Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Chapter 34 Professor Murray
“Boom—boom—boom—”

His heart was beating violently, his wet clothes stuck to his body, and the cold wind chilled him to the bone.

This was the closest Vader had ever been to death since his rebirth.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the first-year Harry Potter dealt with the pendant version of Voldemort as easily as playing a game in the plot, but that was because he was protected by the magic left by his mother. If it were the current Vader, even if he knew ten times more spells than Harry Potter, he would definitely die if he was discovered by Voldemort.

After his reincarnation, Vader was not too afraid of death. But he could accept that he died for a great purpose, or to protect the people he loved, but he could not accept that he died for such a ridiculous reason - because he accidentally heard the secret of the villain and was killed, dying silently like a cannon fodder.

Worried that he would run into Quirrell again after leaving here, Wade hid on this hidden platform for a long time. He fell asleep leaning against the wall unknowingly. When he suddenly woke up, he found that it was almost dawn and the sky was still very dark.

The Quidditch field was already empty. In the huge campus, there was only an adult wizard with silver-white hair walking by the Black Lake - probably a professor, but not Dumbledore, because Dumbledore also had a long white beard.

Wade didn't see the man's face clearly, but he didn't care, as long as it wasn't Quirrell. He stood up with the help of the wall, but felt dizzy and his body swayed involuntarily, and he almost lost his balance.

broken.

Wade said to himself, and reached out to touch his forehead - he didn't feel how hot it was, because his palm was also incredibly hot. As he breathed, the heat burned his nose, giving Wade the illusion that if he put an egg next to him, he could cook it with his own heat.

Wade climbed into the empty classroom through the window and dragged his exhausted body to the school infirmary. Most of the portraits in the corridor were sleeping, but there was also a young red-haired wizard who was lying on the picture frame in a daze. When he saw Wade, his eyes lit up and he asked curiously, "What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

"Why don't you go back to the lounge tonight?"

"Madam Pomfrey probably isn't up yet! Do you need me to wake her up for you?"

"Haha, I was kidding! There's no portrait of me in her bedroom."

"Why don't you talk? Pay attention to me! I'm bored when I'm awake alone."

Vader had no energy to pay attention to him, but the red-haired wizard was very determined to chase him through several frames, chattering all the time, and he didn't feel embarrassed when he didn't get a response. It was obvious that he must be an incurable chatterbox.

The red-haired wizard reluctantly gave up until there were no portraits in the long corridor ahead. He even shouted from afar: "You must not have many friends with your personality, right? Come find me when you get better! I can chat with you!"

Wade had a splitting headache from the fever and almost wanted to pry his head open. The wizard's nagging annoyed him and distracted most of his attention. By the time Wade noticed another sound of footsteps in the corridor besides his own, the sound was already very close to him!

——It’s almost just around the corner!!!

Vader suddenly stiffened.

He subconsciously tried to dodge, but his sluggish body didn't have time to react.

"thumping!"

Footsteps approaching...

"thumping!"

The world seemed to shrink before my eyes, my vision became blurred, but my hearing remained sharp.

"Bang!" A figure appeared from behind the corner.

"What's the matter with you, kid?" someone asked him.

But Wade's brain was like a rusty gear, and he didn't answer for a long time.

"Oh, you have a bad fever." The man pushed him gently. "Come with me, kid - come over here with me - fortunately my office is nearby."

The silver-white hair swayed in front of his eyes, looking a bit like Dumbledore, and Wade let down his guard.

……

A few minutes later, Wade held the empty cup, steam continued to come out of his ears, and stared at the wizard in front of him with a dull look, which made him look stupid.

The person who suddenly appeared in the corridor was not the Quirrell he was worried about, nor was it Dumbledore he thought it was, but a strange wizard. He looked at least eighty years old, wearing a dark blue robe, with short silver-white hair combed neatly, and no beard. It was worth noting that he wore a Muggle shirt and suit pants under his robes, and his tie was tied perfectly - it was generally difficult for wizards to do this - and a pair of strange-looking gold-rimmed glasses hung in his breast pocket.

At that time, the wizard appeared in the corridor and found that Wade was not in good condition, so he took him to the office and took out his own refreshing potion. It must be said that the effect was much better than the potion in the school clinic. After Wade drank it, his groggy head immediately became much clearer. Except for the ears that were still steaming, everything else was fine, and he could see his environment clearly.

This is a round room, with more than a dozen magic lamps of different sizes lighting up the room as bright as day. There are many strange and interesting little things on the shelves and tables, including a golden hourglass that rotates slowly; a dozen small crystal balls strung on silver metal wires, with colorful lights that flicker as if they can breathe; and a very realistic manor on a cabinet nearby, with thumb-sized people and an even smaller dog living in it, who can even fetch water and cook.

There was also some Muggle technology in the room - a fridge, oven, TV, computer, washing machine, and even a disassembled car engine.

This was truly the strangest room Vader had ever seen.

The wizard who brought him was fiddling with a radio, and after a moment a woman's passionate voice came out of it -

"Good morning, dear listeners and busy wizards! A wonderful day begins with 'magic hour'. Today is still the show hosted by your favorite Glenda Chittock. First, let's enjoy the new song released by Celestina Warbeck - "You stole my pot, but you can't have my heart"..."

"Oh, luckily I missed it. This is my favorite radio program." The wizard muttered, turned his head and smiled kindly and asked: "Do you feel better, kid?"

"Yes, I'm much better now. Thank you for your help, sir." Wade asked cautiously, "Excuse me, who are you——"

"I'm the professor of alchemy, Terence Murray." Professor Murray smiled and said, "If you can achieve "excellent" in Charms, Transfiguration and Ancient Runes in the fifth-year OWLs exams, and achieve good or above in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology and Potions, you can take my class in the sixth year. You like alchemy very much, don't you, kid?"

He looked down and found that "On the Diversity of Species" was half exposed from his bag. He put the book back and said, "Yes, professor, I am teaching myself alchemy."

"It may be a little too early for you. You should start with the basics, such as the Magic Syllabary."

"I have memorized the entire 'Spelling Table of Magic', sir. Also the 'Collection of Magical Symbols', the 'Dictionary of Runes', and the 'Easy Introduction to Ancient Magical Writings'. I have also read 'Introduction to Alchemy' and 'Analytical Alchemy' by Mr. Nicolas Flamel."

Professor Murray was stunned.

　Hogwarts has an alchemy course for sixth graders and above, but the author has not found the name of the alchemy professor. Terrence Murray and the elective requirements for the alchemy course were set by the author himself.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)