Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Although these spells cannot be maintained for long, they will not change back within three to five days, which is enough for them to use.

Before going to bed, several people talked about the portraits that looked like living people.

"I wonder how Mrs. Black is doing." Ryan said with some concern: "Wouldn't it be more exciting to let her see Mr. Regulus's body?"

"She knew about Regulus's death a long time ago," Vader said, "so... finding his body would be a comfort to her, right?"

After a long time, Ryan murmured, "How pitiful... He died at such a young age... His death brought so much pain to his family..."

Michael didn't want to talk about these things that made people feel bad, so he just picked a topic: "These portraits in the Black family are really completely different from those in school."

He said: "Before I came, I thought I would hear some ancient stories from them... When I first met them, I thought they were all crazy. But when Mr. Phineas came, they seemed to become normal again."

"Because we are not pure blood, they don't want to talk to us nicely?" Wade guessed: "If it was Malfoy who came as a guest, maybe they would welcome him politely."

Several people laughed.

They do not feel resentful or inferior because of this. Instead, they think it is ridiculous to decide one's attitude based solely on one's bloodline.

Michael also laughed, "So as soon as Mr. Phineas left, they fell asleep again?"

"This may have nothing to do with attitude, it just has to be this way."

Theo said: "I heard my grandfather say that the magic of a portrait comes from three aspects - the magic of the portrait itself, the spell cast by the painter, and the magic of the building where the portrait stands."

"Generally speaking, as time goes by, the magic of the portrait will become weaker and weaker, and all we can see is that the person in the painting falls into a long coma until one day he or she can no longer wake up."

"But if the magic of the building is abundant and active, the magic of the portrait will be replenished and last longer."

“So the portraits of Hogwarts appear more active,” Michael concluded thoughtfully, “but those from a long time ago also spend most of their time sleeping.”

"So the Black family portraits usually don't open their eyes unless they are woken up by Mrs. Black."

Ryan said: "Sirius went to prison, Regulus died, the house fell into disrepair... they died along with the house."

Wade didn't say anything, he thought of Griffiths unexpectedly.

That portrait was one of the most active he had ever seen. Not even the former headmaster of Hogwarts would break into someone else's portrait or even beat someone up as he pleased.

Of course, a lot of this may be a matter of personality.

But judging from Griffiths' usual words, he lived at least several hundred years ago.

Wouldn't he get weaker, or would he be able to get a constant supply of magical energy from Hogwarts?

Vader had some guesses in his mind... but he wasn't quite sure.

……

A lot of things happened that day, and many people tossed and turned all night and couldn't fall asleep, but Wade's biological clock still made him fall asleep on time and wake up at the set time.

Wade opened his eyes and put his hands on the bed. The next second, the top of the alarm clock on the cabinet cracked open, and a small yellow bird emerged from the middle, opened its mouth and called -

Before it could even scream, Wade pressed it down.

Without getting up, Vader pointed the tip of his wand directly at his heart and whispered, "Amado, Animaud, Animagus!"

thump!

Wei De suddenly opened his eyes, thinking that he was wrong.

thump!

He suddenly felt a second heartbeat in his chest, so strong that he could almost hear the sound of his heart hitting his ribs.

thump!

Wei De was so surprised that he almost shouted out loud.

He turned around to share his joy with the people around him, but saw that Michael and the others were fast asleep.

Wade suppressed his voice, picked up the bag beside him and walked out of the bedroom quickly. He came to the living room, sat on the sofa in front of the fireplace, took out the friend book, opened the first page, and wrote a line of words in a flamboyant manner by the firelight:

【I feel the second heartbeat! 】

After a while, the friend book became slightly hot, and new words kept appearing -

[Fiona: Great! ]

[Ferdinand: Is it the heartbeat required to practice Animagus? ]

[Fiona: Nonsense! Who else could it be?]

[Fiona: My son is awesome! Come home early and I'll prepare a celebratory meal for you! ]

[Vade: OK]

[Ferdinand: All your hard work has finally paid off, and you deserve it! But don't let up, don't forget that many people fail before they succeed.]

[Fiona: Of course Vader understands! He is the most self-aware kid in the world! Vader, the next thing is to wait for a stormy weather, right?]

[Ved: Yes. Some people have to wait a long time for the right weather.]

[Fiona: Don't worry, we'll check the weather changes over the years! ]

There is no further information in the Friends Account.

Wade could almost imagine his mother dragging his father out of the warm bed with her hair loose, moving newspapers from previous years to the front of the fireplace, flipping through them one by one to record the daily temperatures in different places.

