Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

“Sit—sit down!” Zoe stammered. “W—us?”

"Of course!" Wade imitated her and laughed, "Is there anyone else here?"

The three house-elves looked at each other, their expressions even more excited than when they first received Vader's gift, as if "sitting down" was an unimaginable honor.

But they seemed to be tied up hand and foot, and did not move for a long time, and their big eyes were a little panicked.

Wade slightly emphasized his tone and invited again: "Please sit down - don't you want to have breakfast with me?"

"Of course—I will!"

Zoe seemed to be having trouble breathing, and tried to breathe, then carefully sat down next to Vader.

Next came the harpy, who showed a little more courage and sat down opposite Vader on his hands and feet.

Then it was Phil's turn. He swayed, and with the encouragement of his two companions, he huddled down in the corner, his slender fingers unconsciously clicking on the tablecloth.

"Well then—" Vader looked at the three house-elves and announced, "Let the breakfast party begin!"

He took the mince pie first, and then gave one to each of the elves, and ate it casually. After a while, the sound of sobbing was faintly heard in the air.

Big tears fell from the house-elf's tennis-ball-sized eyes.

"Strange - so strange -" Habby wiped his tears and choked, "Habby is very happy - why is he crying -"

Wade said nothing, but stroked its ugly little head lovingly.

Phil and Zoe swallowed the pie in big mouthfuls, mixing it with bitter tears.

In the shadows of old furniture, a wizard and three house-elves sat together for the first time in a place where light and dark intertwined and finished their breakfast.

……

Monday in Ravenclaw still starts with the less popular Potions class.

The Room of Requirement was on the eighth floor of the castle, and the Potions classroom was in the basement. Wade was too lazy to climb the stairs, so he simply flew down on his broom, circled around the castle twice, and then landed in the central courtyard.

When he fell to the ground, Wade's fingers were almost frozen, and his ears and nose were also frozen red.

It turns out that winter is not a suitable season for flying. Even with a warming spell, it will still be cold under the strong wind.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, the harpy appeared, handed Wade his schoolbag to him, then took the broom attentively, stared at Wade with eyes full of admiration, and said excitedly: "Harpy will help Wade Grey put the broom into the dormitory!"

"Thanks for your help, Harpy," Vader said with a smile.

The harpy bowed so low that his long nose almost touched the ground, and then he disappeared with his broom.

Wade had already had breakfast and had originally planned to go directly to the Potions classroom. But as he shivered from the cold, the damp and cold ground suddenly became disgusting, and the auditorium with a blazing fire became attractive instead.

Vader walked up the steps, crossed the foyer, and sat for a moment in the auditorium.

At this time, there were already some miserable fifth-grade students sitting at the long table. Most of them had messy hair and looked troubled and helpless. They ate breakfast while reading a book... or read breakfast while eating a book, which looked like it was about to fall apart.

Wade didn't dare disturb these stupid senior high school students. He sat quietly for a while, read a chapter of Potions class, and quietly left the hall after his body warmed up.

"Hey, Vader, long time no see!"

As I walked through the hallway, a familiar voice sounded.

"Griffiths?" Wade looked over in surprise.

"Yes, it's me." The red-haired wizard was lying on a tall picture frame. The original owner of the painting was squeezed into a corner by him. He looked angry but dared not speak, and glared at Griffiths angrily from behind.

"I haven't seen you for a holiday. Did you miss me?" Griffiths said cheerfully, "Hmm? It looks like you had a very pleasant holiday! Your face seems to have become a little rounder... I am different——"

He rolled up his sleeves, pointed at a bruise on his arm and said to Wade, "Did you see that? Someone beat me up! We haven't seen each other for a few years, but I feel like everyone has become unfamiliar and their tempers have become so bad—"

——Are you sure it’s not because of you that you became irritable?

Wade complained secretly, glanced at the poor wizard whose territory was occupied by the bully, and asked Griffiths: "Weren't you in the corridor? Why are you in the hallway again?"

"No, my paintings are still in the corridor!" Griffiths shook his finger and said with a smile, "They only said there was no room in the hallway, but they didn't say I couldn't visit! Dumbledore wouldn't have any objection to me visiting old friends who I haven't seen for a long time!"

"Hey, little guy!" In a painting next to him, an old man wearing a top hat suddenly shouted at Wade, "You brought this guy out of the astronomy tower, right? Please, send him back quickly!"

“Yes, yes!” The old men and women who seemed to be asleep all shouted, “Send it back, send it back!”

"We finally managed to get him to the Astronomy Tower, why did you get him out again?"

"Do you know how annoying he is? My hair is falling out in clumps!"

"——You are a portrait, so your hair won't fall out."

"I'm describing it! I'm describing it! Do you understand? Don't find fault with my words."

"I'm just telling the truth... Why are you so angry? Can't we just communicate?"

“Ahhhh——someone come drag this guy away!!!”

The usually quiet portraits suddenly started to quarrel among themselves. The students who had gotten up early for breakfast were extremely surprised and gathered around to watch with great interest.

Wade quietly left the hallway. Griffiths ignored the noise caused by him and walked through the portraits without hesitation, waking up some of the guys who were really asleep, and followed Wade out of the hallway.

"Noisy fellows, aren't they?" Griffiths said with a smile, "House elves are much quieter than them."

Wade stopped and looked at Griffiths.

Chapter 67 A Busy Day

Eye contact.

After a moment, Wade walked forward again and asked, "What did you see just now?"

