Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

"And I have something else to tell you," Dumbledore said finally. "I have brought back a man."

Wade was stunned for a moment, then he understood: "——Khalil?"

Make up for one more

Chapter 360 Transfer Students

Dumbledore nodded slightly: "He is still a child. Even if he did something wrong, I think he should be given a chance to correct it... Besides, he should have been a student of Hogwarts."

Wade had guessed what the principal would say.

After all, Caryl was only thirteen years old, and Dumbledore had given Voldemort chance after chance. Naturally, he would not send such a kidnapped child away directly.

"but……"

Wade frowned slightly and said, "Mr. Johnson has been looking for him. Perhaps we should reunite them first? I think Mr. Johnson may not want Khalil to enter any magic school again."

"That's another piece of bad news, Vader."

Dumbledore said: "Mr. Landon Johnson's whereabouts are unknown. I looked for the place where he stayed before, and found that no one has lived there for a long time."

Wade was startled: "He... Could it be that he has already..."

Dumbledore shook his head slowly, "I don't know. But young Mr. Johnson has nowhere else to go except Hogwarts."

"In the past two years or so, he has received some bad education within the organization, Wade. I hope you can help me pay attention to his condition and guide him to correctly distinguish right from wrong."

……

When leaving the principal's office, Wade was a little upset.

He did not refuse Dumbledore's entrustment. After all, the headmaster made the request with exhaustion... But when he thought about meeting that annoying guy Caryl again, Wade frowned unconsciously.

Wade's friends are very careful about the boundaries of interpersonal relationships. When he wants to be alone, no one will be so tactful as to pull him into their circle.

But Khalil?

He doesn't even know there's such a thing as a "sense of boundaries" in the world.

However, no matter how reluctant Wade was, Khalil still appeared before him openly.

At dinner time, Wade came to the auditorium and saw that the four long tables were almost full of students from the four colleges - this was rare under normal circumstances.

"Why are there so many people?" Wade asked casually as he sat down.

Michael, who had saved a seat for him, said, "I don't know... Professor Flitwick asked the prefect to inform everyone that they must be in the hall on time for dinner tonight."

Several senior students looked towards the teacher's seat first.

"Professor Abigail is still here." Penelope breathed a sigh of relief: "That's great, it's not the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who's in trouble."

"No one will get into trouble unless something happens to her. Have you forgotten how strong Professor Abigail is? I doubt she could even defeat a troll without a wand!"

Marietta said smoothly.

"Who knows?" Penelope said, "The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is a high-risk job in our school."

Everyone was talking about it, and late students came in one after another.

Suddenly, a man walked behind Wade and patted him on the shoulder.

He turned around and was surprised to see that it was Percy Weasley - they had hardly ever spoken to each other.

Percy's attitude was also very good, and although there was still a hint of arrogance in his tone, he tried his best to smile.

"Gray, I heard you also took twelve courses?"

"Yes--" Vader responded, not knowing what his purpose was.

"So you got - that, too?" Percy indicated with his fingers.

"Of course," Vader said.

"Use with caution. Remember the professor's warning and don't break any of the rules."

Percy seemed to be possessed by Professor McGonagall and said in the tone of an elder: "This is all for your safety."

"Uh...thank you?"

Wade replied in confusion, while Michael rolled his eyes beside him.

Then, Percy continued to walk forward, his steps were very slow, and then he was stopped by the girls: "Weasley, what did you mean by what you just said to Gray? Is it a secret?"

The girls around him all looked at him with smiles. Percy's freckled face turned slightly red, but he pretended to be serious and said:

"Just some...necessary guidance on how to manage your time when taking multiple courses..."

Marietta suddenly realized: "That's right, you got the twelve OWLs certificate..."

Qiu Zhang, who was sitting next to her, smiled but said nothing.

Percy coughed dryly and adjusted the student union president badge on his chest so that it faced the light and appeared brighter.

"Ahem, I definitely don't mean to brag, but there are very few students who can do this. I just hope that Gray can stick to it like me and not give up halfway..."

Feeling like he was being stepped on again, Vader looked at Percy in disbelief, then at Michael: "What does he mean by this? Does he have a problem with me?"

"What else can it mean?" Michael said disdainfully, "He's just looking for an opportunity to talk to Penelope - you're just a stepping stone for their love, no matter what he says, just treat it as nonsense."

Vader took another look, and sure enough—when Penelope also began to talk to Percy, his expression became noticeably more excited, and he almost completely ignored the others around him.

"They have to be secretive about everything they say... Don't they think this relationship is a secret?" Wade asked in surprise.

