Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Thanks to his endless explanations, even Wade was familiar with many famous teams, such as the German Heidelberg Hounds, the Bulgarian Vratsa Eagles, the American Fitchburg Sparrows, and the Chudley Cannons, which had lost their glory. There were also various Quidditch moves, such as the Eagle Head Attack Formation and the Plumpton Copy Technique.

But although Michael is familiar with all the difficult moves and wonderful performances on the field of Quidditch, when he gets on the broom, it is as if he is stepping on a landmine. His whole body is tense and cautious. His speed is only slightly faster than that of a running pony, and he will never rise to a height of more than ten meters.

Wade had always suspected that even in his second year, when they were allowed to bring their broomsticks into school, Michael would have to climb the stairs to get back to his dorm—because the Ravenclaw tower was several times the height of ten meters.

Because Michael always couldn't help talking about Quidditch, and the topics he talked about were all parts that Wade neither understood nor was interested in, so he started to avoid Michael recently - perhaps only after the Ravenclaw vs. Hufflepuff match was over, Michael could become a little more normal.

Hermione has become busier recently, and there are a few more Quidditch-related books on her desk-because Harry is about to participate in his first game in his life, and he is so nervous that he can't eat all day. Their relationship has started to improve recently, and Hermione's way of caring about her friend is to try to find ways to help him from books.

Wade thought Michael could talk more with Hermione. One of them liked to talk, and the other liked to listen. It was a perfect match. It was a pity that the two schools had different schedules, so most of the time it was Wade who was forced to listen to the "Quidditch Match Review Broadcast". But recently, Padma had come along, and when she and Michael were chatting animatedly, Wade could finally have some peace and quiet.

Hogwarts Castle is a huge complex of buildings, and it is very easy to find an empty corner here. Wade found an empty classroom on the sixth floor near the library. There is a small platform outside the classroom window, which is a secret place Wade recently discovered. The platform is surrounded by taller buildings, which is hidden and windproof. It will not be seen from other people's windows anywhere, and the view is also very good - you can see the Quidditch field and the forbidden forest in the distance.

Several tiny figures were flying around the Quidditch pitch, looking like a few hardworking bees from afar. Judging from the flash of golden red, it should be the Gryffindor team training.

Speaking of which, Hermione told a story in the Umbrella House yesterday - recently, the captain of the Gryffindor team, Wood, got angry in the lounge because he had previously asked the entire school to keep the fact that Harry Potter joined the team a secret, wanting to use this as a secret weapon, but now it seems that everyone in the school already knows about it. Wood believed that someone had leaked the secret, and stared at the little lions with sharp eyes every day, trying to find the "spy", and ended up making several girls cry - because they were dating people from other colleges.

But in fact, this matter is obvious. The Gryffindor team has to train three times a week, no matter how bad the weather is, they never take a break. Every time at this time, Harry Potter suddenly disappears, and then appears exhausted after the training. After repeating this several times, anyone would guess that he has joined the Gryffindor team. Moreover, they fly so high that there will always be one or two students with good eyesight who can recognize him.

Wade stared at the court in the distance for a while. The flying figures looked messy. He couldn't see any formations like "Figure 8" or "Eagle Head Attack". He shook his head, not knowing whether it was because of his poor vision or the poor level of the players over there.

In comparison, alchemy is much more interesting.

With a wave of his wand, several small blue fireballs appeared out of thin air, emitting waves of warmth. Wade took out the book "On the Diversity of Species" that he had borrowed from the library from his schoolbag, and turned the stone pillar on the platform into a cushion, sitting against the wall and reading.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly heard footsteps. Wade didn't pay attention to it at first, but after reading two lines of words, his heart suddenly jumped.

There was a faint stench of garlic in the air.

Before his brain could react, Wade subconsciously canceled the fire magic and the transfiguration spell, stood up silently and quickly, and stood behind the raised bricks against the wall.

"What are you looking at……"

A sharp voice was speaking, the voice was very soft, but it revealed a gloomy and irritable feeling, as if it was speaking right into his ear.

Wade almost thought that he had seen himself before, and that this sentence was addressed to himself. Fortunately, when he hesitated for a moment, another timid voice took over the conversation -

"It is Harry Potter, my Lord," said the voice. "He is practising with his mates on the Quidditch pitch."

Wade immediately realized that this was Quirrell and his head pendant Voldemort - they were just across the wall from him!

He held his breath and subconsciously shrank back, not daring to even breathe.

“——Harry Potter?” Voldemort said the name resentfully, and whispered, “Yes, the boy who lived… the savior of the wizarding world… when I was only a shadowy ghost, he stepped on my dead body and became a big star, right? I guess Dumbledore must have high hopes for him!”

Quirrell's mood was probably similar to Wade's. He huddled together and dared not speak.

"Kill him! Quirrell." Voldemort ordered grimly, "Kill him while he is in the spotlight!"

