Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Wade said "hmm", turned around and took out a lot of alchemical materials from the closet space, knocked them with his wand, and various substances flew and combined, some stretched, some deformed, and some twisted.

Permanent Transfiguration is always particularly useful when used to create objects.

A moment later, a small statue appeared in the center of the room.

This is a red hat. It looks like a goblin, with a long white beard, a pointed hooked nose and a pair of vicious red eyes. It wears a scarlet hat on its head, as if it was dyed with blood. It has sharp eagle claws on its hands and a pair of iron boots on its feet.

Phil stared at the streamer and turned his eyes from time to time, looking curiously at this very lifelike guy.

But at this time, the puppet Red Hat could not move or speak, it only had a shell, and Wade needed to create more features for it.

It likes to hide in the dark and attack humans from behind with a large wooden club.

It can run very fast, making a thudding sound while running, which can be spotted immediately by an alert person; so it will remain quiet before a sneak attack.

It will also use its sharp claws to attack people's necks or eyes. If attacked, it will make sharp and high-pitched calls to call its companions.

Finally, it has a weakness; spells or incantations can scare it and cause it to flee quickly.

One after another, rays of magical light fell on the red-hatted puppet, as if infusing it with soul; its boots, hat, and the wooden stick in its hand all emitted a faint light, and around its body were layers of magic circles.

Phil stared at Liu Jing intently, not daring to look back.

He was afraid that if he turned around, he would be attracted by this wonderful scene and even forget to continue his task.

Phil frowned and looked at Claire in the mirror seriously.

It took the girl a long time to sell most of the items in the box. She folded the box and stuffed it into her backpack, put away her purse, drank some water from the tap on the street, bought a large bag of bread from the store, and took a late bus home.

It was a slum near the church. The old and dilapidated buildings exuded a decadent atmosphere. None of the windows had intact glass. The ground nearby was littered with garbage, and the walls were covered with colorful graffiti and obscene words.

Two men smoking on the street saw Claire and immediately surrounded her with ill intentions. But when they saw the girl's face clearly, they hurriedly pretended not to see her and ran away.

Claire ignored all this and quickly ran into a building with her backpack on her back. The elevator had long been turned into a garbage dump, so she walked up the narrow stairs.

Ava couldn't follow Claire into the building, so she flew outside for a while and finally found Claire's whereabouts, then flew over and landed at the window.

In a relatively intact room, there lay a dirty bearded man, his body wrapped in many bandages, with blood faintly visible underneath the bandages.

"I'm back, Fatos!" Claire ran in and asked, "How is the wound? Does it still hurt?"

"It's OK. The potion you brought back yesterday is very effective."

The man on the bed sat up with difficulty and asked, "Did you have a smooth day? Did you encounter any troubles?"

"No, everything is fine, I make a lot of money."

Claire said as she pulled a relatively clean piece of cloth to cover the bed, then placed the bread she had bought on top and they both began to eat voraciously.

They ate in a very ferocious manner, not elegantly at all. A piece of bread the size of a fist disappeared from their mouths in less than a few seconds.

Claire licked the crumbs on her hands and said, "I think--"

"No!" Fatos interrupted her directly.

"I just--"

"Don't go!"

"But--"

"If Will has returned to Diagon Alley and he didn't come to find us, then this is his attitude and you don't need to look for him again; if he hasn't come back, then you don't need to - what did you bring back?"

Fatos suddenly turned his head, and his fierce eyes seemed to be looking at Phil through the mirror!

Chapter 368 Broad Beans

Phil was startled and leaned back, then was grabbed by a hand.

"Be careful," Vader said.

When Phil turned around, he saw that he had almost bumped into the red hat of the puppet. The puppet, which was like a statue just now, turned its eyes and stared at him viciously.

The person in the mirror in front of him looked ferocious, and the puppet behind him was also murderous. Phil froze suddenly.

Wade patted the puppet's head and said, "Go wait by the wall first."

Just as Phil was about to stand up, he saw the puppet nodded obediently, walked to the wall and stood there, leaning on the wooden stick in his hand like a crutch.

Wade sat next to Phil and said, "Don't be afraid, that man is far away in London."

"Yeah." Phil nodded and leaned closer to Wade unconsciously.

……

In the dilapidated building, Claire rushed to the window and saw an owl squatting outside. It was not startled by her movements, but just tilted its head to look at her.

"It's okay, it's an owl."

Claire turned around and said something to her companion. Then, she turned around and saw the owl modestly raising one of its claws, which held a letter and a snakeskin bag.

"A letter from a wizard?"

Fatos limped to the window and said angrily: "You also started to contact the wizard? Don't you know how those people see us? Have you forgotten the harm they have caused you?"

