Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Ron also ran over to stand beside Harry, confronting the others. His mind was racing - the Slytherins were more numerous, maybe they should run to the library...

"Harry, don't - oh, Neville!"

When Hermione saw Neville's look, her lips turned white with anger. She hurried over to remove the spell from Neville.

Neville finally stood up with the help of Hermione. He was trembling all over and stared at the Slytherin student who stepped on his wand - Theodore Nott.

Under his fierce and angry gaze, Nott's feet quietly retreated a little bit.

"This is too much! You——" Hermione stared at everyone angrily and shouted, "How could you do this to him?"

"What does it have to do with you?" Malfoy stood up, patting the dirt off his body, and angrily cursed: "You stinking mudblood!"

Before Harry understood what was happening, he heard Ron and Neville roaring and rushing forward!

"You're going to pay for what you said, Malfoy!" Ron shouted.

"Don't say that word, don't!" Neville also showed unprecedented courage and anger.

Two fists smashed into Malfoy's face one after the other.

The handsome Master Malfoy screamed and blood spurted out of his nose immediately.

"How dare you!" Pansy Parkinson screamed, reaching out to grab Ron's robes and scratching his neck with her nails.

The Slytherins around didn't just stand there. Goyle kicked Neville in the stomach, and Nott kicked Ron away.

Harry was stunned for only a moment, then he reacted immediately. When Crabbe hit Neville on the head with his fist, he rushed forward without hesitation.

The Slytherins and Gryffindors immediately started fighting. They had no time to use spells at all, and all of them fought with their fists and feet. After gaining a brief advantage, the three Gryffindor boys quickly fell into a disadvantage.

Although Hermione didn't understand what Malfoy cursed, she used her most familiar spell without hesitation -

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

The wands were waved vigorously, and the Slytherins present felt as if their throats were strangled by their robes. They were involuntarily pulled up by their clothes, and after floating in the air for two or three seconds, they fell to the ground with a "bang".

Harry and the other two who were being beaten on the ground looked at her in astonishment.

"what!"

Pansy hit her nose. She groaned in pain and cursed, "You damn mudblood--"

Malfoy, with a bloody nose, rolled up from the ground, drew his wand, pointed it at Hermione and yelled, "Front teeth are like sticks!"

"Stop!" Harry also quickly drew out his wand and quickly remembered a spell he had seen in a book before -

"Tarantella!"

The two people's spells flew across the air, and Malfoy's spell hit Hermione. The girl whimpered and quickly reached out to cover her face, but her front teeth had begun to grow at an alarming speed, extending from her lips to her chin in the blink of an eye; Harry's spell hit Malfoy, but because he was unskilled, the power of the spell only made Malfoy fall backwards.

For a moment, spells flew everywhere in the corridor, and students passing by hid away. But everyone soon found that most of their spells were not as powerful as their fists and feet, so the little wizards started punching and kicking again.

Hermione's teeth had grown to her chin. She wanted to leave, but was stopped by Pansy Parkinson. So the brown-haired girl rushed over decisively and gave her a hard headbutt. Both of them screamed at the same time.

"Immobulus! (Immobilize all!)"

Suddenly a voice was heard in the corridor, and everyone's movements were frozen. It seemed a little funny at first glance.

——The professor is here?

This thought flashed through the students' minds at the same time, and they suddenly felt panicked.

Only Neville shouted happily: "Vader!"

Harry pushed Malfoy's face hard with one hand while struggling with Nott. He was fixed in an extremely twisted posture. He tried to look to the side, but saw only a tall and thin figure elongated by the sunlight outside the window.

"Neville?" said Weed Grey in a surprised voice. "And - um, Hermione - what are you doing?"

Without waiting for Neville to answer, he cast two spells in succession: "Stop the spell! Release the force!"

The group of people were finally no longer frozen in an ugly posture, but their limbs were weak and their bodies were powerless. Harry almost hugged Malfoy, he quickly broke free and looked at the person who came.

It wasn't just Weed Grey who came over, but also Michael Corner and Padma Patil from Ravenclaw, and Theo Mancini and Ryan Carrow from Hufflepuff.

Classes are held crosswise among the four colleges, and students of the same grade are not too unfamiliar to each other, but they are not very familiar with each other either. Basically, they know each other but have rarely talked.

But even so, Harry and Ron knew that the students in front of them were all top students in class. They were often praised and gave extra points to their colleges. They had never heard of any bad deeds, nor did they violate school rules like the Weasley brothers. Especially Wade Grey, it seemed that no professor didn't like him, and he was also the inventor of the Book of Friends...

When faced with such peers, they naturally feel a sense of distance mixed with inferiority and powerlessness, as if an invisible shackle is binding their hands, feet and temper.

The Slytherins also climbed up one after another. Under the vigilant gaze of Michael and others, they looked at each other and did not continue the attack.

Wade ignored the students, he was leaning over, pulling up disheveled Hermione from the ground, checking her long front teeth. Hermione wanted to block them with her palm, but it was difficult because the teeth were still growing and were almost up to her shoulders.

The long, white teeth were shining, looking both scary and funny.

The girl whimpered, touched her teeth in shock and fear, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"It's okay, Madam Pomfrey will heal it in two minutes." Wade comforted her, then took off his robe and covered Hermione's head with it, "Padma, please accompany Hermione to the school infirmary."

"Okay, leave it to me." Padma responded decisively, helping Hermione leave. She also helped her pull down her robe to cover her increasingly terrifying teeth and to block the prying and mocking eyes of others.

