Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Vader's racing heart slowed down.

He suddenly realized that Professor Murray had no intention of monopolizing his alchemical achievements. He was just simply happy for Wade.

It was just that Professor Murray's expression was too extroverted and his eyes were too excited, which made Wade feel threatened.

He slowly adjusted his breathing and heartbeat, realizing that there was something wrong with his mentality.

——Because of Quirrell and... Dumbledore, he now has very low trust in the professors in the school, and subconsciously assumes the greatest malice towards them.

But in fact, Professor Flitwick was gentle and enthusiastic, and Professor Murray had been helping and guiding him since they met, so it was really wrong for him to have such doubts.

Professor Murray had no idea what was going on in Wade's mind. He wrote a few lines and suddenly asked, "By the way, Wade, what's the name of your work? It should have a name, right?"

Wade said as calmly as possible: "Yes, I call it - "The Book of Friends"."

He wrote "Book of Friends" on the paper, but felt that it lacked some charm, so he wrote the three words "友人帐" in Chinese characters.

"What is this?" Professor Murray curiously poked at the three words that looked like flowing paintings.

"The Chinese characters for 友人帐." Wade explained and read it again in Chinese.

Professor Murray imitated it clumsily, pondered it for a moment, and smiled: "Not bad. This can become your unique symbol."

He buried his head and continued writing: "Wade, have you applied to stay in school during the holidays?"

"No." Wade sat next to him, "My parents have been waiting for me to come home."

"On the third day after Christmas, I will hold a small party at my home. Remember to set aside time on that day." Professor Murray said, "I can introduce you to some... um... friends who may be very helpful to you."

"Of course, my pleasure, Professor."

Because of the guilt in his heart, Wade is now particularly easy to talk to.

"Also, your 'Friends' Book' is confidential now and should not be made public." Professor Murray blinked and said with a smile: "I will give you a surprise during the holidays."

With some residual suspicion still lingering in his heart, Wade subconsciously became alert and said hesitantly, "Uh... Actually, I was planning to give it to my friends as a Christmas gift - if the response is good, I will sell it on a small scale among my classmates and make some pocket money -"

"Oh—Vader—Vader—"

Professor Murray raised his eyes and looked at him, as if he was looking at a young child, and smiled gently: "My child, you are still young, so you don't understand. There are two kinds of alchemists in the world - one is those who have learned a little alchemy and work in the Ministry of Magic or various companies. They are called alchemists, but in fact they are just the labor of capital; the other kind of alchemist is me -"

He tapped his own chest with his finger, then pointed at Vader.

"--and you."

Vader's eyes widened slightly.

"Surprised? Do you think this statement is too early for you?" Professor Murray asked as if he could read your mind.

Vader nodded. "I thought... it was just a simple little thing... I'm just getting started in alchemy."

Professor Murray smiled and shook his head: "The person who invented the quill pen must have thought it was just a simple little thing, but we have been using it for more than a thousand years."

He wrote the letter, stamped it with his seal, and sent it away by owl. Finally, he reminded Wade: "It doesn't matter if friends give each other small gifts, but forget about selling them yourself - you should spend your time on more useful things instead of being a peddler or a craftsman."

……

In the evening, after Wade finished making all the friend books that he was going to send out during the holidays, he returned to his lounge, lay exhausted on his bed, and thought about all the people he had met here.

Quirrell and Voldemort wandering around the castle.

Dumbledore, the guardian of this school, cruelly placed the lives of all teachers and students on the chessboard.

"Don't you feel wronged?" Michael asked him.

Ryan said: "I thought these things were far away from us."

Fred said, "Dumbledore really knows everything."

Hermione said: "Dumbledore is right... the heavy reality and hatred will overwhelm him."

And Harry Potter... the Boy Who Lived...

Vader covered his eyes with his hands and looked as if he was asleep.

Suddenly, a soft "pop" sound was heard in the room, as if a bubble had burst.

Vader immediately opened his eyes and turned to see the house-elf Zoe standing in the middle of the dormitory.

"You're here, Zoe." Wade smiled: "Thank you for agreeing to my request before."

Zoe whispered, "Ved Grey needs help, and Zoe is certainly willing to help him. But Zoe hasn't received a signal, so I came to see him."

"Because I wasn't in danger today. Professor Murray was better than I thought."

Wade pulled a green "bean" out of his pocket and showed it to Zoe.

This is a communication device between them, and Zoe also has one.

After completing the Book of Friends, Wade also made these small magic beans, using the association spell and the transformation spell. As long as he squeezed it hard, the beans in Zoe's hand would heat up.

Ever since his "chance encounter" with Quirrell, Wade has been thinking about how to ensure his survival. Dumbledore has his own plans, and the professors at the school will not ignore Dumbledore's orders to be his bodyguards. The only people who can be relied on and are willing to help him unconditionally are the house elves at the school.

Fortunately, he had a good relationship with the house-elves in charge of Ravenclaw Tower.

This strange creature can Apparate anywhere in Hogwarts, and its magic is even stronger than some adult wizards. Although they cannot disobey the school professors, it does not violate their duties to help a student escape from danger.

So Wade made an agreement with Zoe - as long as the magic beans in his hand became hot, Zoe would come to him immediately and take him to a safe place quickly.

Before meeting Professor Murray today, Wade brought the magic beans with him. He prepared for the worst, but fortunately he didn't have to use them.

Chapter 46 Notice prohibiting the use of magic

The house-elf looked at him with eyes as clear as a child's.

"Is Vid Grey sad?"