"But, but Master - I can't do anything with Dumbledore around - you said we must not attract Dumbledore's attention -" Quirrell stammered, looking terrified.

"Are you questioning me, Quirrell? How dare you disobey my orders?!"

Voldemort did something that made Quirrell groan in pain.

"No - I dare not - I obey - I obey - Master, I obey any of your orders - please spare me -" Quirrell growled and begged in a low voice, rolling on the ground.

But Voldemort did not stop immediately. After the torture continued for a while, Voldemort "mercifully" let him go.

"Use your brain, idiot." Voldemort finally said in a malicious voice: "He wants to participate in the Quidditch game... flying fifty meters in the air... even if he falls off his broom, no one will doubt you, a coward who can't even speak clearly. They will only think that it is because of his poor skills. It's not surprising that this kid who doesn't even know a few spells is killed by falling."

"Yes—yes—I see—I'll do it—" Quirrell said, trembling and lying on the ground with tears streaming down his face.

After a long while, Wade heard the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor get up from the ground, tidy up his clothes, probably wiped away his tears, and then walked away with heavy steps.

Only then did Wade let out a long breath, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

Chapter 34 Professor Murray

“Boom—boom—boom—”

His heart was beating violently, his wet clothes stuck to his body, and the cold wind chilled him to the bone.

This was the closest Vader had ever been to death since his rebirth.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the first-year Harry Potter dealt with the pendant version of Voldemort as easily as playing a game in the plot, but that was because he was protected by the magic left by his mother. If it were the current Vader, even if he knew ten times more spells than Harry Potter, he would definitely die if he was discovered by Voldemort.

After his reincarnation, Vader was not too afraid of death. But he could accept that he died for a great purpose, or to protect the people he loved, but he could not accept that he died for such a ridiculous reason - because he accidentally heard the secret of the villain and was killed, dying silently like a cannon fodder.

Worried that he would run into Quirrell again after leaving here, Wade hid on this hidden platform for a long time. He fell asleep leaning against the wall unknowingly. When he suddenly woke up, he found that it was almost dawn and the sky was still very dark.

The Quidditch field was already empty. In the huge campus, there was only an adult wizard with silver-white hair walking by the Black Lake - probably a professor, but not Dumbledore, because Dumbledore also had a long white beard.

Wade didn't see the man's face clearly, but he didn't care, as long as it wasn't Quirrell. He stood up with the help of the wall, but felt dizzy and his body swayed involuntarily, and he almost lost his balance.

broken.

Wade said to himself, and reached out to touch his forehead - he didn't feel how hot it was, because his palm was also incredibly hot. As he breathed, the heat burned his nose, giving Wade the illusion that if he put an egg next to him, he could cook it with his own heat.

Wade climbed into the empty classroom through the window and dragged his exhausted body to the school infirmary. Most of the portraits in the corridor were sleeping, but there was also a young red-haired wizard who was lying on the picture frame in a daze. When he saw Wade, his eyes lit up and he asked curiously, "What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

"Why don't you go back to the lounge tonight?"

"Madam Pomfrey probably isn't up yet! Do you need me to wake her up for you?"

"Haha, I was kidding! There's no portrait of me in her bedroom."

"Why don't you talk? Pay attention to me! I'm bored when I'm awake alone."

Vader had no energy to pay attention to him, but the red-haired wizard was very determined to chase him through several frames, chattering all the time, and he didn't feel embarrassed when he didn't get a response. It was obvious that he must be an incurable chatterbox.

The red-haired wizard reluctantly gave up until there were no portraits in the long corridor ahead. He even shouted from afar: "You must not have many friends with your personality, right? Come find me when you get better! I can chat with you!"

Wade had a splitting headache from the fever and almost wanted to pry his head open. The wizard's nagging annoyed him and distracted most of his attention. By the time Wade noticed another sound of footsteps in the corridor besides his own, the sound was already very close to him!

——It’s almost just around the corner!!!

Vader suddenly stiffened.

He subconsciously tried to dodge, but his sluggish body didn't have time to react.

"thumping!"

Footsteps approaching...

"thumping!"

The world seemed to shrink before my eyes, my vision became blurred, but my hearing remained sharp.

"thumping!"

A figure appeared from behind the corner.

"What's the matter with you, kid?" someone asked him.

But Wade's brain was like a rusty gear, and he didn't answer for a long time.

"Oh, you have a bad fever." The man pushed him gently. "Come with me, kid - come over here with me - fortunately my office is nearby."

The silver-white hair swayed in front of his eyes, looking a bit like Dumbledore, and Wade let down his guard.

……

A few minutes later, Wade held the empty cup, steam continued to come out of his ears, and stared at the wizard in front of him with a dull look, which made him look stupid.