The girls left, and Vader turned to the others, smiled, and said gently, "So - can anyone tell me what exactly happened here?"

His face was calm, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Chapter 75: Asking for advice, duel

The atmosphere around them suddenly became tense. The Slytherins subconsciously avoided his gaze, and some took two steps back unconsciously. Only Malfoy managed to say, "This is a matter between us Slytherins and Gryffindors. Stay out of our business, Wade Grey!"

"Draco—" Nott pulled his arm and whispered, "This is getting boring, let's go—"

"It's because of me!"

Neville mustered up his courage and said tremblingly, "I met them on the road. Malfoy used the Leg-Locking Curse on me. He said he wanted to find someone to practice the spell on - Harry - and Ron and Hermione - to help me, they confronted Malfoy and the others. Then Malfoy called Hermione a - a Mudblood -"

"Neville!" Michael shouted.

Neville's voice stopped abruptly. He was dazed for a moment, then reacted from the gazes of others and looked at Wade with some panic.

The people present suddenly realized that there was another person here who came from a non-magical family - Wade had never specifically said in school that his parents were Squibs, he only said that they both couldn't do magic.

Because in the eyes of wizards, there is no difference between Squibs and Muggles - in fact, Squibs are more discriminated against than Muggles. Because Muggles have made some remarkable and earth-shaking changes to the world, and what do Squibs have? They are just rubbish abandoned by the wizarding world.

When he first entered school, some people looked down on him because he was born into a non-magical family. But soon, he completely shattered other people's prejudices with his strength, and no one mentioned his bloodline anymore. Many classmates even thought that Wade was born into a pure-blood family and had received elite wizard training since childhood.

——Otherwise, it cannot explain why they are compared to nothing.

At this moment, everyone remembered again that Wade was also born in a non-magical family. The air suddenly became quiet, and the original vague noise completely disappeared. It was so quiet that one could almost hear one's own breathing.

Nott loosened his hold on Malfoy's hand.

"So that's how it is - isn't it common for classmates to practice spells with each other?" Wade looked at Malfoy and said, "I just happened to learn a spell too, and I would like to ask classmate Malfoy for some advice."

If he yelled and rushed over angrily like Harry and the others, Malfoy would feel more at ease. But at this moment, Wade just had a half-smile on his face, as if he was not angry at all, and Malfoy was scared instead.

"Wha-what-"

He stammered, gripping his wand tightly.

If Malfoy could look in the mirror, he would find that his expression was very similar to that of Neville when he was surrounded before, even more cowardly and guilty.

Wade held up his wand, bowed slightly, and looked at the person in front of him with cold eyes.

"Bow, Mr. Malfoy."

"I - I refuse -" Malfoy refused subconsciously. He pointed his wand at Wade and tried to explain: "I was saying that Granger was - he wasn't scolding you - it was Longbottom who said that -"

[This person... is both vicious and naive...]

Wade sighed in his heart and waved his wand -

"Except your weapons!"

There was a flash of bright red light, and Malfoy was struck by the light of the spell, flying backwards and knocking Crabbe over. His wand also flew out of his hand and landed at Nott's feet with a clatter.

Nott looked around and instead of picking up the wand, he took two steps back.

No one noticed him, everyone looked at the blond boy curled up on the ground. Pansy Parkinson wanted to do something, but was immediately pointed at by Michael with a smile.

"I don't usually hit girls, Pansy - don't make an exception for me -" Michael said in a gentle tone.

Theo and Ryan stared at the other Slytherin, also ready to go.

No one really did anything, not even Malfoy's two fat followers. They just looked at Malfoy on the ground stupidly and didn't even think about helping him up.

Malfoy covered his head and climbed up. He looked at Wade hatefully and said loudly, "Don't think I'm afraid of you, Wade Grey! Do you know who my father is?"

Vader simply kicked his wand over and said, "Go on."

Malfoy picked up the wand, his arms shaking a little. He felt angry and resentful, but more of a fear in his heart.

The Weed Grey in front of him was not the nerd Granger. It was said that he knew more spells than some fifth-year students.

"Ah, I seem to have forgotten to count to three." Wade said sarcastically: "After all, I am also a mudblood, and I don't quite understand the etiquette of you pure-blood wizards--"

The word "Mudblood" was like a slap in the face of the Slytherin students, and everyone looked embarrassed to varying degrees.

"—if I remember correctly, on the count of three, Malfoy, then the first spell—"

Malfoy clenched his teeth, his eyes flickered.

"One...two..."

On the count of two, Malfoy waved his wand vigorously and shouted, "Stand still!"

Wade, who was well prepared, started to dodge the moment he opened his mouth. The beam of light from the spell hit Nott, who was pretending to be invisible next to him. His legs immediately got stuck and he fell down with a thump!

"three--"

Vader calmly counted to three and waved his wand again: "Tarantella Dance!"

Malfoy's legs immediately twitched, as if he was doing a happy dance, but he still wanted to attack Wade, and his lower and upper bodies were twisting in two directions. In this way, he soon followed Nott's footsteps, twisted his waist with a snap, and fell down.

Even so, his legs were still twitching rapidly in the air, straining his sprained waist and causing Malfoy to wail loudly.

It was so funny that even some Slytherin students laughed out loud.

Malfoy's pale face turned red and he glared at them with murderous eyes, but from his angle, everyone in his field of vision seemed to be just a messy block of colors. The once familiar faces became strange and cold, and he could not tell who was laughing at him.

Wade deliberately waited for a while, and the Slytherins just watched. To other unrelated students, it seemed as if they were a group of people bullying Malfoy who was alone.