He thought there was no need to go through so much trouble. Just because it rained last year didn’t mean it would rain this year. All he could do was wait patiently.

He also wanted to say that there might be a more convenient way to look up these information, such as asking the Meteorological Bureau, or perhaps there might be relevant content on the Internet.

But Wade picked up the pen several times, but finally smiled and put it down again.

Why show off your intelligence at this time? Ferdinand may not be unaware of this, but he still accompanies Fiona in flipping through old newspapers.

Giving to the one you love is a kind of happiness in itself.

"Are you in touch with your girlfriend?"

A voice suddenly sounded in the room.

Wade was startled to find another person in the living room. He was sitting in a corner away from the fireplace, almost like part of the shadow.

"Sirius?" Wade said in surprise, then remembered what he had just said and said, "No, it's my parents."

Sirius leaned back on the sofa and said, "It looks like you have a happy family."

Wade was curious: "How did you know that?"

"You were always laughing."

Sirius stretched out his hand and drew an arc at the corner of his mouth, and said tiredly: "Just like when James first fell in love, it's very contagious and makes people want to laugh with you unconsciously."

Wade subconsciously touched the corner of his mouth and smiled unconsciously. Suddenly thinking of the tragedy of the Black family, he put away his smile and asked, "You didn't sleep all night?"

"Yeah." Sirius looked up at the ceiling. "I wanted to talk to my mother, but she only cared about whether Regulus' funeral was decent enough, and she didn't want to say anything else to me."

Vader was silent for a moment, then asked, "Regulus left no portrait?"

"No." Sirius said, suppressing the pain: "He was still very young when he died... Magical portraits are different from photos. Wizards generally don't make portraits casually."

"Perhaps you could have someone make a portrait of Regulus?" Vader suggested. "It might not be too...active. But it would be a comfort to Mrs. Black."

——It is also a comfort to you.

Wade thought.

Sirius was stunned for a moment, then said, "That's a good idea... I remember my mother kept all the teeth that Regulus replaced when he was a child. There should also be his hair and blood... Using these as raw materials, perhaps the portrait can be closer to the real person."

He thought absentmindedly for a while, and suddenly said, "Weide, I want to thank you."

I have something to do tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, so I might need to take a leave.

Chapter 205 Funeral [Two in One]

Wade was stunned for a moment, then said, "I also saw the Black family's library yesterday. It's very desirable. Just don't feel bad when I borrow books from you."

Sirius smiled: "You can move away, I'd love to!"

He paused, but did not pass on the topic with a joke, but brought up the previous topic again -

"Leave Azkaban, find Regulus, prepare for the funeral, and finally calm my crazy mother down..."

Sirius recounted these recent events and smiled bitterly:

"No matter why, you have helped me so much. Some of my collections of books cannot repay me for what I have received from you, not even one tenth... Wade, what can I do for you?"

Wade thought for a moment and said, "Can I ask you a question?"

"of course."

Sirius tilted his head back and took a sip of beer with a very cool movement.

"Why did you break up with your parents and fight against Voldemort? I have looked up information. When Voldemort was at his most powerful, many people believed that he would not be defeated. Only a very few people dared to risk their lives to fight him."

When Sirius frowned, Vader seemed not to notice and continued:

"If you don't do that, you can inherit the Black family's fortune. With your status and strength, you will definitely be appreciated by Voldemort. Given the situation at the time, that seemed to be the 'smart' choice."

"Why? Is that even necessary?" Sirius raised his eyebrows and said, "Just to stand up for the right thing and save innocent lives."

Wade smiled: "After you saved someone, did you also ask them to repay you?"

Sirius was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

He raised the beer bottle in his hand and said nothing more.

He will remember the favor, but there is no need to mention it over and over again.

But the feeling of being recognized for what you insist on is always different.

In his mind before, [Vade Grey] was Harry's friend, a student that Lupin valued, and someone he owed a lot of favors to and needed to repay.

But after today, he saw through those labels and saw the real Vader.

……

With the funeral approaching, a group of people spent five days cleaning the house, disinfecting it, replacing or repairing furniture, decorating the garden, and preparing for the ceremony.

Cleansing and repairing spells cannot solve all problems, and are even less effective against old, magical stains.

Percy was forced to ask his mother for advice. Mrs. Weasley, as an experienced housewife, recommended several cheap and easy-to-use magical cleaning agents and some cleaning tips.