Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

"Professor Lockhart blew himself up while researching the werewolf spell."

The girl frowned and said worriedly, "That's amazing! I mean - how many people can care about minorities like him and sacrifice their health for their happiness?"

She borrowed several books on pharmacy, hoping to find a way to help the professor recover soon.

Harry's mouth moved silently, as if he wanted to say something, but he held it back.

Harry had already decided that Lockhart was a jerk, but Hermione had a different opinion.

Michael raised an eyebrow at Wade.

Privately, he said incredulously: "Lockhart didn't report this to Dumbledore?"

"I guess - he doesn't want people to know that he is no match for a second-year student?" Wade said casually.

Michael nodded and said, "You were smart to take that photo at the end. Professor Lockhart, who cares so much about his image, surely wouldn't want that photo to appear in the newspapers, right?"

Although he said that, Michael was still a little nervous because he had offended the professor.

When Lockhart recovered and reappeared, Michael would always observe him silently, and would be on tenterhooks during class, fearing that he would be in trouble.

Although if that kind of scene happened, Wade would definitely ask the professor for "magic advice" again, but if he beat the professor into that state in public again, he would definitely be in trouble.

Unexpectedly, Lockhart did not seem to be planning to retaliate. On the contrary, he always avoided looking directly at the two of them, but sometimes, he looked as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Michael was on high alert.

This is a guy who would use the Oblivion Charm on students behind their backs. Even if his spell skills are not very good, he is still very dangerous.

"Why did Dumbledore recruit him as a professor?"

Michael couldn't help but complain to Wade: "Our Defense Against the Dark Arts basically relies entirely on self-study. It's better not to have such a professor!"

"You don't have to be patient for too long," said Wade. "He will be out of school soon, and may even go to Azkaban."

Michael's eyes lit up: "What did you do?"

"I'm in school, what can I do?"

Wade said speechlessly: "It was Sirius... Do you remember when Lockhart pulled out the bone in Harry's arm? Sirius was so angry at the time and kept thinking about making trouble for him!"

This is what Lupin talked about with Wade two days ago.

The joint operation to capture the dark wizards was indeed ineffective, and Sirius was depressed again because of Regulus's affairs.

In order to cheer up his friend, Lupin brought up the old matter again. Speaking of Lockhart, Sirius was indeed furious -

"He can even make a mistake with a simple healing spell. There must be something fishy about that guy's reputation! Once I catch him, I'll make him pay for what Azkaban has to offer!"

Sirius rushed to investigate Lockhart, and Lupin temporarily withdrew from the joint operation and accompanied Sirius in the investigation.

"Won't it delay important work?" Michael couldn't help asking.

"No." Wade shook his head. "We haven't gotten any useful clues in more than ten days. Lupin said that the elites gathered from various countries have almost dispersed. Those who are still participating in the operation are basically rookies and those who are just going through the motions."

Of course, there are also politicians who want to take advantage of the opportunity to gain some political achievements.

Almost every day when you open the Daily Prophet, you can see one or two familiar faces standing with officials from foreign magic ministries, giving readers a formulaic smile.

Even Wade began to sympathize with Dumbledore - dealing with such a person every day must feel like a year, right?

Compared with the increasingly bloated and tedious "joint operation" over there, the investigation of the wolfhound duo was unusually smooth.

Most of the clues are in Lockhart's own book. Dumbledore also seemed to have provided some useful information inadvertently, and Wade even approved a large sum of "investigation funds" for Lupin.

"I beat the crap out of Lockhart."

He said to Lupin:

"For some reason, Lockhart has to swallow his anger now, but he will definitely find a way to retaliate in the future. I don't want to wait until I suffer a loss before fighting back, so it's best to get him out of school before he comes up with any bad ideas."

Lupin agreed with his idea of ​​"strike first to gain the upper hand" and subtly criticized his bad behavior of attacking the professor.

In any case, they soon obtained a lot of evidence, enough to prove that Lockhart had never fought against dangerous creatures such as werewolves, snow monsters, banshees, and ghouls as he boasted in the book.

He simply stole their stories from old heroes and wiped their memories with a powerful forgetfulness spell.

Lockhart was completely unaware of the hidden trends. He asked his pet dolphin to help guard for several days, and finally found an opportunity to block Vader who came out of the library alone.

"professor?"

Vader said politely, looking up at the other man.

When he met those eyes, Lockhart immediately felt his whole body ache and his scalp tingling, as if he was back to the moment when he saw the other party cast the Silencing and Wandless Spell.

Such a powerful spell, cast out of thin air...

