Perhaps because the climate has reached winter, and because it snowed just last night, this place is much cleaner than when Andros left.

The white snow filled the roofs of the houses, and even accidentally crushed several of them.

Merlin hoped that nothing would happen to these families.

Looking at the abandoned houses that were crushed by the snow, Andros couldn't help but pray in his heart.

Although the streets look much cleaner, if you smell it carefully, there is still a faint stench in the air.

The smell composed of a series of wastes such as garbage, swill, sewage, etc. seemed to be integrated with this run-down suburb and could not be dispelled no matter what.

This smell was all too familiar to Andros.

As an orphan who has been scavenging here since he was a child, he has been accustomed to this smell in the first half of his life.

Even, for no reason, Andros felt a little nostalgic when he suddenly smelled the stench.

I am really a bitch to miss this smell.

Unable to help but complain in his mind, Andros walked quickly on the winding maze-like path. The terrain here was very complex, and anyone unfamiliar with it could lose his way here in just a few minutes.

Moreover, the light here is dim, there are only a few lonely street lights on the street, emitting dispensable light, and the houses on both sides always look exactly the same.

Andros didn't stay there for too long. Within a short time, he had already felt several malicious eyes projected towards him from various dark corners.

Although this place seemed deserted, Andros knew that he had been noticed by some people as soon as he set foot here.

Those bastards are the most despicable headhunters and often engage in kidnapping and trafficking of children and women.

It was better for him to leave as soon as possible. Feeling the indifference in those eyes, Andros left the station quickly.

It is said to be a station, but in fact it is just a sign stuck there crookedly, as if it will collapse at any time.

In his memory, this place was the beginning of chaos after dark. If he didn't want to be involved in it, he needed to move faster.

I wish I could still remember the location of the orphanage.

Andros crouched, pressing his body against the shadow of the wall to avoid the prying eyes, and then walked towards the orphanage along the route in his memory.

After confirming that Andros was very familiar with this area, those glances quickly disappeared.

These guys will only attack anyone who wanders into this area.

...

By the way, can I use my wand to cast spells outside of school now?

Walking on the familiar yet unfamiliar path, Andros was constantly thinking in his heart.

To be honest, Andros himself wasn't entirely sure about this.

Although it is clearly mentioned in the original book that underage wizards cannot use magic outside of school, Harry was even almost expelled from Hogwarts because of this law.

But Andros still wanted to give it a try.

Because he had used spells many times in the Leaky Cauldron, but the people from the Ministry of Magic never came to him once.

It seems that these wonderful places with wizard activities are not within the scope of their surveillance.

Before the holiday, neither the professors nor Filch seemed to have emphasized this point, let alone issued any notice prohibiting the use of magic outside the school.

Maybe they forgot?

An idea popped into Andros' mind involuntarily.

If this is really the case, then your space will be huge.

He knew that officials from the Ministry of Magic would secretly place something called a trace on the bodies of young wizards to detect whether they were violating the law by casting spells outside the school.

However, Andros still doesn't know whether this thing was already applied to them by Mr. Ollivander when he bought the wand, or whether it was secretly placed on their bodies during school.

If it is the former, then there is no doubt that once you cast spells with a wand in a place where wizards do not live, you will be detected by the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic.

But if it's the latter, then does the fact that the professors didn't emphasize it mean that the trace silk has probably not been placed on them yet?

Perhaps, we can wait until the orphanage and find a chance to give it a try.

The worst I can do is get a warning, that's all.

Can Hogwarts expel me for one mistake?

The British Ministry of Magic should not engage in those shenanigans that are punished without teaching.

Standing in front of a familiar house, Andros put away his thoughts.

It was an old house with a height of three floors. Compared with the low brick houses around it, it stood out from the crowd. However, it looked very old. It was not difficult to see from the mottled walls that this house The old house has become as old as its owner.

The windows upstairs were bright, and the voices of some children could be vaguely heard from inside. Not only that, but two dim kerosene lamps were also lit at the closed door, vaguely illuminating the sign above, Feng's Orphans. hospital.

Perhaps because of his eagerness, Andros took a few steps up the steps. He knocked hard on the door, and the fierce knocking sounded far away in the dark night.

Andros knew that Grandma Nancy's hearing had become worse and worse in the past few years. If he didn't knock louder, she might not be able to hear what was going on outside at all.

"Who!"

After almost 5 minutes, along with the sound of a cane coming from far and near, an old voice came from behind the door. The voice revealed undisguised vigilance and vigilance.

Anyone who lives in such a place would not appreciate a sudden knock on the door in the evening.

Hearing this familiar voice, Andros couldn't help but feel timid.

As the saying goes, people are more timid when they are close to home. The more it came to this time, the more groundless fear he felt in his heart.

"Aunt Nancy, it's me, Ender!" he stammered.

"who?"

Well, it looks like I should shout a little louder.

"It's me, Ender!"

The door creaked open, and a thin old woman opened the door tremblingly, her face full of wrinkles.

Seeing Andros, Aunt Nancy pushed up her reading glasses on the bridge of her nose, which seemed to allow her to see more clearly.

Immediately afterwards, her expression gradually changed from the initial shock to a hint of anger.

"Ander? You are not studying hard at school at this time, why did you come back suddenly!"

"Don't tell me that you were expelled from school!"