Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Of course, everyone agreed that Professor Flitwick's agility was closely related to his small stature. They refused to admit that they were the troll or ape that the professor mentioned.

"Okay, okay, take a break."

Professor Flitwick gasped a few minutes later.

After all the students stopped, he said, "Remember, not being hit by your opponent's spell is more important than defeating him! No matter who you are fighting, don't rush to pursue the fruits of victory. Protecting your own safety is always the first priority!"

He then gave a few more examples, such as a careless wizard who was hit by a Tarantella dance spell during a battle. While dancing madly, he lost the chance to fight back and was easily subdued by Professor Flitwick.

Neville raised his hand and asked, "But...if you don't know the Shield Charm, how can you resist the opponent's spell?"

"A lot. But the easiest and quickest way is to collide it with another spell."

Professor Flitwick said: "There is an invisible attraction between spells. If two people cast spells at each other at the same time, there is a high probability that the spells will collide with each other, and then deviate from the original direction or even rebound."

"This is explained in detail in Chapter 3 of 'Basic Theory of Spells'. So, write a 15-inch paper on this topic as your homework for today."

"Oh no……"

This was obviously something he had just thought of on the spur of the moment, and the classroom was suddenly filled with wailing sounds.

After the students started practicing in pairs, Professor Flitwick came in front of Weed.

"Weid, do you remember what I just said?"

The short professor asked in a rare serious tone.

"Yes, Professor." Wade bowed his head slightly and said, "My own safety is the most important thing. I shouldn't have gotten carried away and continued to challenge Professor Abigail."

Professor Flitwick nodded and smiled with satisfaction.

"There's nothing wrong with being impulsive occasionally. After all, you're only a teenager."

As soon as Weed admitted his mistake, he began to excuse his student. Then Flitwick said, "But remember in the future, you should stop when you should. There is nothing shameful about running away."

"Yes."

"Even if someone calls you a coward or a wimp, you have to know that the guy who rushes to his death is a fool. If you can use your wisdom to defeat the enemy, why do you have to hit him to death with your head to prove your courage?"

He blinked, and Vader couldn't help but smile.

I don't know who passed Professor Abigail's words to Professor Flitwick... He probably thought that Wade couldn't stand the provocation, so he behaved out of character.

No wonder several professors at the teaching table had stern faces during breakfast today. I wonder if Professor Abigail, who was eating heartily, noticed the dissatisfaction of others?

Chapter 233 Strawberry Ice Cream

After the Charms class, everyone headed towards the auditorium.

Lunch time is in ten minutes. If you go early, you can choose your favorite food.

Turning around the stone corridor, the nearby stairs creaked, and a long set of steps extended down from the upstairs.

A group of senior students walked down the stairs, all of them looked dejected, like eggplants hit by frost.

"Hi, Matt!"

Michael raised his hand and said hello, then asked, "What's wrong with you guys?"

Vader also recognized that these were fifth year Gryffindor and Hufflepuff students.

The boy named Matt glanced at Michael and Wade next to him, walked over, and sighed before speaking.

"We just had a Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson."

Michael understood: "You were beaten up too? Professor Abigail was pretty ruthless."

"I'd rather be beaten!" Matt said glumly.

The little wizards all looked confused.

"Vade Grey?" A Gryffindor girl who came over pushed Matt aside and said to Vade, "I heard that you had a fight with the new professor yesterday?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd that was originally surging forward like a conveyor belt in the corridor stopped for a moment, and many people turned to look at Wade.

"No, I just got beaten up," Vader said expressionlessly.

"Yeah, he was beaten badly. He just came out of the school infirmary this morning," Padma chimed in.

Hearing this, several fifth-grade students actually sighed in disappointment.

Matt explained to them, "I heard that Professor Abigail's class is a real duel with real swords and guns. We have been looking forward to it for a whole week."

"When it came time to go to class, it was no different from any other class," Matt said disappointedly. "Exams, exams, and endless exams!"

He said with deep resentment.

Another Ravenclaw girl said helplessly: "It can't be helped - this is the year of OWLs."

The results of the OWLs exam are related to the future of all young wizards. Unless they are as rich as the Malfoy family, or don’t care about their future at all, they must attach great importance to this exam.

Moreover, there is basically no chance to retake this exam, so it can be said that this exam determines your whole life.

Therefore, during this year, they were just like the senior high school students in Wade's previous life. They spent the entire year memorizing, reviewing, and training, writing large amounts of homework, and honing their knowledge and skills in tests in order to achieve good grades.

One can imagine the pressure.

Therefore, they may be the only students who still look forward to Professor Abigail's classes after knowing the whole story. Even if they get beaten, it is more interesting than doing exercises.

If you get beaten up badly, you might be able to skip one or two classes and the corresponding homework.

Unfortunately, Professor Abigail did not use her unique teaching mode in today's class.

