Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Chapter 244 Are you going to breach the contract?

Fudge's reply came quickly, but even faster than that were the rumors within Hogwarts school.

"Have you heard? The Minister of Magic will be coming to school next month to visit our maze challenge activities."

"It is said that the head of the Auror Office will also be here!"

"Scrimgeour? Didn't he come here some time ago?"

"How can arresting criminals be the same as visiting? He only saw Lockhart last time, but this time he will definitely take a serious look at the students' level."

"So if you perform well, you might be accepted by the Ministry of Magic right after graduation?"

The students in the lower grades just thought it was fun, but almost all the students in grades 6 and 7 became very excited.

The opportunity to be promoted directly to the Ministry of Magic is not available every year. Even if most people go to work in the Ministry of Magic after graduation, they may not have the chance to speak to the Minister for several years.

Even Percy, who was always immersed in study and not very interested in such "rude" activities, couldn't help but join in. However, due to his inexperience, he was sent out by the house-elf within three minutes of entering, and he also dragged down his roommate.

"Honestly, Percy, this isn't the face-to-face spell-throwing situation you're thinking of."

My roommate said not so tactfully, "You have to be careful of everything around you. Attacks may even come from overhead! Perhaps you could train with the younger students first?"

——But if I were to go with the students from lower grades, I wouldn’t even be able to make it to the finals, so how could I have the chance to be noticed by the minister?

Percy nodded with a straight face, not bothering his roommate, and left in a bad mood.

He chose a time when there were few people around and went in alone to challenge a few times, but he didn't last long each time. Compared to the others, Percy was very skilled in spells, but his skills and reaction speed were much worse.

But after observing for a period of time, he unexpectedly discovered that the lower grades were not all there to play around, there were also several teams with outstanding performances, including one organized by his younger brothers.

Percy hesitated for a while for his brother's sake, but after being rejected by several other outstanding Gryffindor teams, he decided to go find the twins.

"You can actually come with me."

His girlfriend Penelope, the sixth-year Ravenclaw girl prefect, said: "Although the others are Ravenclaws, they all know your grades, and there will be no barriers between us getting along."

Which is easier to accept: embarrassing yourself in front of your brother or embarrassing yourself in front of your girlfriend?

Percy didn't even need to think. He raised his head slightly and said, "In fact, Fred and George have invited me to help them a long time ago. Although their grades are not very good, their magic level is still pretty good."

"Okay." Penelope didn't expose his pretentious behavior, and nodded with a smile, saying, "Anyway, you are always welcome here."

Percy regretted what he said almost immediately, but he couldn't take it back, so after class, he had to go find Fred and George.

The twins did not team up with other people in the Umbrella House. They also had their own good friends in the academy, such as Lee Jordan, Angelina, Kate and others. Of course, the core of the team was naturally the twin brothers.

Before Percy even reached the door, he heard his little sister scream, "You all can, why can't I?"

"How many times do we have to tell you? You're too young! And the level of your classmates is so poor, I doubt they can even use a banishing spell." said Fred.

"Don't underestimate me! Also, participating in the competition is voluntary. Even if you object, you can't stop me!"

Ginny said angrily, opened the door and ran out, leaving the twins' helpless faces behind her.

"Little sisters are cuter when they are young," said Fred, with a long sigh.

"Perhaps you have forgotten that when she was a child, she also stepped on our heads and climbed onto the cabinet," said George.

"And then my mother saw it—"

"It's obviously Ginny who is the mischievous one. We are just two poor stepping stones—"

"But mom scolded both of us—"

The two brothers, feeling the same pain, looked at each other and were about to cry, when they heard someone at the door say in a reproachful tone:

"That's because Ginny was only three years old, and you are already big boys! You should know what is dangerous!"

The twins raised their eyebrows in unison and looked at Percy who came in from outside.

"So what? What's Prefect Weasley going to teach us?" George asked unhappily.

Percy's face suddenly turned red.

……

Based on the last competition, more mature teams were formed, and some of them took out a lot of time every day to train.

The professors were also unconsciously infected and would always intersperse some advanced and targeted spells during class.

Abigail became the most popular professor in the school. Senior students lined up to get beaten by her, and then received a bruised face and some dueling experience.

On Wednesday afternoon, when Wade and his friends came back from the Herbology class, they found some huge black creatures in the central courtyard. Filch was directing his crab troops to crawl up and down to clean, while Professor Abigail used a levitation spell to bring a large bucket of cleaning agent.

"Professor?" Michael asked, "Why do these things look like Muggle weapons?"

In the courtyard were a pile of guns and several small cannons, which looked to be more than a hundred years old and were covered in rust.

