Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Wade complained in his heart, but he was indeed much more relieved.

He thanked Ralph and thanked him for his help before, and only returned to the dormitory after Ralph disappeared from his sight.

Everything in the dormitory is still just right. The room is warm and comfortable, the bedding is fluffy and soft, and the tables, chairs and sundries are all kept clean.

Wade looked at the pot of hot water on the table and thought it was incredible that one day Zoe and the others would become as wise and steady as Ralph.

By that time, he would probably be as old as a dead tree trunk...if he could live that long...

While holding the water cup, Wade thought of the shy Zoe, the cheerful and talkative Habby... thought of Ralph's wrinkled face, and his eyes as big as tennis balls...

Suddenly, Wade froze as if the pause button had been pressed, and Ralph's voice echoed in his ears -

"it's me."

"I am the protector of you children."

House-elves rarely refer to themselves as "I", but instead refer to themselves by their names. For example, Zoe would always say "Zoe this and that", as if she were talking about someone else.

But Ralph...he said "I" naturally...

Wade thought for a while, shook his head, and let go of the strange feeling in his heart.

——The older you get, the more you can discover the essence of the world...and maybe Ralph was influenced by Dumbledore, so his self-awareness is slightly stronger than other house-elves.

……

When Caryl entered Hogwarts, before he even flipped through the books, he first went through the complicated schedule of Hogwarts' third-year students.

Students who choose fewer courses are actually not that busy, but they have to walk a long way to get to the corresponding classroom for each class. They also have to deal with the stairs for school activities and the mischievous Peeves, which makes everyone seem busy.

Wade found that he gradually began to like the divination class.

Trelawney continued to talk nonsense in a mysterious way, and few students could see that she was just a facade. Most of them were in awe of the professor.

Trelawney liked it best when her students made up all kinds of false and tragic prophecies. But even if Wade's interpretation of the prophecy was as bland as boiled water, Professor Trelawney would not deny him.

Arithmancy also began to become more interesting - of course, other students did not think so - as the difficulty of calculation increased, the accuracy of divination also improved.

Even Care of Magical Creatures looked good.

Hagrid brought in various harmless or less dangerous magical creatures and had the students learn how to care for them.

Occasionally, a few ferocious beasts would appear in his class. Whenever this happened, Hagrid would always stay next to the monsters, watching the students as they interacted with, greeted, and played games with the beasts one by one, to prevent any accidents from happening.

Time slipped quietly into October.

Khalil's academic performance was polarized - he was ahead in some subjects, but in others he slept through them and said after waking up:

"Seriously, Gray, how did you resist being hypnotized by that old man?"

Wade said, "Do your homework."

Carle suddenly perked up: "Really? You've finished it? Lend it to me to copy!"

Wade readily threw the homework to him, but when Khalil opened it, he was dumbfounded.

"What is this you wrote? 'Analysis of the Essentials of the Vanishing Spell'? Do we learn this spell?"

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Chapter 365 What is injected?

"I'll learn it later." Wade took back the homework, raised his eyebrows, and said, "You should finish your homework independently."

He watched Khalil scratching his homework and smiled with glee, then he saw that when the boy was scratching his hair, his sleeves slipped down a little, revealing a thin, dark mark on his arm.

Vader's eyes darkened slightly.

He knew that those were marks left by whipping.

Sometimes, Wade couldn't understand: after being "educated" by Dumbledore, did Caryl really turn over a new leaf and be willing to be an ordinary student?

Or is it that he is still loyal to the "organization", and everything he says and does at this time is just to carry out the organization's orders?

It was obvious that he was not treated very well over there, but when we got along with each other normally, we didn't see any shadow of the past on him.

It has been more than ten days since they entered Hogwarts, and the students' curiosity about the transfer students has basically disappeared. Caryl is like a fish in water in Gryffindor and gets along well with students from other colleges.

But for such a long time, he never mentioned his parents once.

Wade asked Ralph and learned that Khalil did not secretly use the school owl to send a letter to the Johnsons, nor did he ask the principal to help deliver a message, as if the two once close family members were just passers-by in his life.

He couldn't figure it out, but all he could do now was to treat him as an ordinary classmate and then observe slowly.

Khalil suddenly raised his head and asked, "What's wrong? You've been looking at me..."

"Ink on your face," Wade said.

"What? Where?"

