Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

"Oh, good, good." Griffiths was very satisfied.

In the corridor, some portraits quietly observed this "newcomer", and some even gathered together to whisper.

Hermione happened to pass by with a pile of books, and there were two familiar people beside her - Harry and Ron. They had probably just returned from the library and were arguing in low voices.

"I'll bet my broomstick that it was Snape who let the troll in! He wanted to steal what was guarded by the three-headed dog," Harry said, holding his breath.

"No, he won't!" Hermione said angrily, "You can't make malicious assumptions about the professors at school like that!"

"Hermione, you always think that the teachers in the school are saints!" Ron said impatiently, "But I told you - I! Saw! It! With! My! Eyes! When the troll appeared, I went to find you, and I saw Snape sneaking upstairs with my own eyes! Harry also saw Snape's leg bitten and bleeding. Why do you ignore these facts and believe him just because he is a professor?"

"I believe him not only because he is a professor at the school, but also because of Dumbledore! If he was a bad guy, Dumbledore would not have failed to see it for more than ten years!"

Hermione strode angrily, no longer wanting to argue with them. She shouted, "Hey, Wade, are you going to study? Let's go together."

"Well - OK." Hermione's attitude made it impossible to refuse. Wade nodded to Harry and Ron, then turned and left with Hermione.

"--It's unreasonable, isn't it?" Ron frowned. "Can't Dumbledore be deceived by Snape? Even Merlin can be fooled sometimes!"

Harry nodded silently, he still firmly believed that Snape was the bad guy.

"Good afternoon, students!" An enthusiastic voice came from the wall: "You are all Gryffindors, right? I am also a Gryffindor. I am Griffiths, what about you?"

Ron said, "That's Harry Potter and I'm Ron Weasley. I don't think we've met you before?"

"Yes, because I just moved here today!" Griffiths recalled: "Weasley and Potter, I seem to have known wizards with this surname before, they should be your ancestors, right?"

"really?"

Now even Harry became interested, and the two temporarily forgot about the previous topic and started chatting about the portrait on the wall.

Chapter 40 The Weasleys

In addition to spells and transfiguration classes, Vader spent the most time on alchemy. While learning alchemy, he was also constantly deepening his understanding of several courses.

The book "Learning to Make Magical Items from Scratch" that Professor Murray lent him was completely different from other alchemy books. It contained almost no boring history and theory, nor did it spend a lot of words describing the relationship between the four elements. Instead, it started from the first line and talked about how to make various magic items.

From common automatic ink quills, animated photos, flying brooms, and howlers to the Pensieve, magic mirror, invisibility cloak, and protective armor that few people can own, almost all the magic items that Vader has seen or heard of can be found in the book. It even mentions the Sorting Hat and the Time Converter, but the latter only has some guesses, but no specific manufacturing process.

The magic items mentioned above cannot be made by reading books - just like a person who does not know electricity or programming cannot make a computer even if he knows the whole manufacturing process. The complexity and danger of magic items far exceed that of computers. Without the corresponding basic knowledge, even the simplest steps cannot be understood.

Wade studied with Professor Murray for several weeks, listening to his comments on the homework and works of sixth and seventh grade students every time, and also helped Professor Murray make a teaching aid for his class as an assistant. After a period of training, Professor Murray suggested that he could try to make the simplest magic items by himself - as long as three or five spells are properly matched, some wonderful effects can be produced, such as the automatic ink quill and the howling letter.

Some ideas popped up in Wade's mind. For example, he could let the feather pen automatically change the color of the ink when writing, or add the function of measuring distance to the glasses, or make a dancing puppet. Almost at the same time as the association came up, the spell and specific steps for making it appeared in his mind.

The spells and runes needed to be used were very basic, and he had already mastered them completely. He should be able to succeed after practicing a few times at most. Vader was confident of this - but did he really want to do this?

In this case, what is the difference between his work and those student works that Professor Mori called "rubbish"? They are both just copying others' ideas, completing the assignment perfunctorily, and the work has little value.

This was Wade's first alchemical work. He didn't want to be so casual, nor did he want his work to end up in a garbage dump after he handed it in.

