Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

In the top row, Gryffindor students hung a huge banner with the letters "Potter Must Win" flashing in different colors, and someone had even painted a lifelike lion on it.

The players of both teams filed out of the locker room. The students in the entire stadium were shouting and clapping. Although there were only a few hundred people, it seemed as if they had roared out the momentum of a stadium of ten thousand people. The players, like NBA stars, accepted the encouragement and cheers from their respective colleges.

Wade first climbed up to the top tier of the stands and soon found his target - several professors who came to the stadium to watch the game probably didn't want to be crowded with students, so they gathered in the same area. Especially Professor Snape, who looked like a black crow, was easy to find.

Then Wade soon saw Quirrell too - he was very close to Professor Snape, with a large scarf wrapped around his head, staring intently at Harry Potter riding on his broom, with a blush on his pale face, as if he was also infected by the warm atmosphere on the scene.

As Madam Hooch blew the whistle, the players from both teams flew up into the sky and turned into small black dots in the blink of an eye. Almost all the students in the stands stood up subconsciously, looking up, trying to identify the players from both teams, and occasionally exclaiming as the battle progressed.

Wade squeezed through the crowd with difficulty, listening to the passionate commentary of Gryffindor student Lee Jordan: "Flint didn't score! Gryffindor goalkeeper Wood intercepted the ball with a beautiful move--"

As the players of the two teams were attacking and defending, Wade had already squeezed to the stands where the professors were. Then, under the cover of the students on both sides, he quietly stretched out his wand, and then waved it quickly!

Quirrell was applauding Gryffindor's goal and smiling along with the professors beside him, completely ignoring Snape's dark face not far away.

Just as he was secretly preparing to cast a spell on Harry Potter's broom, his body suddenly lunged out, rolling uncontrollably along the stands, even knocking down several students.

It looked exactly like Professor Quirrell had been too excited while watching the game and had accidentally fallen down.

Everyone helped them up and saw Quirrell covering his nose with his hands, with two lines of blood flowing down his nose.

"How are you, Professor Quirrell?" Professor Sprout asked concernedly.

At the same time, Lee Jordan's ecstatic voice rang out -

"Harry Potter caught the Golden Snitch! Gryffindor won by one hundred and seventy points to twenty! This is a great victory! Great Harry Potter! He defeated the Slytherin team in his first time as Seeker!"

Quirrell, with blood all over his face, suddenly turned around and stared blankly at the celebrating Gryffindor team, forgetting to hide his suddenly ugly expression. Fortunately, people were cheering and almost no one noticed the change in his expression.

The word "almost" was because Professor Snape, whose face was also livid, was staring at him gloomily.

Behind Quirrell, behind a wall of people, Wade quietly retracted his wand. He took one last look at Quirrell, then mixed in with the excited students and returned to the castle.

Chapter 38 Learning to Understand Control

Ever since he overheard Quirrell's conversation with the pendant version of Voldemort, Wade stopped going to those remote corners. When he didn't have classes, he spent most of his time in the umbrella house. Fortunately, Michael's enthusiasm for Quidditch finally cooled down - probably because Ravenclaw lost to Hufflepuff in the game, and two students were injured, which made him feel that Quidditch was not so interesting anymore.

During the Defense Against the Dark Arts course, Wade paid special attention to Quirrell. When facing students, Professor Quirrell was still the timid and pitiful Quirrell. When a naughty student asked about the fall on the stands, he just said awkwardly and stammered: "I-I didn't notice-it seemed-it seemed-someone pushed me-"

The students all had expressions of disbelief on their faces - which student would dare to play a prank on a professor? They all thought that it must be Quirrell who was too excited and lost his balance, but they were too embarrassed to admit it.

Of course, no one would suspect Wade of this matter. In everyone's mind, he has always been the representative of a good student - respecting professors, studying hard, never causing trouble, and being a typical Ravenclaw.

After class, Padma quickly packed her bag, ran over excitedly and asked, "Doing homework in the umbrella room?"

Quirrell's teaching level is not that good, but his ability in assigning homework is almost on par with Professor Snape. Every time the students have to write a paper that is more than a foot long, even Ravenclaw students will have a headache.

But after studying at the Umbrella House for a while, Padma felt like she had mastered the code of writing papers and even enjoyed it. Perhaps it was because after finishing her homework quickly, she would see those classmates who were complaining about how much homework they had and how difficult it was to write, and the inflated sense of superiority would bring her great joy.

Wade saw her chatting with people in the auditorium more than once.

"How much homework do you have left?"

"Huh? There's still so much to write? I finished the paper in just 40 minutes yesterday. It seemed pretty easy. How come you haven't even written the beginning? Didn't you pay attention in class?"

