Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Chapter 115 I am a Werewolf

When he arrived at the farm, Harry was immediately surrounded by everyone, and Steven also enthusiastically prepared a sumptuous dinner.

"So, what happened?"

Theo asked after they finished their meal.

Holding a glass of pumpkin juice, Harry told the story of what happened to him - at the beginning of the summer vacation, the Dursleys took away all his magic-related things.

But at that time, he could at least move around freely, until he met a house-elf who called himself "Dobby".

"He said something terrible would happen at Hogwarts and he wouldn't let me go back."

Harry said this in amazement. Even now he still felt that day was absurd.

"He said he wanted to protect me, and for that he not only intercepted the letters you sent me, but he also used a levitation spell to upset the dinner Aunt Petunia was preparing for the guests, and ruined Uncle Vernon's business."

Under the concerned and nervous gazes of Hermione and others, Harry tried to express the matter in a relaxed tone.

"Then I received a warning from the Ministry of Magic and was locked up... well, until Vader and Mr. Lupin came to rescue me."

"That's weird." Theo frowned. "Without the master's order, house elves should not act on their own or use magic."

"Who could have done this?" Hermione asked, looking around.

"It has to be Malfoy!" said Harry. "He hates me."

The few of them discussed the evil deeds of the Malfoy father and son for a while, and Michael noticed that Wade had not expressed any opinion.

When everyone started to yawn, Weed said, "Go to bed. The farm is under a spell, and no house-elves can enter without permission."

Harry nodded, and he gradually began to agree with everyone's opinion - Dobby was sent by Malfoy to tease him, and it would be a fool to take his words seriously.

Everyone went back to their bedrooms, and Michael stayed behind.

"Vade," he asked, "are you still thinking about the house-elf's warning?"

"What do you think?" Vader asked.

Michael thought for a while before saying, "I don't have a house elf at home, but I've heard from my father that... according to the nature of this creature, all its actions should be driven by its master."

"But..." Michael changed the subject and said, "I think that nothing is absolute when it comes to things that have their own ideas."

"It's rare for a house-elf to betray or even murder its master, but it does exist."

"But there's nothing to worry about." Michael said naturally, "Dumbledore is here!"

At this time, Michael's admiration for Dumbledore can be said to have reached its peak.

Although he never said it, he was worried for most of the last year, fearing that the mysterious man would kill the students at some point.

But later results proved that the devil who once cast a terrifying shadow over the British Isles was just a chess piece on Dumbledore's chessboard.

Is there anything scarier than a mysterious man?
"Yes." Wade nodded: "I hope Hogwarts will be safe this year."

Michael went to bed, and before going upstairs, he looked back.

Wade sat by the window flipping through a newspaper, with a flickering candle flame beside him. The silvery moonlight sprinkled on his body, like a coat.

An owl flew across the night sky.

Wade fixed his eyes on an advertisement in the newspaper -

Gilderoy Lockhart will sign and sell his autobiography, "The Magical Me", in Diagon Alley.

……

In the bedroom, even though Harry was extremely sleepy, he still opened the friend's book which he had not seen for a long time.

This one connected him, Ron, and Hermione.

Harry didn't receive any birthday wishes and thought he had been forgotten by his friends. He was extremely depressed.

But after Dobby showed up, Harry realized that they had actually sent him gifts, but they were intercepted by the damn house-elves, so he naturally regained his confidence.

Hermione was at Graling Farm, and Harry felt that he should also let Ron know that he was safe and let him know that it was not that he didn't want to contact them, but that he had no choice.

He had just said hello in the friend account when Ron's messages popped up one after another. [Ron: Thank Merlin, you are still alive! ]

[Ron: Why haven't you replied to my messages? I invited you twelve times. Dad said you used magic in front of Muggles and received a warning from the Ministry of Magic...]

[Ron: Are you okay? I'm going to steal my dad's car and pick you up, and Fred and George will come with me.]

He wrote so quickly and in such a hasty hand that every time Harry tried to reply, Ron's next sentence would appear on the parchment.

Seeing the last sentence, he was startled and replied quickly:

【Harry: No thanks.】

【Harry: I've left the Dursleys.】

【Ron: What happened? 】

Harry now had time to explain it to him slowly, and also told Ron everyone's speculations.

Suddenly, he heard a few "bang bang bang" sounds on the bedroom window. He looked up and saw Hedwig standing outside the window, staring at him seriously.

Harry opened the window and Hedwig came walking in, then placed a fresh dead mouse on the table and nudged it towards its owner with her paw.

"For me?"

Harry didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Thank you, good girl...but I don't eat mice, you can eat it yourself..."

……

Life at Graling Farm was very interesting.

Everyone followed Steven and learned how to take care of the crup's baby, rescue the fairy that was entangled in vines, and went to the lake to watch the horse-headed and fish-tailed sea monster leisurely playing in the water with its foal.

They collected the feces of the moon beasts in the early morning by stepping on the dew, exchanged food with the juice of the tentacles of the Mothra rats, and placed chicken and fresh fish near the cat-cat caves in the evening.

"It usually hunts on its own, but now it's lactating," Steven explained to them. "If there's not enough food, it might abandon one or two skinny cubs."

The young wizards could occasionally pick up some feathers dropped by the Silent Bird from the bushes, which were the raw materials for making truth serum and recollection potion, and could be sold for a lot of money. Steven generously said that they could take away anything they picked up.

In the afternoons, they did their homework, practiced spells, and sometimes flew around the farm on their broomsticks.

A few days passed in a flash, and the young wizards returned home through the Floo Network. Lupin also prepared the new house and took Harry away.

Before that, he confessed one thing: "Harry, Wade, I... I am a werewolf."

He didn't want to tell anyone about this, but after thinking it over, he felt that he shouldn't hide it.

"Werewolf?" Harry was confused.

It's not that he didn't know about werewolves, but he had no real sense of how dangerous they were.

Vader nodded: "I know."

"you know?"

Lupin was surprised at first, then smiled bitterly: "No wonder you never contacted me on the night of the full moon. I never thought of it..."

He looked at Harry and explained, "I was bitten by a werewolf when I was a child, so I became a werewolf."

"But I promise you will be safe. I will leave the house before the full moon every month. And I will always take the wolfsbane potion..."

After getting the job from Wade, he finally had enough money to buy wolfsbane potion, a magical potion that allows a werewolf to remain sane after transforming.

"Of course." Lupin was worried that Harry would mind, so he said quickly, "In fact, you can also live at Graling Farm. I asked Mr. Murray, and he welcomes you to live here until the start of school."

"I'll go with you." Harry held his hand and said firmly, "I believe you won't hurt me!"

He had been looking forward to a place of his own for too long. Even a werewolf could not make him afraid or retreat.

……

"Get ready, Wade." After a quiet day on the farm, Steven said happily, "We will visit Mr. Scamander tomorrow. I have already made an appointment with him."

(End of this chapter)