Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Chapter 33 Secret
The weather has been getting colder recently, but the atmosphere in school has quietly become hotter - because the Quidditch season has begun.

Michael is a loyal Quidditch fan. He watched the Quidditch World Cup last year. The game lasted for five days and five nights. Michael told seven times how the Scottish team missed the victory and how the Canadian team won the championship.

Thanks to his endless explanations, even Wade was familiar with many famous teams, such as the German Heidelberg Hounds, the Bulgarian Vratsa Eagles, the American Fitchburg Sparrows, and the Chudley Cannons, which had lost their glory. There were also various Quidditch moves, such as the Eagle Head Attack Formation and the Plumpton Copy Technique.

But although Michael is familiar with all the difficult moves and wonderful performances on the field of Quidditch, when he gets on the broom, it is as if he is stepping on a landmine. His whole body is tense and cautious. His speed is only slightly faster than that of a running pony, and he will never rise to a height of more than ten meters.

Wade had always suspected that even in his second year, when they were allowed to bring their broomsticks into school, Michael would have to climb the stairs to get back to his dorm—because the Ravenclaw tower was several times the height of ten meters.

Because Michael always couldn't help talking about Quidditch, and the topics he talked about were all parts that Wade neither understood nor was interested in, so he started to avoid Michael recently - perhaps only after the Ravenclaw vs. Hufflepuff match was over, Michael could become a little more normal.

Hermione has become busier recently, and there are a few more Quidditch-related books on her desk-because Harry is about to participate in his first game in his life, and he is so nervous that he can't eat all day. Their relationship has started to improve recently, and Hermione's way of caring about her friend is to try to find ways to help him from books.

Wade thought Michael could talk more with Hermione. One of them liked to talk, and the other liked to listen. It was a perfect match. It was a pity that the two schools had different schedules, so most of the time it was Wade who was forced to listen to the "Quidditch Match Review Broadcast". But recently, Padma had come along, and when she and Michael were chatting animatedly, Wade could finally have some peace and quiet.

Hogwarts Castle is a huge complex of buildings, and it is very easy to find an empty corner here. Wade found an empty classroom on the sixth floor near the library. There is a small platform outside the classroom window, which is a secret place Wade recently discovered. The platform is surrounded by taller buildings, which is hidden and windproof. It will not be seen from other people's windows anywhere, and the view is also very good - you can see the Quidditch field and the forbidden forest in the distance.

Several tiny figures were flying around the Quidditch pitch, looking like a few hardworking bees from afar. Judging from the flash of golden red, it should be the Gryffindor team training.

Speaking of which, Hermione told a story in the Umbrella House yesterday - recently, the captain of the Gryffindor team, Wood, got angry in the lounge because he had previously asked the entire school to keep the fact that Harry Potter joined the team a secret, wanting to use this as a secret weapon, but now it seems that everyone in the school already knows about it. Wood believed that someone had leaked the secret, and stared at the little lions with sharp eyes every day, trying to find the "spy", and ended up making several girls cry - because they were dating people from other colleges.

But in fact, this matter is obvious. The Gryffindor team has to train three times a week, no matter how bad the weather is, they never take a break. Every time at this time, Harry Potter suddenly disappears, and then appears exhausted after the training. After repeating this several times, anyone would guess that he has joined the Gryffindor team. Moreover, they fly so high that there will always be one or two students with good eyesight who can recognize him.

Wade stared at the court in the distance for a while. The flying figures looked messy. He couldn't see any formations like "Figure 8" or "Eagle Head Attack". He shook his head, not knowing whether it was because of his poor vision or the poor level of the players over there.

In comparison, alchemy is much more interesting.

With a wave of his wand, several small blue fireballs appeared out of thin air, emitting waves of warmth. Wade took out the book "On the Diversity of Species" that he had borrowed from the library from his schoolbag, and turned the stone pillar on the platform into a cushion, sitting against the wall and reading.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly heard footsteps. Wade didn't pay attention to it at first, but after reading two lines of words, his heart suddenly jumped.

There was a faint stench of garlic in the air.

Before his brain could react, Wade subconsciously canceled the fire magic and the transfiguration spell, stood up silently and quickly, and stood behind the raised bricks against the wall.

"What are you looking at……"

A sharp voice was speaking, the voice was very soft, but it was full of gloom and irritability, as if it was speaking right next to his ear. Wade almost thought that he had seen him before, and that this sentence was spoken to him. Fortunately, when he hesitated for a moment, another timid voice took over the conversation -

"It is Harry Potter, my Lord," said the voice. "He is practising with his mates on the Quidditch pitch."

Wade immediately realized that this was Quirrell and his head pendant Voldemort - they were just across the wall from him!

He held his breath and subconsciously shrank back, not daring to even breathe.

“——Harry Potter?” Voldemort said the name resentfully, and whispered, “Yes, the boy who lived… the savior of the wizarding world… when I was only a shadowy ghost, he stepped on my dead body and became a big star, right? I guess Dumbledore must have high hopes for him!”

Quirrell's mood was probably similar to Wade's. He huddled together and dared not speak.

"Kill him! Quirrell." Voldemort ordered grimly, "Kill him while he is in the spotlight!"

"But, but Master - I can't do anything with Dumbledore around - you said we must not attract Dumbledore's attention -" Quirrell stammered, looking terrified.

"Are you questioning me, Quirrell? How dare you disobey my orders?!"

Voldemort did something that made Quirrell groan in pain.

"No - I dare not - I obey - I obey - Master, I obey any of your orders - please spare me -" Quirrell growled and begged in a low voice, rolling on the ground.

But Voldemort did not stop immediately. After the torture continued for a while, Voldemort "mercifully" let him go.

"Use your brain, idiot." Voldemort finally said in a malicious voice: "He wants to participate in the Quidditch game... flying fifty meters in the air... even if he falls off his broom, no one will doubt you, a coward who can't even speak clearly. They will only think that it is because of his poor skills. It's not surprising that this kid who doesn't even know a few spells is killed by falling."

"Yes—yes—I see—I'll do it—" Quirrell said, trembling and lying on the ground with tears streaming down his face.

After a long while, Wade heard the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor get up from the ground, tidy up his clothes, probably wiped away his tears, and then walked away with heavy steps.

Only then did Wade let out a long breath, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

(End of this chapter)