Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Chapter 96 Memory
Newly born animals almost all have a natural sense of cuteness, and even the bald Norwegian Spinosaurus is no exception - when the little guy spreads its wings and waves its claws and teeth on the table, it does not have the intimidating feeling of an adult fire dragon at all, but instead seems to be acting coquettishly.

But when it opens its mouth and reveals its long, fangs, the cuteness quickly disappears and the threat quietly rises.

But in Hagrid's eyes, this little dragon, which was not even as big as his palm, was so cute. He quickly claimed the identity of the dragon's mother, and lovingly touched the little dragon's head and touched his wings. Then, the little dragon sprayed a ball of angry fire at him.

"Look, it can breathe fire!" said Hagrid proudly, flicking the sparks from his beard.

"Hagrid," Hermione said worriedly, "How fast do Norwegian Spinosauruses grow?"

"Oh, it doesn't grow very fast," said Hagrid fondly. "But it will only be about 50 feet when it's a full grown man."

"Fifty feet!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Yes—it's really tiny now, isn't it?"

Hagrid didn't understand Hermione's worries at all. He took a bucket of brandy from the corner, took out the chicken blood he had prepared in advance, and asked, "Who of you wants to try to feed it?"

Harry and Ron raised their hands in unison, while Hermione leaned back in an obvious refusal.

Wade was also interested at first, but when he saw the two men were so excited, he put his hand down and warned them, "Be careful - its teeth are poisonous."

Hagrid first demonstrated how to feed the cats himself, and then handed the glorious task to the Gryffindor duo.

Wade watched for a while, satisfied his curiosity, and then asked to leave - mainly because Hagrid made the hut too hot in order to hatch the baby dragons, and he was sweating after staying in it for a few minutes.

After a while, Hermione also came out. Wade waited for her and said, "I thought you were going back to the Gryffindor common room with Harry?"

Hermione said, "That's what I thought. But I think... well... we should give them some space to talk it out."

……

In the cabin, Harry and Ron didn't look at each other, and took turns feeding the little dragon, cooperating tacitly without interfering with each other. Hagrid was chattering about his love for the little guy and thinking hard about what to name it.

"Maybe I should look in a book - there's always an answer in a book." Hagrid muttered, and found an old book on his cupboard full of bottles and tin kettles, and flipped through the pages with his thick fingers to find a suitable name.

Harry was feeding the dragon absentmindedly and didn't notice that he was a little slow, so the little guy opened his mouth and bit him without hesitation!
"careful!"

Ron slapped Harry's hand away so hard that a spoonful of brandy spilled onto the table.

The little Charmander was breathing angrily at its keeper and was about to spit out a fireball. Harry quickly pushed the remaining chicken blood brandy over to it and let it drink it.

The jet-black little fire dragon fell into the wine, fluttering around in panic, and soon found that there were delicious foods all around, so he buried his head and drank it attentively. The two of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and the atmosphere that was deliberately pretending to be indifferent naturally eased.

Harry hesitated for a moment, and finally said what had been on his mind for several days: "Ron, I've always wanted to say... I actually wanted to ask a question the other day, but the club's rule is that unless everyone agrees, you can't introduce other people to join. I thought... it would be better if I asked other people's opinions in private first, and then brought it up..."

Of course, the first person he asked rejected his attempt, which Harry didn't think he needed to say now. Ron exhaled, and his tense shoulders relaxed: "You know what I thought? I thought you made some cool friends and started to distance yourself from us..."

In fact, Ron was also having a hard time during this period. Malfoy even mocked him: "Why, did Harry Potter finally realize that some people are simply not up to the standard and dumped him? I have to say, although he is also stupid, he finally made the right decision."

Ron was so angry that he had another fight with Malfoy, and now his ribs were still aching. But compared with the physical pain, it was more sad that his friends were drifting away.

"No! Of course not! How could that be?" Harry was surprised and quickly denied it, saying, "You are the first friend I ever made!"

Ron smiled immediately and asked curiously, "What do you usually do in that club?"

After asking this question, he felt relieved - he could finally ask this question calmly.

Harry explained to him, "SSC is a study group. We usually just write papers together. But after dinner, Wade will teach everyone some spells that haven't been taught in school yet, mainly Defense Against the Dark Arts. I recently learned the Disarming Charm and the Shield Charm. They are really difficult, and I was injured many times before I learned them. Do you want to learn? I can teach you."

"Is it okay?" Ron was a little nervous: "Will this violate the rules of the club?"

"No, Wade said that we can teach others...but the effect of my teaching may not be that good..."

……

For Wade, the changes in the friendship of elementary school students were not something he considered much. He had more important things to do now.

Early in the morning on the weekend, Wade came to the Room of Requirement and walked back and forth three times, concentrating his mind and thinking: I need a room with a Pensieve... I need a room with a Pensieve... I need a room with a Pensieve...

An ancient and narrow mahogany door appeared on the wall, and Videla opened it and went in.

This place looked like the home of an ascetic monk. There was only a simple wooden bed and a low stool in the room, and a half-man-high stone pillar next to it. A shallow empty stone basin was placed on it, with complex ancient magic words carved on the edge of the basin, and a circle of thumb-sized gems around it. The gorgeousness was out of place compared to this house.

This is the Pensieve, a magical item that can be used to preserve memories and thoughts, and even allow people to enter memories and recreate past scenes. It contains powerful and complex magic. Even Professor Murray admitted frankly that he could not make a Pensieve.

Vader pointed the wand at his temple, chanted the spell in a low voice, and concentrated on recalling the memories that had long been faded by time.

After a moment, he removed the wand, and a thin silver thread was pulled, extending from his temple, getting longer and longer. Wade gently rotated the wand, as if collecting spinning thread to roll it up. After winding it several times, the silver thread finally broke.

It floated gently on the tip of the wand like spider silk, and one end approached the Pensieve. Vader gently tapped the wand on the Pensieve, and the silver thread fell into it, slowly spinning like mist, emitting a faint glow.

This is... the memory of his past life that he had almost forgotten.

Vader took a deep breath and plunged into Silver's memories.

(End of this chapter)