Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

"What's going on?" Vader asked.

"Let me tell you." Hermione put down the book and said softly, "Today in Potions class, we have to make a shrinking potion. Neville accidentally added too much rat bile... To make up for it, he added a few more drops of leech juice..."

"Then Snape was very angry. He said that he would feed the potion brewed by Neville to Radford after class. If he made a mistake, Radford would be poisoned to death..." Harry added.

Riff is Neville's toad. Although this pet is ugly and often gets lost, Neville cherishes it very much.

"And then?" Wade thought of Neville's bitter and resentful look and asked, "Is Laifu dead?"

"No." Harry shook his head and said, "Hermione helped, and the potion was successful, but when he came back, Neville..."

He motioned for Vader to look at Neville's seat -

There was a shallow basin on Neville's desk at this time, filled with some soil and a shallow bowl of water. The toad Leif was lying in the basin with his belly bulging.

Looks very stupid.

Wade took a step back calmly and asked, "Didn't you use the shrinking potion? Why do you still look like an adult?"

"It originally turned into a tadpole. But before the get out of class was over, Professor Snape dropped a few drops of potion on it, and it turned back again," said Hermione.

"That's it..."

Vader thought.

He suddenly realized that most of his potion reserves were poisons, antidotes, polyjuice potions, etc., but the shrinking potion was also very useful. One bottle was still too little, and he should stock up more.

In a way, it feels like turning back time.

In fact, shrinking potions can sometimes make the drinker younger, but sometimes they can make the drinker "shrink" physically.

There are many legends about the shrinking potion -

The potion was given to two brothers by the potion-maker Zygmunt Budge, who shrunk them to the size of beetles. To avoid being eaten by their own cat, the brothers hid under a cupboard for several days until the potion wore off.

Later, a fellow named Samuel Plunkett, who was persecuted by the villagers of a Muggle village, poured shrinking potion into the village well and then chased the shrunken villagers wearing hobnail boots.

Even if this potion is made with the same ingredients, through the same steps, and produces the same bright green color, the effects may be completely different.

It was particularly troublesome that even the wizard who brewed the shrinking potion could not determine the specific effect it would have before it was consumed.

But for Wade, no matter which effect it has, it will undermine the drinker's combat effectiveness and is equally useful.

"Disarm yourself! Disarm yourself!"

Neville rested for a while and then started again.

Using spells so frequently not only consumes a lot of physical strength, but the excessive loss of magic power is also not good for the future. Everyone is a little worried, but they don't know how to dissuade them.

—Rive has recovered, hasn't he?

Moreover, Snape has been targeting Neville for a long time. In the past, he was able to adjust himself quickly after class. Everyone didn't understand why he reacted so strongly this time.

Wade patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "I'll go take a look. You guys continue."

When Wade entered the practice room, he saw Neville silently picking up the broken target and then using [Restore to New] to repair it.

But perhaps the damage caused by the spell was too deep. Neville tried several times, and the target would still crack after the spell flashed.

He knelt on the ground, repeating in vain:

"Recover as before! Recover as before! Recover as before!!"

Sweat dripped down his cheeks, making him look like he was crying.

Wade suddenly understood something. Standing at the entrance, his feet felt like they were nailed down and his chest felt suffocated.

After several minutes, Neville, who had tried countless times, finally gave up. He leaned his head against the target, his solid back hunched, as if he had huddled into a ball.

Wade hesitated for a moment before walking over: "Neville."

Neville looked up, and Vader thought he was crying, but he wasn't.

His face was pale, his forehead was covered with sweat, his eyes were empty and blank, and he looked very tired.

"Vade."

Neville was stunned for a moment before he called out Vader's name.

He wiped the stains on the target with his sleeve, lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry... I broke the wooden target that Ryan made."

Instead of saying "It's okay", Wade sat down next to him and asked, "Is that all you want to say?"

Neville blinked slowly, then said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so angry today. Hermione has been helping me, and I didn't even thank her..."

"Don't apologize, you have nothing to apologize for."

Wade interrupted him, put his arm around Neville's shoulders and pulled him towards him.

Neville was caught off guard and held on to the ground. The calmness on his face was broken and he opened his mouth in shock.

"If you feel really bad, just cry." Wade said, "It's okay, I'm with you - I know you're in a lot of pain right now."

After a long while, the unpleasant and hoarse crying sound began to sound intermittently.

Wade knew that watching his companion being forced to take the potion probably reminded Neville of his parents being tortured by Death Eaters.