After a few times, no one wanted to talk to her anymore, and Padma always stayed with her sister. But from Parvati's expression, she tolerated Padma's show-off just to borrow her homework "reference".

Wade wanted to persuade her not to be so Versailles all the time, but Michael stared at the smile on Padma's face at the other end of the long table and said, "Don't you think she's cute like this? It's like her face is full of words like 'Am I awesome?' and 'Come and praise me'——"

He couldn't help laughing: "Silly and smart - just like a little kid."

... ok.

Vader swallowed what he was about to say.

He wondered if he was too old-fashioned and too realistic in his thinking, so he didn't know how to appreciate the silly cuteness of this little girl.

At this time, Padma was looking forward to going to the Umbrella House happily, but behind her, Michael was winking at Wade and making hints.

Wade glanced over there, then turned his gaze back and said, "You go ahead. I have some questions to ask Professor Flitwick."

Michael was overjoyed and gave a thumbs up and bent it twice to express his gratitude.

Padma was a little disappointed: "-Okay."

The two of them left together, and Wade packed up and walked to the seventh floor.

He was not deliberately creating an opportunity for Michael, but he really had something to find Professor Flitwick.

Professor Flitwick's office was on the seventh floor. Normally, no students would climb up to such a high floor, so it was very quiet. In the long corridor, only the portraits were mumbling from time to time.

In fact, Wade had never seen a portrait as active as Griffiths. Most of the portraits in the castle would just stretch or turn their heads, and some had never been seen leaving their portraits.

For example, Miss Claudia.

Vader came to an oak door with an eagle carved on it. It saw Vader, flapped its wings, and said as if to itself, "Ved Grey is here to visit."

After a moment, it said again: "Allowed to enter."

The oak door slid open and Vader stepped inside.

Professor Flitwick's office was designed in the same style as Ravenclaw Tower - the room was an arched structure with thirteen windows around it, from which one could see Ravenclaw Tower and Owl Tower. The sunlight shone through the colored glass, casting colorful shadows on the ground.

Most of the furniture in the room was small, just right for Professor Flitwick's height. The only thing that was particularly magnificent was the bookshelves, with hundreds of books stacked from floor to ceiling, and thick piles of parchment on the floor, most of which were notes compiled by Professor Flitwick himself, which he would sometimes lend to his favorite students. Wade had two of them in his bag right now.

"Oh, Vader."

Professor Flitwick's voice came from above his head. Wade looked up and saw that the professor was standing on a tall, automatically sliding ladder. The ladder shrank section by section until it became a low step, and Professor Flitwick jumped down directly from it.

He said happily, "I am very satisfied with your paper on the Softening Spell. My son, do you have any new questions today?"

"Yes." Wade took out the notebook he had borrowed before and said, "I have finished learning the entire Standard Spells: Level 3. I would like you to test my level."

"No problem, um... let's cast a happy spell first!" said Professor Flitwick.

In the following time, Wade demonstrated one by one more than a dozen spells that third graders would learn, and all of them were successful at once. Professor Flitwick was so excited that he almost fainted!

"Oh, Vader! Oh, Vader! You are an absolute genius!" He kept saying, "It's only been three months! I've seen you go from knowing nothing to where you are today! The progress is so fast! You can reach the level of OWLs in less than a year! You will definitely be something great in the future!"

Wade smiled and said, "Professor, I would like to continue borrowing the Level 4 textbooks and notes."

"Of course. I've been prepared for this! I knew you would be able to finish it before the Christmas holidays." Professor Flitwick waved his wand, and several books flew over from the table. It was the "Standard Spells: Level 4" that Professor Flitwick had used himself, as well as the materials he had consulted and the lesson plans he had prepared for teaching his students, as well as the excellent papers left by previous students.

Professor Flitwick has been teaching at Hogwarts for decades and has long since reached the stage where he only needs to bring a wand to class, but he has never thrown away the things he wrote in his early years. Instead, he has carefully sorted them out and kept them, and is still repairing them intermittently to this day.

Vader's eyes allowed him to quickly learn a spell, but the same fire spell could only be used by some people to light a cigarette, by others to light a bonfire, and by still others to burn down a city.

This is the difference in power.

As for control, some people's fire spells will inexplicably cause them to be charred black, while others can control the flames after they are ignited, allowing them to deform, burn, and extinguish at will.

The reason for this difference is not just the difference in magical power, but also the wizard's understanding of the nature of the spell.

Wade's eyes helped him "learn", textbooks and books in the library helped him "understand", but the information here from Professor Flitwick allowed him to touch the line of "control".

