Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

"Igor Karkaroff, is the headmaster of Durmstrang."

As Sirius made some meaningless complaints, Lupin explained to the two young wizards.

"If you meet him in the future, be careful. Igor Karkaroff was once a Death Eater, but he betrayed the names of other Death Eaters and was eventually spared."

"So that guy can't be trusted at all. Durmstrang will be doomed if it is handed over to him."

Sirius then said:

"Most of the missing children are like Khalil. They accidentally displayed their powers, and soon after, black-robed wizards came to contact them."

"Under the coaxing and deception of the man in black robes, the family quickly decided to move to a new place, but halfway through, they forgot about their child. And no one knows where the child who was said to have moved has gone."

"Dumbledore contacted all the magic schools - Durmstrang in Northern Europe, Beauxbatons in France, Ilvermorny in the United States, Castrobus in Brazil, the Institute of Magic in Japan, Kodostoriz in Russia..."

"No result. None of them sent more students than scheduled, and they all came with a few less. Several schools and the Ministry of Magic decided to conduct a joint investigation and find out those guys who kidnapped the young wizards!"

Sirius finished the rest of the sentence in one breath, gulped down a glass of water, and then asked, "Knowing this, what do you think of it?"

"Could the missing people have been captured by the government or some big company?" Harry recalled similar TV dramas he had watched and said, "Maybe someone is using underage wizards to conduct cruel experiments."

"It's undesirable, but possible," said Sirius.

"Those guys may be rooted in the Muggle government, or have bribed some high-ranking Muggle officials."

Wade said: "They can get information about those little wizards. They must have a huge intelligence network - there is no one more convenient than the local government."

At that time, the Internet had not yet developed to its later extent, and people did not always carry a camera with them to take pictures of interesting or strange things and post them online at any time.

Therefore, being able to pay attention to these "strange events" in a timely manner should mostly rely on the power of word of mouth.

"It's very likely." Sirius showed an appreciative look: "But we can't determine who the problem is yet, because there are too many Muggles. So the Aurors have made a plan..."

"Dong dong!"

Lupin rapped hard on the table.

Sirius immediately realized that he had said too much and he immediately shut his mouth.

"What plan?" Harry demanded.

"Okay, okay, you should go back to school and sleep!" Sirius began to drive them away rudely: "You still have classes tomorrow, have you forgotten?"

The two had no choice but to go upstairs to the bedroom where the wardrobe was placed. After returning to Hogwarts, Harry was still muttering:

"I don't know what the plan is..."

"...bait?" Wade said suddenly.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Find a wizard to pretend to be an underage Muggle girl, pretend to be a magical riot and make some strange noises, and then see if those people will show up."

Harry was silent for a moment, then asked, "What wizard can pretend to be a little girl before the age of eleven?"

"Have you forgotten about the age-reducing potion?" Vader said, "And the Polyjuice Potion... Magic will always find a way."

……

Several wizards raised their heads together and took a big sip of the strangely colored liquid in the cup.

"How does it feel?" said the young wizard after distributing the potions.

Several wizards were speechless. They soon showed expressions of pain, and their bodies began to shrink like deflated balls.

With a pop, the eyeballs shrank back into the head, followed by the nose, mouth, and ears. The hands and feet suddenly retracted, becoming fat and small, and then the clothes slipped off and were held up like a tent.

A small hand came out from the pile of clothes. It felt around to the left, then to the right, and finally grabbed the wand, then retracted it.

After a while, the magic wand came out again and tapped on the surrounding clothes. The clothes immediately shrank, but also became very inconspicuous.

It seemed like just a moment, and several children appeared on the ground, with expressions of disgust or innocence on their faces. One of them asked blankly: "Are we going to be bait from now on?"

"Looks like it is."

A violet-haired girl said enthusiastically, taking the can of potion and giving one to everyone.

"Wait until the effect of the potion is about to wear off before using it." The Auror in charge of brewing the potion stood nearby and said in a hoarse voice, "Drinking it repeatedly will shrink it back to the embryonic shape."

But looking at how everyone was laughing, it seemed like no one took what he said to heart.

Then they dispersed in all directions.

Chapter 217 Harry: I hope they are okay

At night, Harry and Wade returned to Hogwarts through the Vanishing Cabinet.

The rest of their classmates would at best take advantage of the Hogsmeade weekend to hang out in the wizarding village for an hour or two and then return before the rest of the class went back to school.

Michael and his companions were sometimes recognized by students in their third year and above who were eligible to go to Hogsmeade, and everyone believed that they had found a secret passage that had not been discovered by Filch.

Considering their relationship with the Weasley twins, this was not surprising.

The brothers had sneaked into the Forbidden Forest in their first year, and had wandered around Hogsmeade before they were old enough.

