Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

"Because when I drove Fudge away for the first time, I asked Sirius to use the names of the Witch Party and Grindelwald..."

Vader was candid.

He was able to know the slogans of the Wizarding Party when it was rampant, naturally thanks to the private tutoring Dumbledore gave him. At the same time, he also knew the complicated relationship between Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

Those grey eyes looked at Dumbledore with a hint of worry, as if worried that he might be hurt.

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said:

"Fudge is afraid of such a big trouble, so he will definitely hesitate. When he realizes that his guess is unreasonable, he will naturally back off."

"You did the right thing - using the little information you had to skillfully protect those around you - I'm proud of you, Vader."

"Oh, thank you."

Wade lowered his head, holding the wine glass, and thought for a while.

There was a question that he knew he shouldn't ask, but there seemed to be an impulse in his heart that kept urging him to speak it out.

"Professor Dumbledore," Wade said, "If you think Grindelwald was wrong to break the Statute of Secrecy, is he right now?"

Dumbledore was stunned again, and after thinking for a while, he said, "No one is absolutely right, Wade. But it is definitely wrong to cause war and kill innocent people. In a hotbed of peace, wizard civilization can develop better."

"Oh..." Vader responded indifferently again. Dumbledore suspected that he was not listening at all, because his next sentence was: "Professor, I remember you had red hair when you were young."

"Of course." Dumbledore noticed something was wrong and sighed.

"Oh...are you related to the Weasleys?" Wade asked.

Dumbledore: "...red hair is not a special race, nor are all people with red hair related to the Weasley family."

Vader: "...Oh."

Harry blinked, pointed at Vader and asked Lupin in a low voice, "What's wrong with him?"

"…Drunk?"

Lupin looked at the empty wine glass in Wade's hand and said in confusion, "The alcohol content of this honey water is not high!"

"Anyway, he probably needs some sleep now. I'll take him to his bedroom."

Dumbledore stood up and waved his wand. The small sofa where Wade was sitting was slightly suspended in the air and then slowly floated.

Harry quickly led the way: "My room is upstairs!"

The house had the same layout as the Dursleys', with only three rooms that could be used as bedrooms - one for Lupin, one for Sirius, and one for Harry.

Because the Ministry of Magic has strict supervision in this area, Lupin and Sirius cannot use the Traceless Extension Charm to expand the space at will, otherwise they might really receive two Azkaban Experience Tickets.

Even though Harry hadn't been able to stay overnight in the house recently because he had to stay at the Dursleys', his room was already cluttered with junk, with Harry's homework, textbooks, Quidditch models, and wizard robes scattered everywhere.

He ran back to the bedroom embarrassedly to clean up, and then stuffed all the miscellaneous items into the cupboard.

Wade didn't seem to notice that he was being carried. He went up the steps as if he was sitting on an escalator, while continuing to ask questions with a serious expression -

"Professor, do you think it is right to abolish the death penalty?"

"——If the death penalty still existed in the British wizarding world, Sirius would have died twelve years ago, and there would have been no chance for him to clear his name."

"Professor, if you could go back in time and return to your youth... would you make the same choices as you did in this lifetime?"

"——I don't think so. I have a lot of regrets that I want to change, but there is no chance to start over in life."

"Professor, can you Apparate to the moon?"

"——No, I would die if I went that far. And there is no air on the moon, and no way to breathe."

Wade's questions were strange, but Dumbledore always answered them patiently, then floated him to the bed in the bedroom, put him down, and covered him with a quilt.

"Have a good rest, Wade." Dumbledore said gently, "You look very tired today."

"Dumbledore!"

Seeing that he was about to leave, Wade suddenly sat up, raised his hand, and the wardrobe space clicked open in the center of the room.

Dumbledore turned around and looked at the scene in surprise.

The cabinet door was suddenly pushed open with a "bang", and several magic cats dragged a bearded man and walked out backwards.

"This is one of the werewolves that kidnapped the alchemist."

After saying this, Wade fell onto the bed, pulled the quilt up to his chest and covered it, and fell asleep in a second.

The few puppet cats left outside the space looked at each other, then quickly rushed into the wardrobe space. The huge wardrobe was quickly folded and finally turned into a small pencil case on the floor.

Dumbledore: "..."

After a while, the principal picked up the pencil case on the ground, placed it gently next to Wade's pillow, and then "floated" the bearded man away.

Only one chapter tonight.

Chapter 2 will be updated tomorrow

Chapter 317 Vader: Resurrect Peter

Wade slept until dawn. When he woke up in the morning and saw the surrounding environment, he thought he had traveled through time again.