Chapter 39 Griffiths' Farewell Ceremony

After borrowing the book, Wade continued to ask questions - the content of Charms had been explained in great detail in Professor Flitwick's book, so he asked about spells related to Defense Against the Dark Arts, such as the Shield Charm, the Disarming Charm, the Obstacle Charm, and so on.

He knew what the level of the Defense Against the Dark Arts course at Hogwarts was. Professor Flitwick did not ask him to consult Quirrell, but explained it in detail and patiently, and finally lent him a few more books.

Wade was very grateful.

There is only one magic school, Hogwarts, in the whole of the UK. The professors in the school neither examine KPIs nor publicly compare pass rates and excellent rates. They also do not conduct year-end assessments or performance appraisals. The professors in the school really teach based on their conscience. There are serious and responsible ones, some who just slack off all day, and some who teach whatever they want and do not care at all about the fact that students still have to take wizard level exams.

After asking the question, Wade remembered Griffiths' commission and asked, "Professor, there is a portrait complaining that his current place is too quiet and wants me to help him move to the lively lobby. Is that okay?"

Professor Flitwick asked, "Is there a portrait of an official position?"

Some portraits at Hogwarts serve as guards, such as the portrait of the Fat Lady outside the Gryffindor Common Room, which naturally cannot be moved easily.

Wade thought for a moment and said, "Probably not. He said he was originally in the lobby, but later moved to the Astronomy Tower to make room for other portraits."

"Oh, I know who you're talking about." Professor Flitwick smiled. "Griffiths was moved out mainly because many portraits complained that he disturbed their sleep and instigated Peeves to play pranks on the Ministry of Magic officials who came to inspect the school. The headmaster and professors at the time thought he should be taught a lesson, so he was moved to the most deserted place in the school."

"What about his request—" Vader asked tentatively.

"It's not a sin to like crowds," said Professor Flitwick tolerantly. "As long as he promises not to encourage Peeves to cause trouble again, you can move him to another place. But I'm afraid the entrance hall won't work. Many of the portraits in the entrance hall have a problem with Griffiths."

……

"Oh, okay, okay. But I really don't understand why they don't like pranks? Pranks can bring a lot of joy to people!"

Griffiths argued for himself while quickly moving back and forth between the portraits around him.

"Hey, old man, I'm leaving now. Salome, I'd be happy if you wrote to me during your spare time, though I don't know if I could receive it. Barry, and dear Francesco, thank you for your hospitality. This is a return gift!"

After taking off the portrait, Wade watched Griffiths turn the stargazer's telescope 180 degrees, snatch the quill and ink from the witch with glasses, and finally pour the ink on the head of a naughty child and stuff the quill into the nostrils of another naughty child.

After provoking all the portraits, he quickly rushed back to his own portrait and urged Wade loudly: "Go! Go!"

But the portraits didn't care about the distance. Although Wade had already left the corridor with the portrait in his arms, the characters in the portraits still chased into Griffiths' territory, pinned the red-haired wizard down and beat him up.

The witch with glasses was furious for the first time. She kicked Griffiths hard and screamed, "Do you know how long I have been calculating? How long!"

The naughty kids seemed to be using Griffiths as a trampoline, jumping and bouncing on him and shouting loudly.

The old man who was stargazing finally caught up and hammered twice with all his strength. Then he seemed to have sprained his waist. He held his waist and went back with a painful look on his face.

Wade naturally couldn't interfere with the fight in the portrait. After everyone dispersed, he looked at Griffiths, who looked like a puddle of mud, and asked helplessly: "We are about to leave, why did you get beaten like this?"

"Haha, you don't understand." Griffiths turned over with the footprint on his forehead, lying on the grass in the valley, and laughed heartily: "Isn't this the best farewell ceremony?"

Vader really didn't understand.

Griffiths put his hands behind his head, looked at the sky and said, "I don't want to leave quietly, so that they may not realize for a long time - ah, the red-haired guy seems to be gone; I don't want to be sad and tearful when I say goodbye, it's better to have a fight and everyone is happy at the end, isn't it?"

Vader thought for a moment: "So it is - everyone is happy, but only you are hurt. Is that right?"

Griffiths was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Wade, it turns out you also have a good sense of humor!"

As he smiled, the messy scene in the portrait slowly recovered—the footprints on Griffiths' body disappeared, the torn robe was restored, the flowers and plants that were trampled straightened up, and the broken branches on the trees grew back.

Only the bruises on his face had not completely disappeared.

"Griffiths, you must be a Gryffindor yourself, right?" Wade asked as he hung the portrait on the wall.

"Of course! You can tell at a glance, right?" Griffiths tried to look around while holding onto the picture frame. "What is this place?"

"You can't go back to the foyer. This is the only way from the auditorium to the library. Almost all students pass by here every day. It should meet your requirements." Wade said.