Most of the senior students smiled tolerantly, or made some good-natured jokes, and sometimes even advised them not to go to the Three Broomsticks for the time being because several professors were drinking and chatting inside.

But there were also some students who were not on good terms with Filch and would secretly report them to him - everyone thought it must be Slytherin's fault.

During the last Hogsmeade weekend, Michael and Padma were on a date at Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, and were nearly caught by Filch -

That administrator actually went to Hogsmeade on the weekend as well!

You know, he usually doesn't want to get close to this wizarding village, but in order to catch a few sneaking students, Filch went from store to store.

Fortunately, Michael was very popular, and a student spotted Filch and hurried over to tell them. Several people hurried back to school and thus avoided being punished.

Filch was furious, but there was nothing he could do.

As we all know, at Hogwarts, as long as you don't get caught, you don't break the school rules.

But since then, they have moved up the time to return to school by one hour.

Today, only Wade and Harry fell behind because they had to learn magic.

When there were no classes, the castle's main building always seemed even more deserted, and when curfew approached, there was no one in the corridors.

Even Filch and Mrs. Norris would not come here, because on weekend nights, they would either keep track of which students did not return to the common room on time, or watch the students in the entrance hall to prevent them from bringing mud and water into the castle.

Coming out of the Room of Requirement, Wade took a look at the portrait of Silly Barnabas out of habit, and then heard Harry say:

"Once the decoy operation has produced results, Sirius will probably tell us, right?"

The young savior said sincerely: "I hope those missing children are okay."

Wade shook his head: "This action will not produce any results in the short term...it may even have no effect at all."

"Why?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Because wizards have to disguise themselves as Muggles, especially Muggle children, just like a husky mixed in with a wolf pack. Even if they look similar, they can be identified with a little carefulness."

"Are they familiar with local slang and dialects? Do they know the latest video games? Can they ride the bus and subway?" Vedder said.

Harry could not help being speechless, and thought of Mr. Weasley who had asked him about the plug.

He then retorted: "But they could choose wizards who are Muggle-born... or who are married to Muggles. They will definitely not make those basic mistakes."

"They might be able to pretend to be Muggles, but it's hard to play a Muggle child."

Wade said: "The ones who are really suitable for the bait plan should be children like you and me who still maintain close ties with the Muggle society."

Hearing this, Harry couldn't help but feel a little tempted and eager to try it out.

"You said, if we suggest this to Professor Dumbledore..."

"Impossible, forget it! Unless all the adult wizards are dead, it will be the turn of the twelve-year-old children to take the stage." Wade said decisively.

If this matter was entirely operated by Dumbledore, Harry's idea would still be possible. But when the factors of the leaders become more complicated, the risky strategy will be less acceptable.

Harry suddenly felt a little depressed.

The two of them walked to the corner of the corridor and stopped at the same time.

Although Gryffindor and Ravenclaw are both in towers, the two towers are far apart. Apart from the courtyard, there is only a corridor on the third floor connecting them.

So they separated at the end of the corridor.

Harry steeled himself.

"Dumbledore and his team must have considered the problem you mentioned, and they will definitely improve the plan... So the bait plan still has a chance of being effective, right?"

Vader hesitated, then nodded.

Harry laughed.

"Be optimistic, Wade. Maybe we'll hear good news when we wake up tomorrow morning!"

He waved his hand, opened the door and stepped onto a staircase. The moving staircase slowly turned a circle and sent Harry to another direction.

Behind him, Vader walked onto the balcony, raised his wand, and summoned his broom with a Summoning Charm.

The old broom passed through the Ravenclaw tower and stopped in front of Wade with a whoosh. As it was used for a longer time, the broom became more and more intelligent.

Wade turned over and got on his broom. Instead of going directly back to the dormitory, he flew twice over Hogwarts.

The castle looks even more majestic in the night, and the spire where the principal's office is located is like a small strawberry embellishing on a cake.

The headmaster's office still exudes a soft glow tonight - magical candles never need to worry about electricity bills, but Dumbledore himself is definitely not in the office at the moment.

Wade thought of Harry's optimism just now and secretly denied it again in his heart.

When there are more participants and stakeholders, not only will the response speed become slower and the procedures become more cumbersome, but even the executors usually will not choose the most suitable one.

It’s not that Dumbledore couldn’t see the problem...it’s just that the headmaster never sought power, which resulted in him often having to endure idiots shouting at him, and then doing even more stupid things.

So the bait plan failed, which was for the best in Vader's opinion.

If there was any gain... he would only wonder if it represented a plan to hunt wizards.

The broom flew through the night wind and landed on the rooftop of Ravenclaw Tower. Wade smoothed his wind-blown hair, picked up the broom, answered the eagle-shaped door knocker's question, and returned to the common room.

Michael was sitting in front of the common room reading a book. When he saw him come in, he immediately waved.

"How did you learn?"