The person who suddenly appeared in the corridor was not the Quirrell he was worried about, nor was it Dumbledore he thought it was, but a strange wizard. He looked at least eighty years old, wearing a dark blue robe, with short silver-white hair combed neatly, and no beard. It was worth noting that he wore a Muggle shirt and suit pants under his robes, and his tie was tied perfectly - it was generally difficult for wizards to do this - and a pair of strange-looking gold-rimmed glasses hung in his breast pocket.

At that time, the wizard appeared in the corridor and found that Wade was not in good condition, so he took him to the office and took out his own refreshing potion. It must be said that the effect was much better than the potion in the school clinic. After Wade drank it, his groggy head immediately became much clearer. Except for the ears that were still steaming, everything else was fine, and he could see his environment clearly.

This is a round room, with more than a dozen magic lamps of different sizes lighting up the room as bright as day. There are many strange and interesting little things on the shelves and tables, including a golden hourglass that rotates slowly; a dozen small crystal balls strung on silver metal wires, with colorful lights that flicker as if they can breathe; and a very realistic manor on a cabinet nearby, with thumb-sized people and an even smaller dog living in it, who can even fetch water and cook.

There was also some Muggle technology in the room - a fridge, oven, TV, computer, washing machine, and even a disassembled car engine.

This was truly the strangest room Vader had ever seen.

The wizard who brought him was fiddling with a radio, and after a moment a woman's passionate voice came out of it -

"Good morning, dear listeners and busy wizards! A wonderful day begins with 'magic hour'. Today is still the show hosted by your favorite Glenda Chittock. First, let's enjoy the new song released by Celestina Warbeck - "You stole my pot, but you can't have my heart"..."

"Oh, luckily I missed it. This is my favorite radio program." The wizard muttered, turned his head and smiled kindly and asked: "Do you feel better, kid?"

"Yes, I'm much better now. Thank you for your help, sir." Wade asked cautiously, "Excuse me, who are you——"

"I'm the professor of alchemy, Terence Murray." Professor Murray smiled and said, "If you can achieve "excellent" in Charms, Transfiguration and Ancient Runes in the fifth-year OWLs exams, and achieve good or above in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology and Potions, you can take my class in the sixth year. You like alchemy very much, don't you, kid?"

He looked down and found that "On the Diversity of Species" was half exposed from his bag. He put the book back and said, "Yes, professor, I am teaching myself alchemy."

"It may be a little too early for you. You should start with the basics, such as the Magic Syllabary."

"I have memorized the entire 'Spelling Table of Magic', sir. Also the 'Collection of Magical Symbols', the 'Dictionary of Runes', and the 'Easy Introduction to Ancient Magical Writings'. I have also read 'Introduction to Alchemy' and 'Analytical Alchemy' by Mr. Nicolas Flamel."

Professor Murray was stunned.

Hogwarts has an alchemy course for sixth graders and above, but the author has not found the name of the alchemy professor. Terrence Murray and the elective requirements for the alchemy course were set by the author himself.

Chapter 35 Professor Murray and Alchemy

Alchemy is closely related to ancient magic runes, and ancient magic runes are a very difficult course to learn. Except for the history of magic, most courses in magic schools focus on practice, but ancient magic runes must be memorized by rote.

The characters, shapes, pronunciations, and meanings of ancient runes are very different from modern languages ​​in every aspect. If you want to master the basics of this course, there is no other way except to memorize it. And among the students who choose to take the ancient rune course, it is rare to memorize all of these things until graduation.

Fortunately, all Ravenclaw students have poor memory. Even if it is not as good as Hermione, Wade has done special training to strengthen his memory, and his recitation speed is not much slower than Hermione. After three months of contact with magic, he relied on his strong memory and love for magic alchemy to memorize several books, and strengthened his memory by reciting them over and over again. Now he will not make mistakes in this regard.

After a moment of silence, Professor Murray began to ask questions about the contents of the books. Then he took out parchment and a quill pen and randomly asked some ancient magic characters and short sentences, asking Wade to write them down.

More than an hour later, Professor Murray had to admit that the student in front of him, who seemed to him like a child, was not lying and he really understood everything he said.

Alchemy is one of the most difficult courses in Hogwarts, and Professor Murray is very strict. Less than ten students can choose to study Alchemy in each year, and they are all the best in their grade. But Professor Murray dares to say that even the best of the seventh-year students he is teaching will make one or two small mistakes in these problems.

Alchemy requires a genius-like imagination and creativity, as well as an attitude that is more meticulous, rigorous, and meticulous than the gears of a watch. These two qualities are often not present in one person at the same time.

What's more, this is just a... a...

Professor Murray suddenly realized that he knew nothing about the student in front of him.

"Child, what grade are you in now?" the old professor asked kindly.

"First grade, sir," Vader said.

Professor Murray was silent again: "As I recall, Ancient Magic Runes is an elective course for third graders?"