Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Even though he knew it was fake, Dumbledore felt as if his heart was ripped out when he saw her again.

The most cowardly, dark and regretful part of his heart was exposed so unexpectedly.

So much so that... when Wade said that he still had a Horcrux in his hand, Dumbledore subconsciously thought that he was talking about the Resurrection Stone.

That black stone was what he desired most, and also what he feared most.

Legends have long shown that the dead will not truly be resurrected.

But if Ariana's spirit really returns...

What would she want to say?

……

Wade stayed at Sirius's house on Privet Drive at noon. After lunch, they planned to go to Diagon Alley to buy some things together.

Lupin was preparing to cook French food at noon, but he didn't have enough ingredients, so Wade and Harry simply went out to buy some.

"Beef, eggs, green onions, cabbage..."

While Vader looked over the list Lupin had drawn up, Harry grabbed a carton of eggs and put them in the trolley.

As they were choosing, they heard a loud rude laugh.

A group of teenagers were in the sports equipment area, showing off their boxing gloves. One of the tall and strong boys grabbed his companion by the neck, showing off how he knocked someone down.

Harry frowned, "Oh, it's Dudley and the others."

"Your cousin?" Wade asked.

He had also recognized Dudley - there was no doubt that the tallest and fattest blond boy was Dudley Dursley, who was much fatter than last year.

"Well." Harry showed a look of disgust: "Let's go around them."

He pushed the cart to the other side, but before he turned around, he was seen by Dudley's friends.

"Look! Who's that?" a thin boy shouted, "Dirty Potter boy!"

A group of boys gathered around, but Dudley stayed at the back, looking embarrassed.

It’s not that he didn’t want to bully Harry anymore…it’s just that Dudley was afraid of the weird methods of wizards, and he didn’t want to lose face in front of his friends and let them know that he was actually a little afraid of the “Potter boy”.

He dawdled until the end.

"Yo, Potter, did you make any new friends?"

A skinny boy who looked sloppy rushed to the front. He looked at Wade with raised eyes and wanted to bully him, but the moment the two looked at each other, he immediately realized that the man in front of him was not easy to mess with.

So the thin boy still aimed his fire at Harry and taunted him, "Dude, maybe you just got here and don't know how bad this Potter kid next door is - no school is willing to accept him, so he can only go to a school for juvenile offenders!"

"Shut your stinky mouth, Pete! Stop squealing like a pig!"

Harry cursed back immediately, his face turning red with anger.

Even though Wade knew he wasn't in some "school for juvenile delinquents," Harry still felt humiliated.

"Hey, you wanna try our fists, Potter?"

Pete and several other boys immediately gathered around with clenched fists, and someone shouted to Dudley behind them: "Dudley, we need to teach your annoying cousin a lesson!"

Harry gripped his wand, struggling again - he still remembered that he couldn't use magic here.

Seeing his action, Dudley immediately took two steps back.

"Please be kind, boys, don't make trouble here!" the supermarket cashier immediately shouted.

Wade shook his head and said, "Go out for a while?"

"Get out? Who do you think you are?" Pete said provocatively.

"Harry's friend," Wade said, "or if you're willing to admit that you just came out of the toilet and your mouth is full of shit, we won't mind what you said just now."

"Or did you just dare to provoke Harry because he was so good-tempered and patient? What's the difference between you and a Chihuahua who pees and poops on the ground and thinks he's powerful?"

"Oh, there is a difference. Chihuahuas are at least cute. If you go out, you will lower the appearance level of the British, right?"

Peter's eyes widened, his mouth was stammering, and he couldn't speak for a long time. Even Harry looked at Wade in shock.

To be honest, even when they quarrel, they always say things like "damn it", "hell", "go to hell".

"Mudblood" was the most vicious word Harry had ever heard. He never thought that Wade was really good at scolding people.

Pete pointed at Wade and made an unintelligible sound of "Ahhhhhh". After a while, he shouted, "Come out! I'm going to beat you half to death today."

"Wow...so scary..."

Wade's expressionless reading made the man on the other side furious. He jumped up and down and shouted, "Come out! Come out!"

He handed the cart to Harry and said, "You go and check out."

Then he followed those people outside.

"Wait, Vader!"

Harry hurriedly pushed the cart to catch up, but was stopped by the cashier when he was about to leave.

"Check out, boy!"

Harry took out a handful of money and put it on the counter. He was about to go out to find someone, but was pulled back by the cashier again.