Everyone sighed in unison, and then continued to walk dejectedly towards the auditorium. Wade and others silently distanced themselves from these guys full of negative energy.

"The OWLs were terrible!" Michael sighed in a low voice, "I hope I won't be like them in three years."

Wade brought out what his high school teacher in his previous life often told them: "As long as you prepare well and take the learning content seriously, there is no need to panic when the exam comes. They are just too casual in normal times, and now they feel the pressure of time is tight."

Michael scratched his face, feeling as if he had been scolded as well.

Padma walked over and whispered, "What do you think... Professor Abigail's change in teaching style is not only because they are in their OWLs year, but also because of the quarrel between Madam Pomfrey and her yesterday?"

Michael was silent for a moment, then nodded: "It's possible - I remember Fred and his classmates also have a Defense Against the Dark Arts class this afternoon, so we can be sure by asking them about the class."

Wade was listening nearby and suddenly thought: Would Professor Abigail be scared away by the huge workload after teaching for a few weeks?

Because there is only one professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts in the school, there are many classes per week, and they are all consecutive classes. It can be said that there are at least five or six hours of classes every day.

The previous Quirrell had ulterior motives and was a dual-core version; Lockhart did not teach serious content and treated the classroom as his stage, wishing it would last longer.

But with Abigail's "energetic" teaching style, it's normal that she can't last long.

After lunch, Wade said goodbye to Michael and others and went to the principal's office alone.

"Strawberry ice cream."

Upon hearing the command, the statue jumped aside, revealing a doorway. Wade followed the spiral staircase up gradually. When he reached the top, he found the oak door half open.

"Honestly, Dumbledore, Professor Abigail's teaching method is very problematic!"

Madam Pomfrey's angry voice came from above her head:

"Do you know how many students were sent to the school infirmary in the past two days? I just sent a dozen away, and a lot more came in the blink of an eye! There are not enough beds, and I have to put poor Ogden in the corridor!"

Vader didn't expect that Madam Pomfrey would actually come to complain. The stairs had already reached the end, so he had to wait at the door.

"I think Professor Abigail is just not used to the level of students. She used to face more brutal battles and dark wizards running around the world."

Dumbledore said gently: "Once she has examined the students' level and understood her responsibilities, I think her teaching methods will become more appropriate."

"She's like a lion that has just entered a new territory, wanting to hunt every animal! But she's so harsh on a second-year student, it's really too much!"

Madam Pomfrey was not convinced by Dumbledore's vague words, and she even threatened angrily:

"If she still doesn't know how to restrain herself, I will also be watching her during Defense Against the Dark Arts classes!"

"I don't think that's necessary. I'll talk to her about it," said Dumbledore.

"Don't wait until later, do it today!" Madam Pomfrey was very firm.

"Of course." Dumbledore said, "But Mr. Grey is waiting for me outside the door. As for Professor Abigail's class, how about you first see if she has changed, and then we can talk about it, okay?"

Vader stepped aside, and soon Madam Pomfrey came out.

She was still wearing the nurse-like clothes, and she smelled faintly of potion.

"Mr. Gray, are your injuries healed?"

"Yes, ma'am." Wade bowed and said, "Thank you for your care. The potion you used is very effective."

Chapter 234: Not Discovering Is Even More Terrifying

"Then I guess you now know how stupid your actions are?" Madam Pomfrey said seriously, "You are still young and have a lot of room to grow. Don't rush to defeat an adult wizard."

"Yes, I understand. I'm so sorry," Vader said.

His attitude was so good and sincere that Madam Pomfrey couldn't even start scolding him. In the end, the school doctor just gave him a few mild reprimands and left in a hurry.

There are still a few little wizards in the ward who have not been discharged yet!

As the stairs automatically rotated and descended, Dumbledore in the office also visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

Vader raised his hand and was about to knock on the door when he heard Dumbledore say, "Come in, Vader."

He walked in and saw that the principal's office was as mysterious as ever. There was a meditation basin on the shelf next to it, with silver mist swirling inside.

On the wall, portraits of past principals were snoring softly, and it was unclear whether they were really asleep or just pretending to be asleep.

Wade had read in the book that these portraits of the headmaster had a mysterious contract with the school. The magic of Hogwarts provided the power for their survival. At the same time, no matter what kind of people these portraits were in their lifetime, as portraits they had to provide assistance to the current headmaster.

Of course, an unrecognized "headmaster" like Umbridge was not covered by the contract.

At this moment, Dumbledore took off his glasses and wiped them, then said wearily:

"Poppy is one of the people I can't handle the most. Luckily, she likes you very much."

A soft humming sound came from the side. Wade turned his head and saw Fox, whose feathers had completely turned golden red, flapping its wings on the shelf.

He hadn't seen the phoenix when he entered the room just now, but he didn't know when it landed on the branch.