"Not everyone can see as clearly as we do." Michael raised his chin and gestured: "Look, there are people over there who didn't see it."

He was talking about Marietta.

When Percy and Penelope were chatting, Marietta always wanted to interject a few words. Qiu Zhang next to her interrupted her several times, but she didn't understand what he meant.

But Percy didn't talk for long before he had to walk towards the front of the Gryffindor table, keeping a wary eye on what his twin brother was doing.

Fred and George didn't cause any trouble. They were eagerly looking forward to something different and interesting happening tonight.

The teachers' seats were gradually filled up, leaving only the seat next to Dumbledore empty - that was Professor McGonagall's seat.

Seeing that almost all the students had arrived, Dumbledore picked up his fork and tapped his cup.

"Ding-ding-"

The clear sound echoed throughout the auditorium and everyone fell silent.

"Good evening, students..." Dumbledore stood up and said with a smile: "I hope you have a good weekend."

"Today we gather together to welcome a transfer student - Caryl Johnson!"

There was a buzz of discussion in the auditorium.

"Who is this person? Have you heard of him?"

"Johnson? Is there such a pure-blood family?"

"Hi, Angelina, is this a relative of yours?"

"No, I never heard of it."

"It seems that the Avery family once married a man named Johnson... I wonder if they are the same family..."

The door of the auditorium was suddenly opened, and Professor McGonagall stood at the door with a young man who was very unfamiliar to everyone, staring at the students who were whispering with stern eyes.

But the crowd had no time to be afraid, they were all looking at the strange student.

Chapter 361 Sorting: Gryffindor

The young wizard standing at the door had golden brown hair and extremely pale skin. When the light shone on it, one could faintly see the blue veins.

He was wearing a brand new black school robe without any extra decorations, and his posture seemed a bit arrogant.

Being stared at by many students and teachers, he did not show any fear or embarrassment, but waved his hands generously and said happily to everyone: "Hello!"

Many Gryffindor students subconsciously followed suit and waved. The Hufflepuffs also smiled friendly, while the Serpents and Eagles continued to observe.

Professor McGonagall frowned and glanced around. After the students quieted down, she said, "Follow me, Mr. Johnson."

The two walked to the front, where Filch placed a small stool, and Professor McGonagall took the Sorting Hat from Dumbledore.

Before entering the door, Caryl had already learned the sorting process from Professor McGonagall. He took the dirty hat, made a disgusted "tsk" sound, and then put it on his head.

The pointed hat twisted slightly on his head, as if he was in great difficulty.

As time passed, Wade heard Ron Weasley mutter, "Is there something wrong with the hat? After all, it's been over a thousand years..."

It was unknown whether the Sorting Hat was trying to prove itself, but before Ron could finish his words, the Sorting Hat shouted, "Gryffindor!"

Suddenly, warm applause broke out from the Gryffindor table. The Weasley twins slapped the table and shouted, "I knew it! He's a Gryffindor at first glance!"

Harry clapped hard too - it had taken him a long time to sort into the houses himself, and he felt a sense of kinship when he met students who had given the Sorting Hat a similarly difficult decision.

Caryl held on to his hat, as if unaware that the Sorting ceremony was over, until Professor McGonagall forcibly pulled it out of his hands.

"Oh, damn boy!" said the Sorting Hat angrily. "He's almost tearing me apart!"

Professor McGonagall suppressed her anger and didn't want to scold the freshmen on the first day. She said seriously: "Mr. Johnson, you can sit at the Gryffindor table!"

"Okay, professor." Khalil replied in a polite manner.

Professor McGonagall gave him a long look, picked up her hat and stool, and strode away.

Khalil found an empty seat and sat down, shaking hands with the student nearby. Before they had time to introduce themselves to each other, a sumptuous dinner appeared on the long table, with more variety than usual.

The students cheered and ate with relish.

Fred leaned over and took a piece of beef, and said to Caryl with a gloating look, "Good job, provoking Professor McGonagall as soon as you get here - why are you holding the Sorting Hat?"

"I'm just chatting with it." Khalil said with a smile: "This is the first time I've seen such a smart hat. It seems to be able to see through people's brains."

The Gryffindors were not interested in the subject.

Angelina said, "Hello, I'm a Johnson too - Angelina Johnson. I've been at Hogwarts for so long, but this is the first time I've seen a transfer student - which school did you go to originally?"

Khalil said, “I came from America.”

"Is it Ilvermorny?" Percy showed off his knowledge. "I heard that school was modeled after Hogwarts and is also divided into four colleges. Which college are you from?"