Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

"Remus Lupin is not my friend."

Will said expressionlessly: "He is just a high-handed, self-righteous almsgiver. I feel sick every time I smile at him."

"That's good if you think so!"

The sturdy bearded man patted his shoulder and said empathetically, "He is the son of Lyall Lupin. He can go to Hogwarts to study and make friends. How can he really understand the situation of people like us?"

"Oh, that's not right... According to those guys, we are not human beings. We don't even have souls! Hahaha..."

The bearded man laughed heartily.

"Shut up, you'll attract attention!" said a bow-legged, bushy-browed man coldly, and then asked the truck driver: "What about those wizards?"

"There's gold dust!" the driver laughed, "They were very quiet all the way."

"Go check it out!" said Thick Eyebrows.

"Eh, it's not necessary, is it?" The freckled driver lazily evaded the question, "What if the gold powder is blown away after the door is opened?"

"Go and see!" said the man with thick eyebrows, suppressing his anger.

"……All right."

The freckled driver said reluctantly, he took out the mask and put it on slowly, walked to the back of the carriage, unlocked it, and then opened the iron door.

Dense green eyes looked over at once.

Chapter 299 Beetles and Peregrine Falcons

The truck was filled with huge spiders.

The grey bristles were like steel needles, the sparkling eyes flashed greedily, some had their mouths open, and their sharp appendages seemed to flash cold light.

The freckled driver instantly revealed an expression of extreme fear. He opened his mouth wide, but no sound came out.

At this moment, his expression suddenly became dazed, and his eyes of fear and despair became dull.

Next to the car door, a furry leg that was about to touch him paused for a moment and retracted.

The driver with freckles closed the door with a calm expression, turned around, and said in a muffled voice: "He is still unconscious. I said there is no need to check him."

The man with thick eyebrows looked a little relieved, but he said, "Those are all wizards. I don't know how many dangerous magics they have mastered. We must be careful until the people sent by the leader come to pick us up."

"understood."

The freckled driver seemed much gentler this time and responded casually.

Although his attitude was still perfunctory, Thick Eyebrows was already very satisfied.

He then arranged the next division of labor for everyone and let Will leave the ship accompanied by the counter lady.

Finally, two people were left to guard the truck, and the others left.

The freckled driver was one of the two who stayed behind. The other had fluffy curly hair and a mustache, and looked like he hadn't woken up yet.

"I really don't know what's so good about this place. With the gold powder, they definitely can't wake up. Is it possible that someone could steal them from the truck?"

The man with a mustache yawned and said lazily, "I'm going to go back to the car and take a nap. Don't tell the leader!"

He opened the car door and was about to climb in when he suddenly heard the sound of dripping water behind him.

The man with the mustache frowned, turned around and said angrily: "Hey, you can go farther away when you pee..."

Turning back, his voice stopped abruptly.

I saw the freckled driver standing obediently behind me, his face pale and looking dazed.

Looking down, he saw that his pants were wet in a large area, and the wet marks were spreading to other places.

The man with the mustache found this situation strange and incomprehensible, and wondered why his companion had to pee in his pants while standing.

Then he suddenly became alert, grabbed the whistle hanging on his chest and was about to put it in his mouth, but suddenly he heard a calm voice in his ear -

"Everything is forgotten! Fall to the ground in a daze!"

The mustache fell to the ground with a bang like a doll that had lost power, then floated up again and landed on the passenger seat.

Then, a figure walked out of the air.

"Really? Why are you so scared? The giant spider didn't jump on you. You're a werewolf, what are you afraid of?"

Wade said speechlessly: "Fortunately you didn't do that just now, otherwise everyone would have found out."

The freckled driver's eyes were wide open, with a circle of bloodshot white around his irises, which looked a bit scary.

Wade didn't really let him open his mouth to explain, but pointed his wand at the freckled driver and whispered again: "Oblivion!"

The light of the spell hit the freckled driver, and he leaned back and fell down as well.

Wade still moved the freckled driver onto the car, posing as if he were lazing around and sleeping, but he felt a little uncertain.

This was the first time he used the Oblivion Charm on a living person.

A skilled memory eraser in the Ministry of Magic can easily erase a memory of a target, usually a Muggle who has seen certain magical events, to ensure that the wizarding world does not leak secrets.

Lockhart is a master of the Memory Charm, which is a spell that is used to memorize things and has little power. However, Lockhart can use the Memory Charm to collapse a stone corridor, which is as powerful as a bomb.

However, this incompetent professor does not care about how the people whose memories he has erased will live, so his forgetfulness spell usually restores the person's brain to factory settings, which is rough and simple.

Even though Vader had just controlled the power of his spell, he himself couldn't be sure whether he had deleted the memory of the two people who had realized the truth.

Moreover, the voyage at sea would take an unknown amount of time, and he couldn't possibly stay here the entire time.