"Wait, I haven't given you the change yet!"

"I'm in a hurry! I'll come back to see you later!" Harry said hurriedly.

The cashier refused to let go and said stubbornly: "If you don't come back, who should I go to? Do I have to put everything back?"

Even if Harry was slow, he realized that the cashier was deliberately blocking him. He said anxiously and angrily, "Why are you stopping me? My friend is going to fight with them!"

"Aren't you often chased and beaten?" The cashier said directly: "You can't help even if you go, so it's better not to get involved in this kind of thing!"

"Veder got into conflict with them because of me!"

Harry struggled hard, shook off the cashier's hand and rushed out the door, almost bumping into someone.

"Slow down." Wade helped him up and walked in and said, "Why didn't you bring the food?"

"Wade? Wait...you're back so soon?" Harry asked in surprise, "Where are Pete and Dudley?"

"They're crying! Don't bother with them." Wade said casually.

Chapter 286 The Silent One

"--cry?"

Harry suddenly felt a little unfamiliar with this word.

He leaned out and saw several familiar boys walking out from the corner, supporting each other, against the wall next to the supermarket. Some of them - like Pete - were actually crying.

Behind him, Wade put down his sleeves and said to the cashier with a dull expression, "Please give me the change."

"Oh...ok." The cashier said in a panic.

As Harry walked out of the supermarket carrying the vegetables, he still looked incredulous.

"How did you do it?" he whispered to Wade, "Did you use magic?"

"I learned some fighting skills from Professor Abigail, and of course... magic."

Vader also whispered, "Let me teach you a little trick - you can use the super-sensory spell on yourself to enhance your perception, and you will be more agile when fighting."

"When you cast the ESP charm, doesn't it trigger the trace?" Harry asked doubtfully.

Vader laughed and said, "Who said I just used the ESP spell?"

Of course, he maintained this inconspicuous but actually very useful spell for a long time.

And there was one thing Vader hadn't told Harry -

After learning Animagus, Vader discovered that using a small transformation on himself would not trigger the trace.

The magic power flows within oneself and acts on oneself. It is not released at all and therefore cannot be monitored.

He opened and closed his palms several times, and his fingers, which had originally had thick joints, gradually returned to the appearance of a thirteen-year-old boy.

Behind them, Pete, who had his nose hit, was crying bitterly. His friend next to him complained: "Who is that guy? His fists are as hard as rocks."

"And swearing is scary." Another boy patted Pete's shoulder with lingering fear and said, "It's okay, cry Pete, I understand you... I almost cried just now when I was just listening."

"The Potter boy has really found a backer." Another person glared at Dudley in dissatisfaction and asked, "Dudley, did you know that guy was very powerful a long time ago? Otherwise, why didn't you take action just now?"

Dudley, the only one who was not injured, stammered, "I... I had a stomachache today, and I'm not feeling well... so..."

In fact, he was just worried that he would grow a pig's tail again.

Ever since his father Vernon found out that Harry couldn't use magic outside of school, his attitude had largely returned to normal. He would often scold Harry and sometimes even want to hit him with his cane.

But Dudley was much more cautious in this regard.

His idea was simple - Harry was just forbidden to use magic, not really unable to use magic.

The law prohibits hitting people! Dudley didn't stop hitting other children just because it was against the law!

So every time Harry pretended to use magic, Dudley would be startled.

However, his difficulties could not be understood by his companions who were unaware of the existence of magic.

They were angry at Dudley's "minding his own business" behavior just now. Dudley felt a little guilty and could only follow behind awkwardly.

A group of children were crying, swearing, and walking noisily along the street.

Then two men squatting on the side of the road, apparently trimming bushes, turned their heads to look at them, then looked the other way.

Vader and Harry were already far away.

One of the black-haired men whispered, "Harry Potter? I didn't expect he lives here... Who's the boy next to him?"

"You must have heard of his name - Weed Grey." Another brown-haired man said with a bit of boasting, "My student. When we were in school, he really admired me."

The black-haired man gave him a strange look and bluntly said, "So... why are you hiding from your admirers, Lockhart?"

Lockhart's face changed, and he lowered his voice and said hurriedly: "Don't call my name, Gal! What if someone hears it?"

"We have to leave this place as soon as possible!" Gar said to himself, "Harry Potter must be protected by the Ministry of Magic. If we continue to stay here, we may be discovered soon."