Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Michael said bitterly, "Theo, I'm speaking for you Hufflepuffs! Are you trying to undermine me like this?"

"Ah," Theo was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and said, "Sorry."

Michael was satisfied, and began to complain indignantly about how despicable and shameless Slytherin was, and how they luxuriously used enlarged puppets to knock out their opponents.

"Puppet?" Wade asked, grasping the point.

"Yes, your pet is also participating in the competition." Fred said dimly.

They had great hopes of winning the championship, but were wiped out early by a "Beast Taming Army".

Unexpectedly, the runner-up team this time was Hufflepuff, and the third place was the "champion seed team" Gryffindor.

The fourth team is also from Gryffindor.

The fifth, sixth and seventh are all Slytherins, the eighth is still Gryffindor, and it is not until the ninth that the Ravenclaw team appears.

It’s not that Ravenclaw is really that bad, it’s just that the team formation is not limited to the same house. Therefore, several strong students from Eagle House were invited to join other teams. As a result, when the final rankings came out, the Ravenclaw students were the most frustrated.

"What's the big deal?" Wade said with a smile, "When the weather gets warmer, we can organize another activity. Uh...how about challenging a ball python?"

"Ball python?" Everyone was stunned. Harry couldn't help but ask, "Isn't that the ultimate BOSS? No one has been able to challenge that level yet!"

"Based on the current progress, Professor Flitwick predicts that by early May at the latest, someone will be able to reach the innermost layer," said Wade.

He was the designer and founder of this event, so naturally everyone believed his news. Everyone immediately discussed the previous failure with great interest.

"I know there are some potions that are specifically designed to deal with these cold-blooded creatures. We will bring enough potions with us!" George said happily.

They brothers now sell all kinds of game "peripherals" and no longer have to worry about not having enough money to buy things.

"It's huge, and its scales can resist most spells." Fred said, "We also need to learn a few targeted spells, such as the eye disease spell..."

Harry listened for a while, then turned to discuss with Neville: "Does the ball python have any weaknesses?"

Neville really knew this.

He loves herbology and has read many books on plants and animals. After thinking for a while, Neville said, "I remember that it should be very afraid of cold... If the temperature is too low, it will not like to move."

Harry immediately thought of the weather spell that he had been working on halfway through but had abandoned because it was too difficult.

He silently took out the old notebook from the bookshelf.

Neville added: "Ball pythons have very high temperature requirements. Too hot is not suitable for them to survive."

Padma asked, "Can the Agni-Burning Bear also deal with it?"

Neville frowned and hesitated, looking a little reluctant.

Wade knocked on the table and said, "Attention, everyone, this ball python is actually Professor Kettleburn's pet. After the end of this semester, it will leave the school with the professor."

"So..." Fred asked, "We don't really have to kill this boss?"

Wade shook his head and said, "In fact, the professor will forbid the use of harmful spells and magic props. The challenger must subdue it while trying to avoid hurting it, and also ensure that he will not be hurt by it."

Several Gryffindors all looked puzzled, feeling that the difficulty had suddenly increased dozens of times.

Wade added slowly: "Although it is difficult, you have almost a month to prepare your tactics. Are you still worried about losing to Slytherin?"

Facts have proven that people don’t hate injustice, but they hate being the one not favored.

Even Hermione didn't say anything when she learned that she could prepare before Slytherin, but immediately plunged into the heated discussion.

Vader smiled.

Facing the fat and gentle ball python is just a rehearsal, the real challenge is yet to come!

I hope that they who are so excited now won’t be frightened when the time comes.

Wade thought so as he turned the pencil case in his hand.

Chapter 243

Night fell over the Forbidden Forest. The stars were dim and the lights in the castle gradually became sparse. In the long corridor, only Filch was patrolling slowly with an oil lamp.

Beside him was Mrs. Norris, who walked with an elegant step.

Filch seemed to see a shadow flash in the corner of his eye. He looked up and saw a small bird flying above the castle.

It was a peregrine falcon.

Mrs. Norris also jumped onto the windowsill and looked up, her tail wagging gently.

The caretaker watched for a moment, lowered his head with disinterest, and said to his pet, "Listen carefully, Mrs. Norris. On a night like this, there will definitely be a few little ones sneaking out!"

"Meow~"

Mrs. Norris shouted to the sky.

"It's no use, you can't catch that kind of bird, let's get to work," said Filch.

Mrs. Norris had no choice but to jump down from the windowsill and look back at the sky before she could catch up with her master.

The Peregrine Falcon is, of course, Vader.

Once you get used to your arms turning into wings, the feeling of flying freely is better than riding a broom.

Moreover, birds have only a very small brain. Even if they still remember who they are, their thoughts naturally become simpler after the transformation, and they can only think about one thing at a time.

So when flying, just think about flying, and when hunting, just concentrate on hunting, and the joy after the harvest will be more pure and natural.

When he returned to his original appearance, he felt as if his thoughts had been cleansed, and all those tedious and complicated things became lighter.

