Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Professor Flitwick suggested that you should occasionally put down your wand and read the magical theory in depth. When you pick up your wand again, you will find that it becomes more handy.

Learning magic is fun, but no matter what subject, theory is always boring.

Even though Wade is better at these things than most people, he still has to eliminate all distractions and calm down before he can read those difficult magic books one by one.

Of course, he actually had holiday homework, but that was the least of his worries, as Wade had finished it all the day before the holiday.

While immersed in the sea of ​​books, the Christmas holiday was coming to an end unknowingly, and Fiona began to prepare Wade's luggage for returning to school.

That day, when Wade went downstairs for breakfast, he saw that his father seemed to be in a good mood. He even took out a bottle of rum from the wine cellar.

——You know, Fiona usually doesn't allow him to drink before dinner.

"Get ready, your uncle Johnson is coming." Ferdinand said happily, "Remember their youngest son Khalil? You played well with him when you were little."

Wade skipped the topic about the naughty kid and asked:

"Uncle Landon Johnson? I thought you said his family moved to America."

"Yes. Before that... oh, half a month before you received the Hogwarts admission letter, their family moved to the United States and we have been out of touch since then."

Ferdinand adjusted his tie in the mirror and said:

"Langdon said before that he wanted Caryl to go to the same school as you! I said no, our Wade's grades are good enough to go to St. Paul's School, but Caryl might not be able to..."

"How could Khalil be just a little short? He's still a lot short!"

Fiona came out with the fried eggs and pouted her lips and said, "Luckily they moved. Otherwise, seeing that Wade didn't go to St. Paul's School, Mrs. Johnson would definitely ask a lot of questions."

“Don’t say that, dear,” Ferdinand said flatteringly. “Mrs. Johnson means no harm. She just likes to compare a little. And Langdon is a generous and kind person, you know.”

Fiona hummed a few times but said nothing.

Wade certainly knew Landon Johnson, who had been his father's business partner.

Although they later developed separately, Langdon took the initiative to give up some of his interests, and their relationship was not affected.

Rather, it could be said that without the involvement of interests, their friendship became even purer.

But Carril Johnson is hard to describe in Wade's opinion.

Perhaps because his mother is American, Khalil also has obvious American characteristics - enthusiastic, open, flamboyant and carefree.

Ferdinand always thought that Wade and Kalil were good friends, but in Wade's view, he was just tolerating a naughty child and helping to take care of the elders when they were not convenient.

Wade couldn't help but frown slightly at the thought of Khalil coming.

Fiona knew that Wade had a bad impression of Khalil, so she couldn't help but smile and said, "You don't have to be too enthusiastic, just don't be rude."

After the Gray family had breakfast, they cleaned the house. Wade put all the magic-related things into the closet and locked his bedroom.

Otherwise, given Caryl's habit of rummaging around, he might find a magic book or something. Then not only would Wade be in trouble, but the Johnson family might also be hit by a Forgetfulness Charm from the Ministry of Magic.

According to Wade's understanding, the Ministry of Magic can only be amazingly efficient when enforcing the Statute of Secrecy.

After finishing the cleaning and returning to the living room on the first floor, Ferdinand was so tired that he sat on the sofa to rest. After a while, he heard the sound of a car.

"Langdon and the others must have arrived."

Ferdinand immediately stood up to greet him, and when he looked up he was met with a pair of bean-like green eyes.

"Puppet!" Ferdinand shouted, "Fiona, your puppet is still wandering around in the living room!"

The doorbell rang.

"Oh my goodness! I forgot about them!"

Fiona hurriedly grabbed the Coco that had stuck its head out and hurriedly stuffed it onto the bookshelf.

"Don't move, don't make any noise!" Fiona whispered, "Do you understand? This is very important!"

Coco covered her mouth with her hands and nodded her little head seriously.

Fiona breathed a sigh of relief and just as she stood up, she saw the other two dolls wiping the vases nearby.

"Stop wiping it." Wade knocked on the shelf and said, "Stay still and don't move."

Ali and Lena, one holding a rag and the other holding a small broom, plopped down on the shelf, motionless, like two exquisite ornaments.

Ferdinand's enthusiastic voice could be heard from the hall:

"Langdon, long time no see...are you...are you okay?"

Fiona and Wade also headed for the door.

Ferdinand gave the person outside the door a big hug, patted him on the back, and then welcomed the person in.

Gray and his mother were both stunned.