"Yeah." Griffiths nodded and said, "When I was visiting, I happened to see you and the house-elf... The sign of a good house-elf is that it does not let wizards discover its existence, and the house-elves at Hogwarts have always been the best - many students have never seen an elf by the time they graduate!"

Griffiths commented with a grin, "These naive little fools thought the castle had some magical housekeeping magic that made their dirty clothes and shoes clean!"

"Whether someone sees you or not is not the criterion for judging whether you are good or bad." Wade defended his little friend: "Harpy is also very good."

"You're right." Griffiths nodded in agreement, but the fact that he didn't refute a word made people feel a little weird.

There were no portraits in the corridor ahead, so Griffiths had to stop and watch the little Ravenclaw wizard go away.

"—a Ravenclaw who made friends with house-elves?"

He said to himself, and suddenly laughed again: "Are we really just friends?"

……

Wade suddenly found that the professors' attitudes towards him became gentler, and even Professor Snape gave him two extra points for the first time - you know, in the previous Potions classes, even if Wade's potions were almost perfect every time, it would be good if Professor Snape gave him one point at most three times out of ten.

Wade really wished he could capture the shocked expressions on the faces of the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs in the classroom with his camera.

The always strict Professor McGonagall also let Wade stay alone after class and gave him a list of books.

"Transfiguration is the most magical magic." Professor McGonagall said with a smile: "If you can read these books carefully and understand them deeply, you will definitely go further on the road of Transfiguration."

"Thank you, Professor." Wade looked at the list of books. He had never read most of them, but -

"These latter books seem to be in the restricted section of the library."

"That's right. When you finish reading the previous books, you can come to me -" Professor McGonagall looked at him expectantly and said, "I will sign your note."

Professor Flitwick, of course, promised that Wade could borrow any book from his private library at any time, and every time Wade went to ask a question, the candies and desserts on Professor Flitwick's table would be richer than usual;

Professor Sprout's smile became more friendly, and she also lent a few herbology books to Wade after class.

So Wade's time began to become increasingly tight.

In the morning he would fly on his broom directly from the tower to the eighth floor of the main tower, and one of Zoe and the other two would rush to help him carry the broom back to the dormitory.

He would transform the Room of Requirement into a fitness equipment or swimming pool to exercise, then into a study to read or prepare for his homework, and then have breakfast. During this time, there was always a house elf guarding nearby. If someone passed by nearby, they would remind him in the Friends Book to prevent him from bumping into anyone when entering and leaving the Room of Requirement.

After that, if he had classes, he would naturally go to the classroom first; when he didn't have classes, Wade basically spent the time in the Room of Requirement.

If he wanted to practice magic, the Room of Requirement could provide him with relevant books and targets for casting spells; if he wanted to practice making potions, there would be crucibles of various sizes, scales, fuel, measuring cups, etc., but he would need to prepare the materials in advance; if he wanted to study alchemy and the "gifts" and "tests" given to him by Professor Murray, the various alchemical equipment would be even more complete than what Professor Murray had.

After dinner and before curfew is almost the fixed activity time of SSC. They gather in the umbrella house, practice spells, complete the homework that was not completed during the day, discuss and solve problems with each other, or just sit together and chat.

In fact, with Wade's advanced learning progress, no one in SSC can provide any valuable help to his studies. This can be regarded as an after-school tutoring class run by Wade himself, and it doesn't charge any money.

But not everything needs to be considered from a mutually beneficial and utilitarian perspective.

The time spent with these friends was also very precious to Wade. Here, his mind and spirit could be fully relaxed, and he could put down some of the thoughts that had been weighing on his mind, and talk and laugh casually, which relieved the fatigue of a whole day of high-intensity study.

Moreover, seeing that the originally clumsy Neville and others had made significant progress under his guidance, this joy and satisfaction even exceeded the joy of learning a new magic himself - after all, Vader was already accustomed to the latter, while the former was a surprise every time it appeared.

Positive emotions are always contagious, and every time an Umbrella House activity ends, everyone has a smile on their face.

“It would be great if we could suggest to the principal to postpone the school curfew by another hour.” Padma packed up her books and said happily, “I’ve never felt so happy studying before.”

Even Neville nodded. As long as he was in the Umbrella House, he no longer found studying potions painful.

He still makes mistakes frequently, but his friends around him will correct his mistakes in time and no one scolds him.

"Next week is the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, right?" Michael looked at the people from the two colleges with a probing look.

"Yeah." Hermione sighed worriedly, "I heard that Professor Snape will be the referee."

"Then you're in trouble." Padma said sympathetically, "Professor Snape will definitely not make a fair judgment - everyone knows how much he hates Gryffindor, especially since Harry Potter is also on your college team."

Almost everyone in the school knew that Snape was targeting Harry Potter.

But the few people who had been to the principal's office last time looked at each other with similar understanding in their eyes.

The next day at noon, Hermione gave a signal in the hall, and several people gathered in the umbrella house tacitly and talked about this matter -

"Professor Snape should be sent by the headmaster to protect Harry Potter on the field, right?" Ryan said: "Although Professor Snape has a bad temper, Professor Dumbledore trusts him so much, it must be because he is trustworthy."

Michael fiddled with his Quidditch star model, watching the little doll being knocked down and getting up again and again, and added with a smile: "Of course, deducting points and protecting - these two things can be done at the same time without conflict -"

Ryan sighed: "There are so many professors in the school, why did the headmaster choose to send the one who hates Harry Potter the most?"

Chapter 68 Orphan

"Wouldn't this be better for you?" Michael asked indifferently.

"That's true - but I think Cedric and the others would definitely prefer a fair game." Ryan said seriously.