Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Chapter 38 Learning to Understand Control
Ever since he overheard Quirrell's conversation with the pendant version of Voldemort, Wade stopped going to those remote corners. When he didn't have classes, he spent most of his time in the umbrella house. Fortunately, Michael's enthusiasm for Quidditch finally cooled down - probably because Ravenclaw lost to Hufflepuff in the game, and two students were injured, which made him feel that Quidditch was not so interesting anymore.

During the Defense Against the Dark Arts course, Wade paid special attention to Quirrell. When facing students, Professor Quirrell was still the timid and pitiful Quirrell. When a naughty student asked about the fall on the stands, he just said awkwardly and stammered: "I-I didn't notice-it seemed-it seemed-someone pushed me-"

The students all had expressions of disbelief on their faces - which student would dare to play a prank on a professor? They all thought that it must be Quirrell who was too excited and lost his balance, but they were too embarrassed to admit it.

Of course, no one would suspect Wade of this matter. In everyone's mind, he has always been the representative of a good student - respecting professors, studying hard, never causing trouble, and being a typical Ravenclaw.

After class, Padma quickly packed her bag, ran over excitedly and asked, "Doing homework in the umbrella room?"

Quirrell's teaching level is not that good, but his ability in assigning homework is almost on par with Professor Snape. Every time the students have to write a paper that is more than a foot long, even Ravenclaw students will have a headache.

But after studying at the Umbrella House for a while, Padma felt like she had mastered the code of writing papers and even enjoyed it. Perhaps it was because after finishing her homework quickly, she would see those classmates who were complaining about how much homework they had and how difficult it was to write, and the inflated sense of superiority would bring her great joy.

Wade saw her chatting with people in the auditorium more than once.

"How much homework do you have left?"

"Huh? There's still so much to write? I finished the paper in just 40 minutes yesterday. It seemed pretty easy. How come you haven't even written the beginning? Didn't you pay attention in class?"

After a few times, no one wanted to talk to her anymore, and Padma always stayed with her sister. But from Parvati's expression, she tolerated Padma's show-off just to borrow her homework "reference".

Wade wanted to persuade her not to be so Versailles all the time, but Michael stared at the smile on Padma's face at the other end of the long table and said, "Don't you think she's cute like this? It's like her face is full of words like 'Am I awesome?' and 'Come and praise me'——"

He couldn't help laughing: "Silly and smart - just like a little kid."

... ok.

Vader swallowed what he was about to say.

He wondered if he was too old-fashioned and too realistic in his thinking, so he didn't know how to appreciate the silly cuteness of this little girl.

At this time, Padma was looking forward to going to the Umbrella House happily, but behind her, Michael was winking at Wade and making hints.

Wade glanced over there, then turned his gaze back and said, "You go ahead. I have some questions to ask Professor Flitwick."

Michael was overjoyed and gave a thumbs up and bent it twice to express his gratitude.

Padma was a little disappointed: "-Okay."

The two of them left together, and Wade packed up and walked to the seventh floor.

He was not deliberately creating an opportunity for Michael, but he really had something to find Professor Flitwick.

Professor Flitwick's office was on the seventh floor. Normally, no students would climb up to such a high floor, so it was very quiet. In the long corridor, only the portraits were mumbling from time to time.

In fact, Wade had never seen a portrait as active as Griffiths. Most of the portraits in the castle just stretched or turned their heads, and some had never been seen leaving their portraits. For example, Miss Claudia.

Vader came to an oak door with an eagle carved on it. It saw Vader, flapped its wings, and said as if to itself, "Ved Grey is here to visit."

After a moment, it said again: "Allowed to enter."

The oak door slid open and Vader stepped inside.

Professor Flitwick's office was designed in the same style as Ravenclaw Tower - the room was an arched structure with thirteen windows around it, from which one could see Ravenclaw Tower and Owl Tower. The sunlight shone through the colored glass, casting colorful shadows on the ground.

Most of the furniture in the room was small, just right for Professor Flitwick's height. The only thing that was particularly magnificent was the bookshelves, with hundreds of books stacked from floor to ceiling, and thick piles of parchment on the floor, most of which were notes compiled by Professor Flitwick himself, which he would sometimes lend to his favorite students. Wade had two of them in his bag right now.

"Oh, Vader."

Professor Flitwick's voice came from above his head. Wade looked up and saw that the professor was standing on a tall, automatically sliding ladder. The ladder shrank section by section until it became a low step, and Professor Flitwick jumped down directly from it.

He said happily, "I am very satisfied with your paper on the Softening Spell. My son, do you have any new questions today?"

"Yes." Wade took out the notebook he had borrowed before and said, "I have finished learning the entire Standard Spells: Level 3. I would like you to test my level."

"No problem, um... let's cast a happy spell first!" said Professor Flitwick.

In the following time, Wade demonstrated one by one more than a dozen spells that third graders would learn, and all of them were successful at once. Professor Flitwick was so excited that he almost fainted!

"Oh, Vader! Oh, Vader! You are an absolute genius!" He kept saying, "It's only been three months! I've seen you go from knowing nothing to where you are today! The progress is so fast! You can reach the level of OWLs in less than a year! You will definitely be something great in the future!"

Wade smiled and said, "Professor, I would like to continue borrowing the Level 4 textbooks and notes."

"Of course. I've been prepared for this! I knew you would be able to finish it before the Christmas holidays." Professor Flitwick waved his wand, and several books flew over from the table. It was the "Standard Spells: Level 4" that Professor Flitwick had used himself, as well as the materials he had consulted and the lesson plans he had prepared for teaching his students, as well as the excellent papers left by previous students.

Professor Flitwick has been teaching at Hogwarts for decades and has long since reached the stage where he only needs to bring a wand to class, but he has never thrown away the things he wrote in his early years. Instead, he has carefully sorted them out and kept them, and is still repairing them intermittently to this day.

Vader's eyes allowed him to quickly learn a spell, but the same fire spell could only be used by some people to light a cigarette, by others to light a bonfire, and by still others to burn down a city.

This is the difference in power.

As for control, some people's fire spells will inexplicably cause them to be charred black, while others can control the flames after they are ignited, allowing them to deform, burn, and extinguish at will.

The reason for this difference is not just the difference in magical power, but also the wizard's understanding of the nature of the spell.

Wade's eyes helped him "learn", textbooks and books in the library helped him "understand", but the information here from Professor Flitwick allowed him to touch the line of "control".

(End of this chapter)