Landon Johnson was once a chubby businessman with a delicate mustache, a gray hat in all weathers, and a lovely, cheerful smile on his face.

But at this moment, he looked so thin and haggard, with drooping corners of his mouth and deep dark circles under his eyes. It was obvious that he had not slept for a long time.

Only the familiar gray hat was still on his head.

But his wife, who was always talkative and had an overly ostentatious smile, did not come with him, and Khalil was nowhere to be seen.

"Good morning, Fiona, Wade."

Langdon took off his hat, greeted the two men, and handed over the things in his hand:

"Merry Christmas, Vader. This is your present, sorry he's a few days late."

Wade took his old suitcase and said confusedly, "Then...thank you?"

Langdon then realized what he had given Wade. He snatched the suitcase away and said awkwardly:

"I'm sorry. I made a mistake."

He turned and left the room, opened the car door, leaned in and rummaged around for a while, found a huge gift box, took it out, and handed it to Wade.

"This... this is the gift." He seemed to have just remembered it and said, "Congratulations on getting into St. Paul's School. You must be having a great time there, right?"

Wade took the heavy gift and found that it was a very expensive model car, but it was not suitable for him.

Wade suspected that Langdon probably only paid attention to the price when he bought it, and said something like "Give me the most expensive one" like a nouveau riche, and didn't pay attention to what he bought at all.

He thanked me politely and said, "Actually, I go to another school. Although my school is a little different from St. Paul's, school life is really interesting."

“Really?” Langdon nodded absentmindedly. “St. Paul’s is great! You must be very talented to go there. I wish Caryl could be like you.”

Vader blinked.

Ferdinand held Langdon's shoulder and asked, "Langdon, are you having any trouble?"

Langdon looked at him and suddenly burst into tears.

"Ferdinand, my friend, do you believe in magic?"

Chapter 210 The Forgetfulness Spell is Real

The Grey family was startled at the same time, and Fiona and Wade looked at each other.

Ferdinand's face was tense and he instantly increased the strength of his palms.

After a few seconds, he asked in a deep voice: "What's going on?... Why are you asking this suddenly?"

Langdon sat on the sofa with his head in his hands. After a long while, he said, "Do you know why we sold all our belongings and moved to the United States last year?"

"I remember... you said it was because your wife's uncle in the United States passed away... he left all his property to you..."

Ferdinand said nothing more. Now it seemed obvious that the Langdons had lied.

"I'm sorry, I lied to you."

Langdon said dejectedly, “There is no inheritance… The reason we moved was because Caryl received a letter… an acceptance letter…”

“Letter of acceptance!”

Fiona exclaimed. After several people looked at her, she quickly added to cover up:

"What kind of notice can make your whole family move away from the UK?"

Langdon smiled bitterly. "It's an acceptance letter from a magic school... something like Hogwarts..."

The expressions of Wade and the others changed to varying degrees, but Langdon didn't notice. He was immersed in telling his own story.

About a year and a half ago, one morning, Caryl found a strange letter in his mailbox at home. It was an admission letter from a school claiming to be "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry".

There was no stamp on the envelope, and no one knew how the letter was sent. The general assumption was that someone had secretly put it into their mailbox at night.

In Langdon's opinion, although the letter stated that a professor from the school would visit in two days and explain the admission matters, this must be a scam or some novel publicity method, just waiting to fool those who are not smart enough.

He thought so and told his family not to pay attention to it, but Khalil had a different opinion.

The eleven-year-old boy took the acceptance letter and ran to show off to his friends - he was special! He was going to be a great wizard!

The children naturally laughed at his fantasy and took it for granted.

But that night, a man in a black robe knocked on the Johnsons' door.

"He said that magic really exists. He demonstrated extraordinary skills in front of us... Without the help of any props, he made us float in the air. He also turned our coffee table into a spider..."

Langdon said in a daze, still immersed in the initial shock.

"And then?" Ferdinand asked, "He said he was the professor at Hogwarts? He came to prove magic to you?"

After saying this, he realized he was wrong.

If this had been the case, the Langdons would not have fled England in such a hurry.

Sure enough, Langdon shook his head.

"No... he said... he said magic is real, but Hogwarts is more than just a school... it's a base for training soldiers and brainwashing young wizards..."

Vader's expression suddenly became strange.

Who is that guy? His train of thought is so similar to Fudge's.

If the Minister of Magic could hear these words, he would surely regard him as a close friend, right?

"And then? What else did he say?"

Ferdinand demanded.