Wade pointed, and Khalil quickly wiped it twice with the back of his hand.

……

After dinner, Wade turned an old kerosene lamp can and a water cup into a food box. He and Harry took the sumptuous meal and walked towards the school infirmary.

Lupin has returned to human form and has a separate ward here.

The injuries inflicted by Hagrid have healed, but his body functions have been damaged to some extent. He also experienced a full moon transformation during this period, so he is very weak, can only eat liquid food, and is in a coma most of the time.

In the past few days, Madam Pomfrey restricted their visiting hours, and the two could only come to see him once a day, with almost no chance to talk to him.

But in recent days, Lupin's condition has recovered rapidly, and yesterday Madam Pomfrey told them that they could prepare some normal food for him.

Walking outside the ward, Harry knocked on the door, and then he heard Lupin's voice: "Come in."

The door was pushed open.

Lupin was sitting on the hospital bed, holding a steaming cup with a sad face. The cup emitted an unpleasant and pungent smell. Vader not only felt suffocated, but even felt his eyes were attacked by the smell.

He cast a head-bubbling spell on himself without hesitation, and then he felt better.

Harry immediately grabbed his arm: "Please, Wade, do me a favor..."

Vader also gave him a Bubblehead Curse.

It was as if there was a transparent fish tank above the two of them's heads, and the "tank" was full of fresh air. They took several deep breaths in unison, and only then did they feel like they were alive again.

"Remus, what is this?" Harry asked with difficulty, "Wastewater from the chemical plant?"

"What's a chemical plant... Well, this is a cup of healing potion."

Lupin closed his eyes, tilted his head back and took a sip, then trembled all over and showed a painful expression.

Harry looked at Lupin with admiration and fear. Just by smelling the smell, he never wanted to drink that potion in his life.

Vader said sympathetically, "Remus, I brought dessert, do you want some?"

Harry quickly put the food box in his hand on the table: "Yes, and pumpkin juice!"

"No, this potion mixed with sugar will taste even worse in the future. I've tried it."

Lupin looked as if he couldn't bear to think back to the past. He held his breath and made a great determination, and finally drank the potion in one breath.

Then he began to shiver as if he was cold.

Wade took the cup from him, looked at the asphalt-like potion hanging on the wall of the cup, and couldn't help feeling afraid.

He tapped a clean cup next to him with his wand, and clear water immediately gushed out, filling the cup in an instant.

Lupin drank the entire glass of water and felt better.

Seeing that both children were looking at him worriedly, Lupin made a face and said, "It tastes terrible."

Harry couldn't help laughing.

Wade opened the window and cast a small whirlwind spell to blow away the terrible smell in the room, thus lifting the bubble head curse.

Lupin had no appetite for dinner for the time being. He sat on the bed, cherishing the time he could talk to the two of them.

"Madam Pomfrey is even stricter than when I was in school," said Lupin. "I'm so bored staying here all day. Fortunately, you came to see me."

Harry said quickly, "I'll come over tomorrow, too. We'll have time after lunch tomorrow - right, Wade?"

"Hmm," Wade said simply, casting a cleansing spell on the cup.

"It's a pity I have no tea to serve you - Harry, I heard you didn't enjoy your Divination class?" Lupin asked.

"Even you heard about it?" Harry spread his hands and said nonchalantly, "I don't think Sirius is a bad omen. We all know that Professor Trelawney loves to talk nonsense."

In fact, he was indeed frightened at first, but after two or three days, the shock disappeared. Harry just thought that seeing the black dog in the tea leaves was a coincidence, and he also found Professor Trelawney, who was making a fuss, a little funny.

Lupin smiled: "I underestimated you... I was worried that you would be scared."

"There's nothing to be afraid of." Harry shrugged, pretending not to care at all: "I knew Professor Trelawney was a half-baked person before I chose the course."

"Remus, what did those people inject into you?" Wade asked, "Why did it make you transform before the time came?"

Hearing this, Harry also looked over with concern: "Yes, what kind of potion is that?"

"It's not a potion." Lupin frowned and said, "Snape confirmed that it was not any kind of potion, but it is more active than most potions..."

"Snape?" said Harry in surprise.

"Yes, he helped with the investigation, did a lot of work, and was kind enough to prepare a treatment potion for me." Lupin said, "He is a well-deserved expert in this field."