Then, the wand and pencil case beside him told him that this guess was ridiculous and he was still Weed Grey.

But Wade couldn't remember how he fell asleep last night, and why he placed the important pencil case so casually next to his pillow.

Holding his head and recalling for a moment, the hazy memory began to revive, and Wade slowly remembered Dumbledore's words -

"Is that the mead you bought from the Three Broomsticks? Please pour me a glass."

Vader: “…”

He groaned and covered his face.

Isn't it just for Dumbledore?

He thought he was given a honey-flavored drink!

While talking, Wade didn't think about it at all. After all, in his opinion, adults generally don't pour a full glass of wine for minors.

Slowly, he even remembered what he had done afterwards... No, it might just be that he had confused his memories with his dreams...

Wade, hoping for a lucky break, opened the closet space. After he entered, several puppet pets came running over and followed him closely.

But... that bearded man... is gone.

Looking at the empty cell, Wade now really felt a splitting headache.

The bearded men had no loyalty to their group, only hatred for having their lives destroyed.

Wade kept this man because he thought he could be used. He did think about being honest with the headmaster and getting Dumbledore's help... but he never thought he would be exposed like this!

Wade closed the space, sighed deeply, and lay down on the bed. He didn't even want to leave this room.

One night was enough for Dumbledore to dig out all the secrets in the bearded man's mind.

For example...how the giant eight-eyed spider raised by Vader bit Thick Eyebrow's head ferociously.

At this moment, in Dumbledore's mind, Wade felt that he was probably the same as Voldemort, even more cruel.

After all, when Voldemort was thirteen years old, he was still a good student with excellent character and academic performance. At most, he did bad things like bullying classmates and forming gangs.

He indirectly killed Myrtle, and also personally murdered his uncle, both of which happened when he was in fifth or sixth grade.

Wade sighed deeply, frowned, and played with his pencil case in his hand, his thoughts in a mess.

He sat on the bed and thought, if Dumbledore began to regard him as a criminal in reserve, the current harmonious and tacit mode of getting along would disappear... But the headmaster would definitely wait and see first.

Dumbledore always seems to have enough patience to wait and respond when changes occur in the future.

——He placed the pencil case next to his pillow instead of dissecting the secrets inside and investigating Wade thoroughly.

Based on this, Wade believed that Dumbledore would not turn hostile immediately... but he still felt uneasy.

When he first entered school, Wade did not believe that Dumbledore was really as selfless, kind and gentle as portrayed in the original book, and always speculated about the headmaster from a conspiracy theory perspective.

But after they gradually got along well... Wade began to feel uncomfortable again when he thought about the new, irreconcilable barriers that might arise in the future.

With a "bang", the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open.

"You're awake, Vader."

Harry said happily, "Come down quickly, the school's books are here."

After he finished speaking, he went out again immediately, and Wade heard the sound of Harry running down the stairs.

Wade: Harry came over from the Dursleys early in the morning...

Think about it too.

Although the Dursleys didn't dare to imprison Harry or kick him out of the house because Sirius and Lupin lived next door, they would probably not be willing to prepare a sumptuous breakfast for him.

When Wade came downstairs, he heard Harry sitting at the dining table and saying to Lupin:

"Aunt Marge is on the ten o'clock train this morning. She'll be staying for a week... I asked Dumbledore, and he said that since I've been living at the Dursleys' for over a month, the magic has taken effect, and I can stay here for the rest of the time."

There was an old suitcase at the door of the living room, which obviously contained Harry's luggage.

"Who is this Aunt Marge?" Sirius asked as he buttered his bread. "What did she do to you?"

"She's Uncle Vernon's sister. She has a lot of dogs... You can imagine what kind of person she is by looking at Uncle Vernon and Dudley."

Harry said with lingering fear: "Anyway... I would rather have bones grow in my arms again than spend even a second with her."

Sirius nodded and said, "I see."

"Sirius, how's your investigation going?"

Vader asked as he walked into the restaurant.

Sirius shook his head and said, "Nothing much... They say that the vampire named Trocca has moved away for several years, and no one has looked for him recently except me."

There was a deep sense of fatigue under his eyes, as if he had not slept all night.

"Sirius, how can your investigation alone compare to that of so many Aurors in the Ministry of Magic?"

Harry advised, "I think you need to take a good rest for a while. I don't know about others, but with Lockhart's personality, he won't be able to hide for long before he can't help but sign on the wall."