Suddenly, he heard a sound of air vibration, a peregrine falcon flashed away, and an owl suddenly flew past him, making a low and powerful sound when its broad wings flapped.

The peregrine falcon swung an arc lightly, folded its wings suddenly, and swooped down towards the owl.

It folded its wings and its entire body was like a fighter jet, and in a very short period of time its speed became so fast that it was almost invisible to the naked eye!

In just a moment, the owl felt severe pain and screamed, thinking that its neck was cut!

A peregrine falcon flew by quickly, and a few plucked feathers slowly fell to the ground.

When he flew past a window, he suddenly stopped and tilted his head to look inside.

Professor Abigail, in her pajamas, was sitting at the table, disassembling the black gun into parts, wiping and maintaining them, and then slowly reassembling them.

Feeling someone's eyes on her, she turned around and saw the peregrine falcon outside the window. She smiled, grabbed a handful of dried meat from the table and placed it on the windowsill.

"Eat it," she said gently.

The peregrine falcon lowered its head, picked one up, spread its wings and flew away.

The painful owl circled in panic for a while, and found that its head was still on its neck. Anger and hatred rose again. It returned to the owl tower and called a dozen companions, and flew towards the peregrine falcon aggressively.

A large flock of birds circled in the sky above Hogwarts, making shrill cries from time to time, making the quiet night in the castle lively.

Some students living in the tower were woken up by the noise. They lay on the edge of their beds and saw the owls hooting outside. They were surprised and said to themselves: "Have they discovered a large nest of mice? They are hooting like this."

Dumbledore was writing a letter. When he heard the cry, he put down his quill, turned his head and met the eyes of the peregrine falcon outside the window.

The principal thought for a moment, stood up, opened the window, and asked, "Do you want to come in and hide for a while?"

Like most birds when frightened, the peregrine falcon suddenly spread its wings and flew away with a flutter.

The owls immediately discovered the enemy's tracks and surrounded them from all directions. The peregrine falcon nimbly and lightly shuttled among them, avoiding every attack with unparalleled speed and agility, and soon broke out of the encirclement and disappeared.

Seeing this, Dumbledore couldn't help but smile with pleasure.

“Young people are so energetic…”

The principal, like most elderly people, muttered something and sighed, then sat back down at the desk.

He looked at the letter he had written again and suddenly felt it was boring.

Fudge sent a letter yesterday, mainly questioning the recent high-intensity military training organized by Hogwarts, and questioning the intentions of the school's teachers and students, especially Dumbledore.

Dumbledore originally wrote a long letter, explaining that this was a game activity organized spontaneously by the students. The children were able to exercise their willpower and magical abilities well through this activity, and would surely become more outstanding wizards after graduation.

As elders, they should encourage rather than stop rudely, and Hogwarts is well prepared to ensure that students will not be seriously hurt.

Finally, the necessity of this kind of training was emphasized. In recent years, the scores of OWLs and NEWLs have been declining. The hotbed of peace has made students no longer diligent in training. Many people cannot even use the Armor Spell after graduation. This kind of training can well encourage children to learn, etc.

But at this moment, after seeing the peregrine falcon easily escape from the pursuit of a group of owls, that free and proud posture was imprinted in the old man's eyes.

Dumbledore sat at the table for a few minutes, and the previous piece of letter suddenly flew into the air and ignited directly, burning into a pile of ashes.

He started writing again -

Thank you Minister for your concern for Hogwarts.

Although this is an internal matter of the school, we welcome some guidance from the elite of the Ministry of Magic.

We will also organize a challenge next month, and we sincerely invite you and outstanding Aurors to participate.

The dark green ink left only a few lines of text on the paper, followed by the signature. After the letter was folded, it was sealed with wax.

——Although there are convenient communication methods such as the Friend Book nowadays, some old-fashioned and sophisticated wizards still prefer to use traditional letters when they are not in a hurry.

For example, Fudge is very resistant to the emergence of new things, because it makes him feel at a loss. He stays in his comfort zone and is unwilling to come out, and hopes that the world will always remain the way he is most accustomed to.

Dumbledore was glad that he did not become pedantic and slow.

He mailed the letter.

The vengeful owls watched in the sky for most of the night, but never saw their enemies come out. It was not until dawn that they returned to the owl tower in disappointment.

At this time, Wade, who had a rare late sleep, had just woken up from his sleep.

He stretched and couldn't help but smile when he saw the sleepy Miss Ava staggering back from outside.

"Why are you so tired?" Wade caught his owl, touched its cold back, and asked, "Have you been flying all night?"

"Cuckoo-"

Miss Ava let out a low hum of grievance, pecked Wade's palm gently with her beak, then impatiently landed on the shelf and quickly ate the owl food.

It seemed that not only did it not sleep all night, it didn't even have the time to catch a mouse for itself.

Vader lovingly gave it a handful of food, including a piece of dried meat. Ava filled her stomach while grumbling and complaining about the peregrine falcon last night.

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