Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Chapter 88 Practice, News

"boom!"

The light of the spell exploded, and Harry flew backwards, hitting the cushions against the wall directly, letting out a low groan.

When he looked up again, he was covering his nose and bright red blood was dripping.

"Oh, Harry!" Hermione cried, and hurried forward to ask, "How are you?"

"I hit my nose." Harry answered sullenly. He took some dichlorobenzene from the shelf by the wall, applied it to his nose skillfully, and wiped the blood off his face with a tissue.

Neville helped him retrieve his wand and Harry said, "Thanks, Neville."

The wound healed in a short while. Harry looked up and asked, "I think the Shield Charm I cast just now has some effect, doesn't it?"

"Indeed, my spell was a little off." Vader nodded in confirmation, then asked, "But it was too weak and didn't have the desired effect. Pay attention - 'Pro-tay-goh' (Iron Armor Protection), you should be more decisive when you pronounce it. This spell doesn't require too many techniques, all it requires is repeated training."

"I see." Harry took a deep breath, moved his wrists, and tightened his grip on his wand.

"continue?"

"Of course!"

Harry said decisively, standing firm, and waving his wand vigorously: "Armor!"

"Except your weapons!"

The lights of the spells collided again, and Harry's wand slipped out of his hand again.

"Has Harry been working too hard these past two days?" Michael asked Neville who had just returned. "I saw that he was injured several times today."

"Well, a little bit." Neville said vaguely: "Shall we continue practicing the Disarming Charm?"

"Listen to me, Neville - there is no end to learning spells. Only by learning to rest can you learn better -" Michael sat on the ground and didn't want to move. He said lazily: "- You are not being hunted by the mysterious man, why are you working so hard?"

Among all the SSC members, Harry had made the most progress, except for Wade. He had already learned the Disarming Charm and the Shield Charm, but the invisible armor that protected him was still at the stage where it would break at the slightest touch. The one who made the slowest progress was Neville, who had not yet successfully cast a Disarming Charm.

But Michael knew that Neville actually worked harder than anyone else. Watching him fail again and again and get up from the ground again and again, Michael felt sorry for him.

Neville didn't say anything, just stood silently in the sparring position, and then looked at Michael silently.

Michael: “…”

He suppressed the discomfort as if his whole body was being scratched by ants, and forced himself to stay on the ground for another two minutes. Finally, he couldn't resist the condemnation of his conscience and got up from the ground.

"Why should I be here with you guys studying hard for fifth and sixth grade stuff?" Michael muttered, "I definitely won't come tomorrow night... I need a party, I need to play games... Even if I just sit in front of the fireplace and do nothing?"

Neville just laughed.

At first, he believed it, worried that Michael didn't want to be dragged to train by him anymore and would never come to the umbrella house again, so he trained for a while and rested for a while. But later, Neville found that Michael was always just talking, and he would still show up on time the next day.

"If he doesn't come, you won't have a partner. Or we can take turns practicing, but one person will always be left alone." At the end of the training, Hermione pointed out the reason why Michael did this: "He just wants to be lazy, but doesn't want to hold back those who are willing to work hard."

Neville was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a little apologetic: "But I have never mastered the Disarming Spell... I am really sorry for his efforts."

"Yeah, that's weird—" Hermione frowned, not understanding: "Wade taught in detail, he said your movements and spells are fine, why can't you succeed?"

"Hermione," Harry interrupted hastily.

When a top student asks a poor student "Why can't you learn something so simple?", isn't that the same as saying "You are incredibly stupid?" Neville was not so sensitive. He looked down at his wand, lost in thought.

……

In the evening, after Wade finished washing up and came out of the bathroom with his wet hair, he saw a familiar house-elf standing in the room.

"McGee? Sit down."

Wade put down the wet towel, poured a glass of water for McGee and pushed it over, then poured himself a glass and drank it all in one gulp.

McGee didn't sit down. He leaned on the edge of the chair, holding the hot water he brought himself. His big eyes were wet. He said in a thin voice: "Weid Grey should not go to the Potions classroom tomorrow afternoon. The classroom is being used by other students."

Wade stopped moving and thought for a moment before putting the cup back in its place.

At lunch today, he sat near Prewett and pretended to casually talk to Padma, saying that he would go to Potions class tomorrow to practice the Shrinking Potion.

Originally, Wade was thinking whether he should pretend to be casual and mention it around the Slytherin students - now it seems that it is not necessary.

McGee, on the other hand, seemed to have learned some tricks to deal with bugs after the last conversation. He was shaking his body slightly, drinking water very carefully, and seemed very happy, with no intention of punishing himself for it.

Wade smiled and asked, "Are there any senior students?"

"No," McGee said. "Same as Weed Grey."

"How many students will be using the Potions room?"

"Uh..." The house-elf hesitated: "Six? Seven? Six?"

"Six or seven people... one of them may not go?" Wade asked.

McGee shook his head. "They thought she was one of them, but she wasn't."

"I see." Wade took out a small copy of the friend's book and handed it to McGee, saying, "I think you know how to use this. If it is inconvenient for you to go to the Potions classroom tomorrow, please let me know, okay?"

"Okay, McGee will do it - McGee is happy to help Weed Grey." McGee bowed happily and disappeared with the Book of Friends with a "pop".

……

"Wade, have you noticed--" In the History of Magic class, Michael looked around and lowered his voice and said, "Slytherin is a little weird today?"

"What do you mean?" Vader asked.

"Just now at the door, Zabini actually smiled at me. It was really scary." Michael rubbed his arms and said, "Are these guys planning something bad?"

Slytherin students have always had a bad reputation, but they stick together. Since the conflict between Wade and Malfoy in the corridor, other Slytherin students no longer greet them. Even in the classroom, the two sides are clearly divided and will not mix together.

However, the conflict between the two sides did not rise to the level of two houses, nor did they constantly cause trouble for each other like Gryffindor and Slytherin.

"Take away that 'maybe'." Wade lowered his voice and said, "They are planning to ambush me!"

"Ambush you...in the Potions classroom?" Michael suddenly realized, "No wonder you suddenly brought up the topic of potions yesterday... Are you planning to wait until they are ready before reporting to the professor? Or..."

He rolled his eyes and said excitedly in a lower voice: "Lead Professor Snape over there--"

(End of this chapter)