Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Chapter 85 Three Broomsticks
The subject of house-elves was not continued, as Hegra approached through the morning mist, harnessing the Thestrals to the carriage.

"Hello, Hagrid, thank you for preparing the carriage for us." Professor Murray said gently and politely.

"No problem, Professor!" said Hagrid cheerfully. "Glad to be of help - you're all right, kid."

He lowered himself to greet Vader.

"Good morning, Mr. Hagrid," Wade said, looking up.

The grey eyes looked cold and peaceful, making the superficial impression in Hagrid's mind suddenly become concrete.

"Oh, you're... you're... Vader from Ravenclaw, right? Harry told me that you..." Hagrid looked at him curiously, then asked in confusion: "Uh... you should be a first-year?"

He looked at Wade and then at Professor Murray, obviously troubled.

Although Professor Murray smiled, his tone left no room for doubt as he said, "Weid is my student. I will take him to Hogsmeade to study alchemy."

Hagrid scratched his hair.

Although he didn't understand why he had to go to Hogsmeade to learn alchemy... after all, he was only in the third grade at school and hadn't even learned the basics of magic thoroughly. How could he know what conditions were required to learn alchemy?

So Hagrid hesitated for a moment and did not raise any more questions. He patted the Thestral's neck soothingly, and seemed to whisper something to it, then said, "Professor Murray, Wade, you can get in the car. This kid will take you to Hogsmeade. When it's over, it will take you back."

"Okay, thank you, Hagrid."

Professor Murray said politely. He boarded the carriage first and then said, "Come on, Wade."

After both of them were seated, the carriage creaked out of the school, stepping on the thin mist and the morning light. Behind them, Hagrid pushed hard against the huge oak door and closed it.

The Thestral stretched its black wings from time to time, as if it wanted to fly, but in the end it still walked quietly on the road.

"Can you see the Thestrals?" Professor Murray suddenly asked when he saw where Wade's gaze was.

"Ah."

"Who did you see die?" Professor Murray asked, and then immediately added: "Oh, if you don't want to say it, you don't have to answer it."

"... a Muggle friend." After a long while, Wade said, "Many years ago, he fell ill and died... I watched that scene happen, and his parents were in pain and despair, but there was nothing I could do..."

His eyes were dark and somewhat empty, as if he was still immersed in the grief of the time.

Professor Murray patted his back comfortingly and said softly, "I understand - the death of a friend is like losing a part of yourself, but time will slowly heal everything... Maybe your friend's parents have also come out of the haze and even have new children."

"Well... maybe that's the case..." Wade was a little absent-minded and said softly: "I hope so..."

The carriage moved forward in silence, and Hogsmeade village gradually emerged from the mist.

Because it was not Hogsmeade weekend, the small village seemed very quiet, with only two or three people in wizard robes walking on the street. From a distance, they saw the Three Broomsticks.

The tavern's windows were filled with orange-yellow light, which looked warm and bright. Through the glass, one could see that there were many people inside, as if there were quite a few customers early in the morning. Wade jumped off the carriage and looked back.

"Go in, kid - I'll go in two minutes later." Professor Murray said as he sat in the car: "If everything goes well, I won't have to show up. But if that guy is late, don't hesitate, just fire him... Humph, just a werewolf... I'll introduce you to a better one."

The old man's protective and overbearing words made Wade laugh. He nodded and said, "Of course, I remember that, Professor."

When I pushed the door open, the sound of wind chimes rang out. The tavern was brightly lit in the morning, and two hungover wizards were lying on the table, probably asleep.

A graceful lady was standing at the bar, directing a rag to wipe the table herself. When she heard the sound, she immediately smiled warmly, but when she saw that the person was a student who was obviously not up to the height requirement, she walked over with some surprise.

"Child, isn't today the Hogsmeade weekend? Did you sneak out of school?" She walked over and asked seriously.

"I have an appointment to meet someone here. I have already applied to the professor." Wade said. He had already seen the wizard sitting in the corner. He nodded: "Excuse me, ma'am. Please give me a non-alcoholic drink."

After saying that, he walked towards the corner.

Remus Lupin, this man was even more haggard and older than he had imagined, and it seemed that he must have had a hard time in recent years. He looked at Wade approaching, his eyes gradually widened, and his originally calm face showed obvious astonishment.

"You...you are..."

"Weide Grey." Weide held out his hand and said, "I think my father should have introduced him to you?"

"Yes, yes..." Lupin shook his hand awkwardly, "He said you had some business that needed help, but I thought... uh... I thought you should be older..."

"I can understand that many people think first-year students don't know anything."

Wade said, choosing to sit opposite Lupin. The awkward thing was that the bar chairs were quite high, and when he sat on them, his feet were hanging in the air.

Wade supported himself on the chair, moved back, and looked at Lupin nonchalantly: "Let me introduce myself again. I am Wade Grey, the inventor of the Book of Friends, and a first-year student at Hogwarts. I think you also know that this invention has brought me considerable profits. I will have other cooperation with Aslan Magic Workshop in the future - ah, thank you, ma'am."

"Please enjoy."

The tavern owner, Ms. Rosmerta, smiled, put a glass of butter beer on Wade's table, looked at Lupin again, and then left. After Wade thanked him, he looked at the yellow color and cream-like foam and suddenly fell silent.

——Butterbeer is actually a non-alcoholic beverage?
What was it that knocked him down last time? Was it really just two chocolates with liqueur fillings?
— Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Butterbeer must contain alcohol, otherwise why would it be called beer?
Perhaps the lady did not hear his request clearly.

Wade retracted his gaze, recalled, and returned to the previous topic: "--So I need an agent to communicate with the Aslan Magic Workshop on my behalf. In addition, because my personal learning progress far exceeds what is currently taught in school, I also need a magic teacher."

Lupin thought about the content of the job advertisement: "-You want to learn the Patronus Charm? And the Animagus?"

"Not only that." Wade said, "There are also Disillusionment Charms, Apparition Charms, and memory spells, etc. I want to learn all the magic that I don't understand."

Lupin was silent for a moment, but still asked: "--including the Dark Arts?"

(End of this chapter)