"I remember, of course I remember." Claire said, "But I believe that not every wizard is bad! And if we want to escape the fate of being werewolves, only wizards can do it!"

"The wizards have no solution!" Fatos roared, "It's been thousands of years. If they had a solution, there would be no werewolves in the world!"

He looked as grumpy as a bear, but Claire was not afraid at all. She retorted while reading the letter:

"Just because there hasn't been one before doesn't mean there won't be one in the future! Looking at the changes in the world, I think everything is possible."

"Will thought so too, but where is he now?" Fatos said angrily, "I can't let you become like him!"

Claire ignored him. After reading the letter, she fed the owl some dried meat, then quickly found a scarf and wrapped it around her head and neck, leaving only her head and a pair of eyes exposed.

"You're going to Diagon Alley?" Fatos said hurriedly, "What does the letter say? Don't go! Or when I get better, I will..."

"You think too much." Claire said, "No one asked me to meet him, but he sent me a reward. I will buy you some medicine - a real magic potion. Your injury will heal in no time."

She pulled out her purse and showed it to him. The small pile of golden Galleons almost dazzled Fatos' eyes.

After Claire finished speaking, she ran down the stairs quickly without waiting for Fatos to stop her, and her footsteps became farther and farther away.

Fatos stood stiffly for a while, turned around and saw the owl was still on the windowsill. He walked a few steps closer, pulled out a piece of notepaper, and wrote a line of words on it in a sloppy handwriting -

[If you have any problem, come to me. Don't hurt Claire! I'm a werewolf too! ]

He rolled up the note casually and stuffed it to the owl, but the owl refused to take it.

Fatos understood: "You want a reward? The wizard's owls are so cunning..."

While complaining, he took out the jerky, tore off a long strip and fed it to the owl.

"Go, little devil! Take the message to your master - tell him to come to me if anything happens! If anything happens to Claire, I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth!"

The owl picked up the jerky and the letter, then spread its wings and flew high into the sky.

It flew high and soon saw Claire running down the street again.

The bulky scarf is a bit of an eyesore, but there is no other choice.

People with lycanthropy are actually different from ordinary people under normal circumstances. Some aspects of their appearance become similar to those of wild wolves.

Some people's degree of alienation is very mild, with only a little abnormality, which is not easy to be seen, so they can easily hide among ordinary people or wizards, such as Will or Lupin.

There are also some people whose abnormalities are very obvious. Their forehead, eyes, nose, teeth, ears, every part may become unusual, making their identity recognizable at a glance.

There were obvious changes in Claire's mouth and nose, making it easy for wizards to recognize her as a werewolf - wizards' children have to learn how to identify and kill werewolves starting in the third grade.

Although the Ministry of Magic has now introduced some laws prohibiting wizards from harming non-human magical creatures, there are still many people who are proud to hunt werewolves.

Therefore, Claire could only choose to work in the society of ordinary people - Muggles didn't know that there were really werewolves in the world, they just thought she was a strange girl with a special appearance.

She found some work that allowed her to do it while wearing a mask and was able to make a living.

But if she wanted to exchange for wolfsbane potion, she would need to travel back and forth between the wizarding world and go to Gringotts to exchange for Galleons. Every trip to Diagon Alley was like an adventure for her.

Ava looked away.

The letter has been sent and the reply has been received, and it can't wait to return to its owner.

So it didn't stop, but turned and flew towards Hogwarts.

Seeing the picture turn into white clouds and mist, with vast farmland visible occasionally, Wade put away the flowing mirror.

"Is that all right?" Phil asked.

"Yes." Wade smiled and said, "Thanks for your help, Phil."

"You're welcome, Phil, I'm glad to help." Phil said shyly, "Phil is going to work. Zoe and Happy helped to complete all the work today."

"Then I have to thank them. Of course, you are the one who helped the most." Wade turned around and asked, "Phil, is there anything you want? I can buy it for you."

"Phil...um...Phil..."

The house-elf staggered, as if he wanted to say something but was trying hard not to say it.

Wade already knew how to deal with this situation.

He said, "It's okay. I want to know. Please tell me."

After hearing these words that sounded like an order, Phil's expression became relaxed.

He twisted his long fingers sheepishly and asked in a low voice: "Phil... Phil can I have a bean?"

"——Broad beans?" Wade didn't understand: "What kind of broad beans?"

Aren’t there plenty of things like this in the kitchen?

Phil said, "They are not ordinary beans. They are... beans like Zoe... beans that can be summoned..."

Vader suddenly understood.

His first real alchemical work was not the Book of Friends, but a small, safe bean, which he gave to Zoe.

But later, he no longer had any use for it and almost completely forgot about it. Unexpectedly, the elves still remembered it.

Wade smiled and said, "Okay. You will receive this gift tomorrow morning."

Phil smiled happily.