Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

So outstanding.

Time... took away some people, changed some people... Decades, hundreds of years passed, but in the end it was discovered... nothing seemed to have changed...

Chapter 87 Conflict, Whisper

On the weekend, the entire Hogwarts seemed empty - almost all the students were on the Quidditch field, this time, it was a match between Ravenclaw and Slytherin.

As a Ravenclaw, Wade naturally came to the audience with his classmates.

In fact, Wade had never been interested in the sport of Quidditch - it certainly felt good to fly freely in the sky on a broom, but playing at a height of fifty feet and risking a broken neck seemed too stupid to him.

The experience as a spectator was not good either. The Golden Snitch was so small that it was invisible except for the occasional golden flash, and the Seekers seemed to be flying around in the sky doing nothing most of the time. Others were sometimes faster than cars on the highway, and the small Quaffles and Bludgers were passed quickly between players. Wade suspected that most people could not see the progress of the game at all, and relied on the commentary to know when to cheer.

But the students still love the sport - of course, anyone who has been locked up in a boarding school and studied all day will love any group activity that has nothing to do with studying - even if it's weeding the lawn or picking up trash on the nearby streets.

Vader was an exception, as the joy and sense of accomplishment he gained from learning magic surpassed all forms of competition.

Suddenly, there was a roar of cheers from the stands. Wade paused for a moment before he followed his classmates and politely clapped.

Ravenclaw won the game.

The Seeker was a senior boy who held his right hand high up, with the wings of the Golden Snitch fluttering between his fingers. He rode his broom around the court at high speed, showing the Golden Snitch to everyone. Countless people stretched out their hands, wanting to clap their hands with him as if he were a big star.

"Ravenclaw! Ravenclaw! Ravenclaw!"

In the audience, even the Gryffindor students were shouting along - seeing the Slytherins lose made them happier than anything else.

The Slytherin student left with a sullen look on his face.

"We're not far behind Hufflepuff in points, and we beat Slytherin—" On the way back to the castle, Michael calculated the scores of the two games and said excitedly, "Maybe Ravenclaw can win the Quidditch Cup this time!"

"I didn't see you being so active even during the College Cup!" Wade complained.

"How can they be the same?" Michael said disapprovingly. "I heard Shulaya from the third year said that even if we win the house cup, it will just mean changing the hall decorations to the colors of our house at the end-of-term dinner - what's the point?"

In fact, many Ravenclaws, like Michael, have a nonchalant attitude towards the house cup. It doesn't matter if the score is high or low, or even at the bottom. They will not work hard in class to get more points for their house.

"There's no other prize besides the Quidditch Cup!" said Wade.

"This is Quidditch!" Michael opened his eyes wide: "It is the greatest honor to hold the Quidditch Cup."

Suddenly, a loud laugh came from the side.

Malfoy came over with two followers and said in a low voice: "Just winning a game makes you so proud? Don't forget that the house cup has always been ours for the past six years! Ravenclaw's -"

He stared at Vader gloomily and spat out a word with malice: "-Mudblood."

Michael drew his wand in anger: "How dare you -"

Malfoy jumped back and threatened: "The professor is right behind us, do you dare to do anything?"

"Why shouldn't I be afraid?" Michael said angrily, "It's a good opportunity to let the professor know what you said!"

He was about to utter a curse, but was held back by Wade.

"Malfoy." Wade said calmly, "You should really look in the mirror - see how ugly you are now, vile and evil."

Malfoy didn't know how to respond for a moment, and it took him a while to think of attacking Vader's bloodline: "You - you dirty -"

But Wade and Michael had already walked past, as if the people in front of them were just weeds on the side of the road.

Malfoy also heard him say: "Michael, when you encounter a vicious dog biting someone, just kick it away. You can't just lie down and bite it back, right?"

Michael was not sure whether he had a low sense of humor or had imagined such a scene, but he was immediately amused. Even some students passing by couldn't help laughing, and looked at the Slytherins in a teasing manner.

When Malfoy heard those giggling sounds, he felt as if a steel knife was scraping his face. He was so angry that he trembled all over and almost threw a curse.

But in the end, the professor's presence nearby was a greater deterrent, forcing Malfoy to suppress his temper.

He walked quickly towards the castle with his head down, gnashing his teeth in hatred as he thought about the two times Wade had humiliated him. Crabbe and Goyle hurriedly followed him, looking silly, as if they didn't understand anything.

Malfoy heard the voices of the people around him, and felt that they were all mocking him. Suddenly, he really heard his own name -

"Malfoy and Vader had another conflict... He must hate Vader now, right?" The girl's voice seemed a little worried.

Malfoy recognized the voice as Padma from Ravenclaw, who seemed to have a good relationship with Wade. He subconsciously hid behind a pillar to eavesdrop, and signaled Crabbe and Goyle to hide quickly.

The two fat boys looked at each other, and hid themselves behind Malfoy aggrievedly, looking like a string of candied haws.

Another similar voice - Parvati said: "Of course, he is a pure-blood Malfoy after all!"

"Do you think Malfoy is still using the Book of Friends invented by Vader?" Padma said.

"Hmm?" Parvati was stunned for a moment, and said vaguely: "This... should be..."

"I don't think so either." Padma said with a smile, "Otherwise, it would be ridiculous for him to use something invented by Vader while cursing him, right?"

“Right…right…right,” Parvati stammered.

She didn't understand - who would give up such a useful thing just for a quarrel? And the friend book wasn't cheap...