At night, Wade's mind was full of thoughts and he never fell asleep. In a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, he suddenly heard a rustling sound.

Wade sat up from the bed, took out his wand and waved it. The oil lamp in the dormitory was lit, quietly emitting orange-yellow light.

It was very quiet inside and outside the dormitory, with only a slight sound coming from outside the window.

Wade put on his clothes, got out of bed, and walked to the window, only to find that it was snowing outside.

The heavy snow fell, and the whole castle was shrouded in pure white. The thick snow covered all the messy things, giving it an exceptionally quiet and empty feeling.

A flash of inspiration suddenly occurred to Wade, and he suddenly thought of what he was going to do. When this idea came up, all other ideas seemed so fancy and empty.

He returned to bed in a good mood and had a sound sleep until dawn.

……

Wade originally thought that it was outrageous enough that he had thrown Quirrell to the ground with blood all over his face, but he didn't expect that this was nothing at all, because the Weasley twins soon did something even more heart-pounding - they cast a spell on several snowballs, making them chase Quirrell around and finally hit him on the back of the head.

Professor McGonagall was furious, and rushed out of the hall, deducting a full thirty points from the twins, her own college! She also punished them with a month's detention - half a month before the Christmas holiday, and another half a month after the holiday.

The Weasley twins pretended to be remorseful and apologized sincerely, but once they were out of the professor's sight, they became smug.

"Why are you targeting Quirrell?" Wade asked curiously while standing in the corridor. For someone like him who knew the truth, what the two had just done was like pulling teeth out of a tiger's mouth.

And although the Weasley brothers like to play pranks, they don't have the reason to provoke the professor. After all, Gryffindor attaches great importance to the score of the House Cup (because if the score is low, Slytherin will definitely laugh at it). Even if Professor Quirrell deducted 200 points from them just now, no one would say anything.

Wade was very confused - when did they become so ignorant of the seriousness of the matter?

The Weasleys stared at him for a moment, then looked as if they had remembered something: "Ah, you are—"

"The library—"

"What's your name?" the two brothers asked together.

"Weider Grey, from Ravenclaw," Weider said.

The twins suddenly realized that they had heard this name countless times from their youngest brother Ron. Every time they finished classes with Ravenclaw, Ron would talk about how a little wizard named Wade in the same grade was admired by the professors, and how he must be the next Percy.

But from what they had seen, Weed Grey was completely different from their brother Percy, and like them, he was a fan of alchemy, which made him very popular with them.

The Weasleys looked at each other, then came over and said, "Aren't you curious?"

"Quirrell always wears that big scarf—"

"No matter how the weather changes, he never takes it off—"

"We went to the kitchen and asked the house-elves, and he didn't even ask them to help wash the scarf—"

"So there must be some secret hidden under his scarf! It can't be known to anyone!" Fred Weasley said affirmatively: "Maybe it's some dark magic weapon that damaged his brain."

"It could also be an extremely ugly bald-headed guy—" George Weasley couldn't help laughing, "Just think about that picture, it must be very funny."

"Don't bully Professor Quirrell just because he's easy to talk to!" Wade said in a "Hermione-style" tone, "Do you dare to mess up Professor McGonagall's hair?"

"Don't say such horrible things, okay?" Fred put his arm around Wade's shoulders in a familiar manner. "And I found something strange. Do you know what it is?"

"What?" George asked in a teasing tone.

"I found out..." Fred looked at Wade and said in a long tone, "We all talked about the suspicious points of Quirrell's scarf, but you don't seem to be curious at all!"

Wade's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly realized that beneath the brothers' joking attitude, there was an extremely sharp intuition hidden.

His eyes changed slightly, and George noticed it immediately.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "So you know?"

Wade folded his arms, took a step back and leaned against the wall, squinting at the Weasleys: "So... this is an interrogation?"

George and Fred looked at each other and laughed at the same time: "Of course not!"

"You found the answer to the problem before us, so we lose." Fred said seriously.

"But as for interrogation, that's impossible. We will find the answer ourselves!" George smiled brightly.