He needs a helper.

As Wade thought about this, a series of names emerged in his mind, and then he eliminated them.

Either the level is not good enough or the character is not good enough.

Some people have great abilities, but their moral values ​​are too high, which may conflict with Wade's expectations on issues concerning right and wrong, life and death.

His friends, who would undoubtedly support him, did not have high enough magic skills, and if they stayed in this place to monitor, they would easily get into danger.

The werewolves already know about the puppets, so they can't be used as surprise troops; the size of the flow mirror is limited and it's easy to be discovered; the house-elves all have jobs.

Wade lowered his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly came up with an idea. He checked the time and place, gave Michael a few instructions, then went to the window, transformed into a peregrine falcon, and glided quietly along the sea surface in the night.

……

It was already late, and there were still three people sitting in a small bar on a street in London.

"Should we wait, Rita?" the thin man carrying the camera asked, "Maybe they left through another exit."

"Impossible!" Rita Skeeter said flatly, "Gul won't set up a fireplace in the venue, nor will he allow people to Apparate, so they will definitely come out of the elevator after the exhibition is over!"

"But……"

"No buts! This is the last exhibition of that Gul. It is said that there is even a magic mirror that can communicate with the dead! Do you know how valuable this news is?"

Rita Skeeter interrupted him impatiently. When the man stopped talking, she grabbed her crocodile leather handbag and said casually, "I'm going to the bathroom. You stay here."

"...Okay." The male photographer said with his head down.

Then, he saw the female reporter, whose reputation was polarized but whose every article became a hit, walking out with the clacking sound of her high heels.

Rita Skeeter didn't actually want to go to the bathroom. She was just wondering why the alchemist hadn't left for so long. She suspected that the value of the exhibits this time might be beyond her expectations.

"I want to see what good stuff that Gul has brought."

Rita Skeeter muttered, and walked quickly into an empty alley. A moment later, a beetle flapped its wings hard and flew out of the alley.

This is Rita Skeeter's secret to always coming up with breaking news stories - she is an Animagus, and even takes the form of a tiny insect.

Just as the little beetle flew out for a while, it suddenly felt a noticeable vibration in the air, and then a "huge monster" fell from the sky -

A brown-gray bird landed, its black gemstone eyes staring at her.

There is only one chapter tonight. I am too tired and I will go to bed early.

good night.

Chapter 300 Reporter: What’s in the truck?

Rita Skeeter was so frightened that she dodged to the side and then immediately recovered.

When transformed into a small insect, it is very convenient for eavesdropping, but it has no ability to protect itself.

Once, Rita Skeeter was swallowed up unexpectedly after she transformed. She didn't even have a chance to see what was eating her.

Of course, she quickly lifted the spell and avoided becoming the digested fecal residue, but the experience of bursting that predator was so terrible that Rita Skeeter still doesn't want to recall it.

After returning to her human form, she was no longer afraid of the strange bird. Skeeter quickly tidied her golden curly hair and was about to walk out of the alley with her small handbag.

——It’s better to transform after entering the building.

Skeeter thought so.

But before he took two steps out, he heard a voice coming from behind: "Rita Skeeter? I heard that you are the best reporter of the Daily Prophet, but also the reporter who likes to talk nonsense the most."

Skeeter raised his eyebrows and turned around suddenly, and saw that a young wizard had appeared behind him at some point, and the bird that had landed on the ground a few seconds ago was gone.

She panicked for a moment, knowing that her transformation had been seen by others - once the identity of an illegal Animagus was exposed, Skeeter would not only face a large fine, but also imprisonment.

But then, she thought of the disappearing bird, her eyes suddenly lit up, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise, and her face was full of excitement.

"Yeah, I'm the best," Skeeter said proudly. "But my news isn't bullshit. It's just exposing some people's frivolous reputations, boy."

"Well, digging up other people's secrets, and then exaggerating the facts and fabricating content to make it sensational..."

In the face of Rita Skeeter's unfriendly eyes, Wade smiled and said, "But your writing is indeed the best, and it can instantly catch the readers' attention. So I came to you specifically - are you interested in a really big news?"

"What big news? An exclusive interview with Vid Grey? Don't tell me you're not—I recognized you right away."

Rita Skeeter immediately took out a shorthand quill and notebook from somewhere and looked at Wade excitedly:

"To be honest, I have wanted to interview you for a long time, but I have never found the opportunity. Are all your inventions your own? Or is Terrence Murray behind the scenes? How did you get the full support of a long-established alchemist? And..."

The notebook in his hand suddenly caught fire with a bang, and the blazing flames almost burned Skeeter's hair.

She screamed and dropped the notebook.

Looking at the smiling young wizard in front of him, and then seeing that his hands were empty and he had no wand at all, Skeeter's excited and frivolous expression suddenly subsided.