Why is he so obsessed with the target that cannot be repaired? Perhaps it is because he associates it with the fragmented spiritual world of the Longbottoms.

He can't protect it, and he can't repair it.

The toad was still around, but the parents were at St. Mungo's.

Wade patted Neville's shoulder gently and sighed silently.

Chapter 342 Weasley: Have fun even in exams

After crying, Neville felt much better.

He apologized to everyone embarrassedly, and everyone just thought that he was too upset by Professor Snape, so they nodded in understanding.

Harry also joined Neville in scolding Snape for a while -

If he was in Gryffindor, he would have received a lot of responses immediately. But at this moment, Neville lowered his head and said little, while Hermione rolled her eyes at Harry.

"Potions is a rigorous subject. Indeed, I also think that Professor Snape is... uh... a little harsh, but being strict is not a bad thing." Hermione said bluntly.

Harry retorted, "So you think he was right to let Radford test the potion?"

Hermione hesitated for a moment, then said hesitantly, "For Professor Snape, he can definitely tell at a glance whether a potion is poisonous or not..."

"Hermione!" said Harry angrily. "We are friends!"

"Perhaps Professor Snape wants to use this method to force Neville to study Potions seriously?"

Padma leaned on her arms and tilted her head and said, "Although it is indeed a bit excessive, even if it is poison, Professor Snape will definitely have a way to save Leif."

"I don't believe Snape is so kind!" Harry said angrily, "He is just bullying Neville! This is too much! I must tell Dumbledore!"

"I'm afraid the headmaster won't interfere with the professor's teaching methods. Think about Lockhart before." Michael said.

Neville was listening silently to this argument which was caused by him but seemed to have nothing to do with him.

He knew that Harry stood on his side not because he could understand the real pain he was feeling, but because Harry was also one of the people being targeted and he hated Snape.

Hermione and Padma objected, not because they had any opinions about themselves, but because they looked at the results objectively and felt that it was just a small matter.

People didn't know Neville's past, nor did they understand his thoughts. Neville didn't intend to open his wounds and tell everyone -

His parents had been tortured to insanity and had been in St. Mungo's Hospital for more than a decade.

The sympathy and the humiliation were equally unbearable for Neville.

But when Wade was silently by his side, he also felt the long-lost comfort and warmth.

Thinking of Vader, Neville realized that he had not heard Vader's voice.

He looked around but saw no one, so he asked Theo next to him, "Where's Wade?"

"He said he had something to do and left first," said Theo.

"Oh."

Neville silently opened his book and prepared to do today's homework.

……

The green liquid in the crucible was bubbling. Wade saw that the time was almost up, so he took it off the fire, stirred it clockwise for a few times, and let it sit for it to cool down.

While waiting, the color of the potion became lighter and lighter, and finally even turned transparent.

Wade filled a small bottle of potion and put it in his pocket. He put the rest in a crystal bottle large enough to store it in the closet space.

Then he took the small bottle of potion, left the Room of Requirement, and walked down the stairs.

It was close to curfew, the corridor was empty, even most of the portraits were asleep, only the torches hanging on the wall were burning quietly.

Vader's footsteps echoed with "empty, empty" sounds, and his shadow was lengthened by the torch, like a strange man with a broad body and thin legs.

The two sneaky figures were frightened by the footsteps and shadows. They scurried behind the statue next to them and huddled together against the wall, their faces almost getting crushed.

Wade was suddenly shocked to see two names on the statue in the castle. Then he noticed the two figures of cricket pupae and felt speechless.

"Fred, George, what are you doing?" Wade asked.

He suddenly spoke, and the twins were startled, but then they saw it was Wade and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's you, Wade. I thought it was Filch!"

Fred calmly pushed George away and brushed the dirt off his body.

George raised his glass and said enthusiastically, "We're going to have a drink at the Three Broomsticks. Wade, do you want to come?"

Vader shook his head and said, "I have things to do - and isn't this the OWLs year for you? Why are you going out drinking? You don't have classes tomorrow morning?"

"Oh no, Vader! Don't be like Hermione!"

Fred held his head in mock pain: "Even if it's the OWLs year, it can't stop us from pursuing happiness!"

"Anyway, we don't want to join the Ministry of Magic, nor do we aspire to get a few certificates. Study hard, Wade. We're going out to play!"

George said animatedly, and then the two brothers waved together and walked towards the statue of the hunchbacked witch.

Vader heard their voices growing farther and farther away—