Chapter 41 Frankness

Wade liked the Weasley twins very much. They were the kind of people who would try to bring joy to others even in the most desperate situations. He originally just wanted to stop them from continuing to commit suicide, but looking at their bright expressions, he couldn't help but think -

Why should I hide the truth for Voldemort?

Voldemort tried every means to hide his true identity because he was afraid of Dumbledore; what benefit would it bring to Vader if he helped him hide it?

On the contrary, if Wade is the only one who knows a secret, then once it is discovered by the other party, his situation will be very dangerous. But if the secret is spread, Voldemort will be in trouble.

Thinking of this, the tangled mood caused by hiding the secret suddenly cleared up.

But Wade didn't want to spread the news completely and leave Voldemort with no way out. After all, Dumbledore couldn't kill him completely now. Voldemort was hiding his identity in school just to seize the Philosopher's Stone. If he found out that it was hopeless, he would kill people in anger. The students in the school were no match for him. It was unknown how many people would die before Dumbledore arrived.

He considered and said, "Actually..."

The Weasley twins' eyes lit up.

"——Let's find a quiet place to talk."

For Wade, the safest place besides his own dormitory was the Umbrella House.

He remembered that there was a hidden Room of Requirement in this school, but when Wade watched the movie, he only paid attention to the plot and special effects and didn't pay attention to the specific location of the Room of Requirement. As a result, he has been looking for it intermittently for three months, but still hasn't found it.

In order to avoid the same plot as in the movie - when the protagonist is talking about a crucial secret, there is a pair of eavesdropping ears behind him, which leaks the secret to the villain, causing a series of tragedies - they came to the umbrella house.

The holiday was about to start, and everyone's enthusiasm for studying decreased. At this time, there were only two people in the umbrella house - Hermione was almost blocked by the tall pile of books, and she looked exhausted from reading; and Ryan brought a pile of wood and was making a new target.

"Wow, is this your secret base?" Fred was the first to stick his head in and look around.

Soon, a red-haired head came in beside him, took a look and greeted him, "Hello, Miss Know-It-All."

"Oh, my bad." Hermione said gloomily, "Does anyone know who Nick Flamel is? He's not in the Great Wizards of the 20th Century, nor in the Directory of Famous Contemporary Magicians. I can't find his name in the Major Discoveries of Modern Magic and the Study of the Development of Modern Witchcraft. I've read almost a hundred books! Is he not written into the book at all?"

Several people inside and outside the room were stunned at the same time, and then said in unison: "What are you talking about, Hermione! That's Nick Flamel, of course he is in the book!"

Hermione slowly raised her head and blinked, a rare look of distressing confusion appearing on her face.

"You all... know Nick Flamel?"

"Of course!" Ryan said, lifting up a target. "He celebrated his 665th birthday last year. It was even published in the Daily Prophet! My dad said he might be the oldest person in the world."

"Six hundred and sixty-five?" Hermione repeated incredulously.

Fred said: "Nic Flamel is the greatest alchemist. He made the only Philosopher's Stone in the world."

"Sorcerer's Stone?" Hermione felt that she must have seen this term in that book.

George said: "The Philosopher's Stone can turn any metal into pure gold, and it can also make the Elixir of Life. My biggest dream when I was a child was to have a Philosopher's Stone."

"Turning stone into gold? Immortality?" Hermione repeated.

Wade turned around and closed the door, and couldn't help but complain: "Hermione, have you become a repeater?"

Although Fred and the others didn't know what a tape recorder was, the meaning was simple and easy to understand, and they all burst out laughing.

Hermione looked at Vader eagerly, "So Vader... you don't know Nick Flamel too, do you?"

Vader explained simply and easily: "I've been studying alchemy recently, and the first thing I read was his work."

"Alchemy?" Ryan was surprised: "That's a sixth grade course!"

"Yes, but I can start laying the foundation from now on." Wade asked, "Theo is not with you today?"

"He went to help Professor Sprout tidy up the greenhouse. I remembered that the target that was broken last time could not be repaired, so I just made a few new ones." Ryan explained, patted his clothes, rolled up his sleeves, walked over, picked up the cup and drank water.