"They are Muggle weapons." Professor Abigail said, "I want you to see what Muggles use to kill their own kind. I originally thought I would need to ask for leave to buy them from someone I know, but when I asked, I found out that the school already has these things."

"But... these guys look like they're about to be scrapped." Padma frowned and said with disgust.

"Well, they're almost antiques, but if they're repaired, they'll work just as well as new."

Professor Abigail touched the barrel of the cannon and said, "Of course, I have prepared some new things, in case some of you think that Muggles are just like this."

"Oh……"

The students spoke in different expressions.

"So, who can help? It's not easy to clean these guys up."

Professor Abigail asked, her hands on her hips.

Students often still get guidance from this professor after class, so naturally they would not refuse to help at this time.

So everyone walked over, and dozens of [cleaned] rays of light fell on the old weapons, giving them new vitality.

For dirt that the magic spell can't remove, detergent, brush and shovel will be used.

"Haha, look! What is this?"

Peeves suddenly rushed out of the castle and circled around the old weapons. Then he pounced in front of Professor Abigail and asked maliciously, "Are you going to break the contract?"

Chapter 245 Muggle Weapons Lesson

Professor Abigail was stunned and asked, "What contract?"

"I know!"

Hermione raised her hand and said, "In 1876, Mr. Rancorros Carpe, the administrator of Hogwarts, tried to use all kinds of modern weapons to drive Peeves out of the castle. As a result, Peeves made a riot in the school for three whole days. He even shot at the window and almost injured the teachers and students of the school."

"That's right, that's right!"

Peeves, floating in the air, nodded repeatedly and said proudly, "In the end, that guy Karpe kicked out of the school, but I'm still here!"

"The then-headmaster, Ms. Moore, made a contract with Peeves."

Hermione continued as if to support Peeves, "Allow Peeves to have some privileges to cause trouble in school in exchange for him laying down his weapon and restoring order in the school."

"That's it!" Peeves said. "See? These guys are useless to me! But if you want to fight me again, I'd welcome that, too."

He rode on the barrel of a cannon and looked at the new professor provocatively, as if he was looking forward to starting another big battle.

"So that's it."

Abigail looked at Peeves in surprise.

Before today, Peeves had been fairly respectful to the professor, and only seemed a little more lively than the other ghosts, so Abigail hadn't discovered his destructive power yet.

But from the way he spoke and the looks of the students, Abigail could guess what kind of person this guy was.

She didn't understand why a wizard as powerful as Dumbledore would allow such a reckless ghost to stay in the school. But since the headmaster hadn't said anything, Abigail naturally wouldn't interfere.

"You misunderstood, Peeves," she explained calmly, "I was going to use them to teach my students a lesson in weapons."

After saying this, she ignored the uninvited guest and turned to the students in front of her.

"Since you are here, please inform the respective colleges for me. We will have a Muggle weapons class on the south lawn at 4 o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

A hand was raised from the crowd.

"Lisa?" Professor Abigail called her name.

"Professor." Lisa said timidly, "But... this should be the content of the third-year Muggle Studies class, right? We haven't even reached the third year yet..."

"You are wrong." Professor Abigail said directly, "Do you think we only need to guard against dark wizards and dangerous creatures to ensure our own safety?"

"Big mistake!"

"Let me tell you, from ancient times to the present, many wizards have been captured or even killed by the Muggles they looked down upon!"

"Of course, wizards have killed more Muggles wantonly. For example, decades ago, your UK's Voldemort..."

Most of the students turned pale with fright, and they seemed to want to plug their ears.

"Mysterious man... Professor, we usually don't say that name directly..." Anthony said courageously.

"Fools!" Professor Abigail scolded unceremoniously, "Didn't Dumbledore teach you? Fear of a name will intensify the fear of this thing! What's more, Voldemort is dead, and you dare not even say his name?"

The young wizards looked at each other and most of them lowered their heads.

They were unwilling to admit that they were cowardly, but they would not call the person by his name as the professor suggested.

Although Voldemort has disappeared as far as the little wizard here can remember, his influence continues to this day. For many people, he is still synonymous with "terror".

Professor Abigail was a little disappointed, but then she found that some students were still holding their heads high, with no fear on their faces and no avoiding glances.

For example, Vader and Harry.

There are also some who are obviously afraid, but there is something else in their expressions, a feeling of being both timid and brave.

Professor Abigail smiled and did not force the students to do it against their will, but said:

"In order to use some Muggle weapons normally, the principal needs to shut down some settings of the school's protection system. If it is too long or too often, it will pose a threat to the safety of the school. Therefore, the four colleges of the same grade will have classes together."

"Second grade classes start at 5pm on Friday. Gather on the lawn next to the forbidden forest. Remember to arrive early."

……

Friday soon arrived.