Lockhart had only seen himself perform this scene in his dreams.

His heart trembled, and the words he was about to say became a little more humble -

"Mr. Gray, I... uh... I think I should apologize... for my reckless behavior before..."

Lockhart stammered, "I thought you wouldn't mind a photo... Of course, I should have asked you in advance... I, I'm sorry..."

He probably rarely apologized to others, and his face turned red before he could finish a few words.

Vader sighed.

"Okay, I accept your apology. Is there anything else you can do for me, Professor?"

When Lockhart heard him speak so politely, he felt like running away.

That day, Wade kept shouting "Professor, Professor" and slamming him against the wall like a ball over and over again.

But just as he moved his toes a little, Lockhart remembered his purpose and forced himself to stay where he was, hesitatingly saying:

"That...the photo you took that day..."

"It was just a joke, I thought you wouldn't mind a photo..."

Vader's words sounded damn familiar.

"Of course—"

The boy said slowly: "If you have any objections, I can return it."

Lockhart saw hope and raised his voice slightly: "Really? I mean - do you need anything in exchange? Gold Galleons? Or I can arrange a heavyweight role for you in the next book..."

"Thank you, but no. Just continue to ignore me."

Wade pulled out an envelope he had prepared in advance and handed it to Lockhart.

The blond professor seemed unable to believe that this matter could be so simple. He opened the envelope and took a look, and then he relaxed completely.

"Great, I thought you wanted to blackmail me for something... ahem..."

Lockhart coughed twice and almost choked on his own saliva.

"Professor Lockhart."

A sinister voice came from behind the blond professor. He started and turned to see Filch standing in the shadows with his back hunched. He said with a sullen face:

"There are a few girls looking for you everywhere..."

Filch still spoke in a dead voice, but Lockhart was delighted.

"Is that so? Thank you for that, Mr. Filch. Well... famous people tend to be as busy as I am..."

He seemed to be very annoyed and complained, then hurriedly said goodbye with the envelope in his hand. I still felt a chill on my back long after I left.

"Weird students, weird administrators... After so many years, Hogwarts is still so unpopular. They simply cannot understand my greatness..."

Lockhart muttered, rubbing the goosebumps on his arms.

When he touched the envelope in his arms, he felt relieved immediately. He felt that he had endured humiliation and resolved a major crisis in his life.

"Alas... I've been too low-key recently, and life has become boring... I need applause, attention, and the admiring gazes of little girls... Wait, isn't Valentine's Day coming soon?"

Some brilliant "good ideas" suddenly popped up in Lockhart's mind, and his steps became lighter.

……

In the corridor, Wade looked at Filch in front of him.

Filch spent his days battling wits and courage with the Gryffindors and Peeves, and had very little interaction with Ravenclaw.

But every day, students could see him standing somewhere like a vulture, staring at everyone with a dangerous and disgusted look.

He seemed to hate all students equally, and was hated by them.

But at this moment, Filch had managed to tidy himself up a bit, looking a little embarrassed, with a worn lizard skin bag tightly clenched in his hand.

"Did you deliberately help me out just now, Mr. Filch?" Wade asked.

"Ah, yes!" Filch stroked his cane. "Professor Lockhart seems to have been asking about your whereabouts these days... I saw him blocking you just now, so I came... um... to help..."

It seemed so embarrassing for him to actively show kindness that Filch almost finished speaking with his eyes closed.

"Thank you for your help." Wade replied sympathetically.

"Nothing."

Filch glanced quickly at Wade, relaxed a little by his friendly attitude, and said:

"I heard from some students... they said you invented a kind of crab that can help with cleaning... I went to Diagon Alley, but there were none for sale... I mean, if possible, could you... sell me a few? Of course, if there's only one... one is fine..."

He raised the lizard skin bag in his hand a little higher, and a sound of metal collision came from inside.

The old man looked at Vader with longing eyes.

There is only one chapter today.

Chapter 222 Rumors and Transactions

Argus Filch, the caretaker of Hogwarts Castle, always takes pleasure in catching students who break the rules and is hated by most students.

For the first time, his usually gloomy and stern face forced a smile. His sunken cheeks were pulled upwards and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes crisscrossed, which made his smile look very strange.

The skinny Mrs. Norris squatted at his feet, her long tail hooked on Filch's trouser leg, and her light-bulb eyes stared at Wade motionlessly.

Wade didn't show any strange expression. He nodded and said:

"You mean the cleaning crabs? They can indeed help with cleaning, but they are not as careful and thorough as the house-elves. They may not clean very well and sometimes even overlook some blind spots."