"Uh..." Wade was stunned for a moment, then sighed, turning the magic bean in his hand and said, "I'm not really sad, am I? I just suddenly realized that my thoughts were a little too..."

dark.

He swallowed the word and said, "--Should I say it's paranoia? I used very bad thoughts to speculate about a professor who was kind to me..."

"Weid Grey is not wrong!" Zoe suddenly said loudly.

“—Zoe?”

"Professor Murray is a good man, but Weed Grey was right to be vigilant." Zoe nodded vigorously. "Zoe knows a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who tried to have a bad relationship with a third-year girl and was sent to Azkaban. Zoe also knows a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who used dark magic on his students and was also sent to Azkaban. There was also a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who took advantage of his students' trust to invite him to a party, and then contacted dark wizards to kidnap students and demand ransom."

Wade laughed: "He's in Azkaban too?"

Zoe shook her head: "An errant spell made his wand explode and he died."

"They're all Defense Against the Dark Arts professors... this position is really weird." Wade complained.

"The Defense Against the Dark Arts professors change very quickly, and there are many bad ones. Quirrell is also bad. Weed Grey must always be vigilant." Zoe said seriously.

Vader sighed, "I will."

……

When he woke up in the morning, Wade waved his wand and checked the time.

Golden words appeared: [07:00am].

Today was Friday, they had no classes in the morning, and most students would not get up early. When Wade walked through the common room, there were only two fifth-year students sitting in front of the fireplace reading.

——Poor senior high school student.

Wade felt sympathetic.

He used his magic wand to conjure a ball of blue flame and put it in a bottle. With this, he would not be too cold even when he went outdoors.

Wade will leave school by train tomorrow. He decided to go to the library after breakfast and borrow as many books as possible so that he won't waste his time when he gets home.

After spending a morning in the library, when Wade returned to the hall, he found Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick there, busy setting up Christmas decorations, and he immediately went forward to help.

"Ah, Weider, thank you," said Professor Flitwick cheerfully. "We'll have to hang all those ribbons on the wall."

Several people worked with wands, bright hanging ribbons hung on the wall, twelve towering Christmas trees were placed on both sides, hundreds of candles lined up, coiled around the Christmas trees under the command of Professor Flitwick, and burned quietly. The tip of his wand also sprayed golden bubbles, hanging on the branches.

Professor McGonagall used her wand to lightly touch the ice crystals hanging from the branches, transforming some of them into shiny little animals or bells. Her effortless Transfiguration made the students in the auditorium marvel in admiration.

More students came to help. They gave full play to their creativity. Some conjured golden stars, some conjured deer with their heads held high, and some made several sleighs run over the auditorium. They demonstrated their excellent magical skills, which earned the two professors a lot of points for the college.

Of course, there were also failed transformations. A Slytherin boy originally just wanted to make a few candles, but he didn't expect the spell to go wrong. The tip of the wand suddenly exploded, turning his entire face black, causing everyone else to laugh.

Soon, the auditorium was completely renovated. Michael, who came downstairs to eat, said in a dilemma: "You know, Wade, I miss my family very much. But--"

He flicked the branch with his fingers, and the ice hamster hanging on it immediately squeaked.

"Christmas at Hogwarts seems to be very interesting..."

He looked like he really wanted to stay.

"Wade, Michael, you're all here." West, the sixth grade male prefect, strode over and took out two pieces of paper and handed them to them: "Come on, sign this."

Michael took it and said, "'Notice prohibiting the use of magic during holidays'? Why should I sign this? I'm a wizard!"

"Yes - underage wizards." West nodded perfunctorily and urged: "Hurry up, I still have to find Anthony and the others."

Vader looked down at the notice.

[According to the "Law on Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards", underage wizards need to pay attention to the following prohibitions during the holidays:

First, wizards under the age of seventeen are considered minors and are prohibited from using magic outside of school;

Second, underage wizards should consciously abide by and uphold the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy. Underage wizards need to know that any magical activity that may attract the attention of non-magical members (Muggles) is a serious violation of the law;

Third, knowingly using magic in front of Muggles is a criminal act and will result in a warning from the Ministry of Magic. In serious cases, the offender will be expelled...】

There are seven or eight more prohibitions at the end, but they all mean one thing - no use of magic and no disclosure of any information about the wizarding world to Muggles.

Wade had read in books about the history of magic that Muggles had been hunting down wizards on a large scale since the 15th century. Although wizards were often more powerful individually, their social structure was completely decentralized, and wizards needed to rely on the Muggle world for everything except transportation, which often exposed their identities.

For more than two hundred years, many wizards were persecuted to death by Muggles. Especially because wizard children cannot control magic, they are easily noticed and then arrested, imprisoned or even burned to death. In order to protect the wizard community, the Statute of Secrecy was established in 1692. It has continued to this day and is still strictly observed. It is the iron law of the wizarding world.

Of course, wizard books only record the persecution of wizards by Muggles, but do not record the reasons for the sudden deterioration of relations between the two sides, nor do they record the wizards' counterattack and revenge against Muggles.

Nowadays, it is not known whether it is to ease the hatred between Muggles and wizards and avoid exacerbating the conflict, but their textbook "History of Magic" is vague about this period of history, and instead focuses on the deeds of the weirdo Wendelin - a very strange and powerful witch who enjoyed the feeling of being tied to a stake and burned, and deliberately changed into different appearances to let people catch her forty-seven times.

This particular case is used in the History of Magic to prove that the practice of burning witches was completely nonsense, but in fact, many witches were burned at the stake.