But seeing Padma's determined look, and thinking about her unfinished Potions homework, Parvati wisely shut her mouth.

Padma turned her peripheral vision and saw a group of figures behind the pillar, a sly smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

……

The girls left arm in arm.

Malfoy came out from behind the pillar, his pale face turned red. He took out the friend book, tore it into pieces without hesitation, and threw it on the ground.

"Keep an eye on Weed Grey!" Malfoy said viciously, "See when he goes to the Potions classroom! I will never let that guy go!"

In his mind ran the most powerful and vicious curse he knew—

Killing Curse… Cruciatus Curse… Guts Evisceration Curse… No, I don’t know any of these… Teeth as Bludgeon… Leg Lock Curse… Blazing Fire…

Chapter 88 Practice, News

"boom!"

The light of the spell exploded, and Harry flew backwards, hitting the cushions against the wall directly, letting out a low groan.

When he looked up again, he was covering his nose and bright red blood was dripping.

"Oh, Harry!" Hermione cried, and hurried forward to ask, "How are you?"

"I hit my nose." Harry answered sullenly. He took some dichlorobenzene from the shelf by the wall, applied it to his nose skillfully, and wiped the blood off his face with a tissue.

Neville helped him retrieve his wand and Harry said, "Thanks, Neville."

The wound healed in a short while. Harry looked up and asked, "I think the Shield Charm I cast just now has some effect, doesn't it?"

"Indeed, my spell was a little off." Vader nodded in confirmation, then asked, "But it was too weak and didn't have the desired effect. Pay attention - 'Pro-tay-goh' (Iron Armor Protection), you should be more decisive when you pronounce it. This spell doesn't require too many techniques, all it requires is repeated training."

"I see." Harry took a deep breath, moved his wrists, and tightened his grip on his wand.

"continue?"

"Of course!"

Harry said decisively, standing firm, and waving his wand vigorously: "Armor!"

"Except your weapons!"

The lights of the spells collided again, and Harry's wand slipped out of his hand again.

"Has Harry been working too hard these past two days?" Michael asked Neville who had just returned. "I saw that he was injured several times today."

"Well, a little bit." Neville said vaguely: "Shall we continue practicing the Disarming Charm?"

"Listen to me, Neville - there is no end to learning spells. Only by learning to rest can you learn better -" Michael sat on the ground and didn't want to move. He said lazily: "- You are not being hunted by the mysterious man, why are you working so hard?"

Among all the SSC members, Harry had made the most progress, except for Wade. He had already learned the Disarming Charm and the Shield Charm, but the invisible armor that protected him was still at the stage where it would break at the slightest touch. The one who made the slowest progress was Neville, who had not yet successfully cast a Disarming Charm.

But Michael knew that Neville actually worked harder than anyone else. Watching him fail again and again and get up from the ground again and again, Michael felt sorry for him.

Neville didn't say anything, just stood silently in the sparring position, and then looked at Michael silently.

Michael: “…”

He suppressed the discomfort as if his whole body was being scratched by ants, and forced himself to stay on the ground for another two minutes. Finally, he couldn't resist the condemnation of his conscience and got up from the ground.

"Why should I be here with you guys studying hard for fifth and sixth grade stuff?" Michael muttered, "I definitely won't come tomorrow night... I need a party, I need to play games... Even if I just sit in front of the fireplace and do nothing?"

Neville just laughed.

At first, he believed it, worried that Michael didn't want to be dragged to train by him anymore and would never come to the umbrella house again, so he trained for a while and rested for a while. But later, Neville found that Michael was always just talking, and he would still show up on time the next day.

"If he doesn't come, you won't have a partner. Or we can take turns practicing, but one person will always be left alone." At the end of the training, Hermione pointed out the reason why Michael did this: "He just wants to be lazy, but doesn't want to hold back those who are willing to work hard."

Neville was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a little apologetic: "But I have never mastered the Disarming Spell... I am really sorry for his efforts."

"Yeah, that's weird—" Hermione frowned, not understanding: "Wade taught in detail, he said your movements and spells are fine, why can't you succeed?"

"Hermione," Harry interrupted hastily.

When a top student asks a poor student “Why can’t you learn something so simple?”, isn’t that the same as saying “You are so incredibly stupid”?

Neville was not so sensitive. He looked down at his wand, lost in thought.

……

In the evening, after Wade finished washing up and came out of the bathroom with his wet hair, he saw a familiar house-elf standing in the room.

"McGee? Sit down."

Wade put down the wet towel, poured a glass of water for McGee and pushed it over, then poured himself a glass and drank it all in one gulp.

McGee didn't sit down. He leaned on the edge of the chair, holding the hot water he brought himself. His big eyes were wet. He said in a thin voice: "Weid Grey should not go to the Potions classroom tomorrow afternoon. The classroom is being used by other students."

Wade stopped moving and thought for a moment before putting the cup back in its place.

At lunch today, he sat near Prewett and pretended to casually talk to Padma, saying that he would go to Potions class tomorrow to practice the Shrinking Potion.

Originally, Wade was thinking whether he should pretend to be casual and mention it around the Slytherin students - now it seems that it is not necessary.

McGee, on the other hand, seemed to have learned some tricks to deal with bugs after the last conversation. He was shaking his body slightly, drinking water very carefully, and seemed very happy, with no intention of punishing himself for it.

Wade smiled and asked, "Are there any senior students?"