Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

At this time, Michael's admiration for Dumbledore can be said to have reached its peak.

Although he never said it, he was worried for most of the last year, fearing that the mysterious man would kill the students at some point.

But later results proved that the devil who once cast a terrifying shadow over the British Isles was just a chess piece on Dumbledore's chessboard.

Is there anything scarier than a mysterious man?

"Yes." Wade nodded: "I hope Hogwarts will be safe this year."

Michael went to bed, and before going upstairs, he looked back.

Wade sat by the window flipping through a newspaper, with a flickering candle flame beside him. The silvery moonlight sprinkled on his body, like a coat.

An owl flew across the night sky.

Wade fixed his eyes on an advertisement in the newspaper -

Gilderoy Lockhart will sign and sell his autobiography, "The Magical Me", in Diagon Alley.

……

In the bedroom, even though Harry was extremely sleepy, he still opened the friend's book which he had not seen for a long time.

This one connected him, Ron, and Hermione.

Harry didn't receive any birthday wishes and thought he had been forgotten by his friends. He was extremely depressed.

But after Dobby showed up, Harry realized that they had actually sent him gifts, but they were intercepted by the damn house-elves, so he naturally regained his confidence.

Hermione was at Graling Farm, and Harry felt that he should also let Ron know that he was safe and let him know that it was not that he didn't want to contact them, but that he had no choice.

As soon as he said hello in the friend account, Ron's messages popped up one after another.

[Ron: Thank Merlin, you are still alive! ]

[Ron: Why haven't you replied to my messages? I invited you twelve times. Dad said you used magic in front of Muggles and received a warning from the Ministry of Magic...]

[Ron: Are you okay? I'm going to steal my dad's car and pick you up, and Fred and George will come with me.]

He wrote so quickly and in such a hasty hand that every time Harry tried to reply, Ron's next sentence would appear on the parchment.

Seeing the last sentence, he was startled and replied quickly:

【Harry: No thanks.】

【Harry: I've left the Dursleys.】

【Ron: What happened? 】

Harry now had time to explain it to him slowly, and also told Ron everyone's speculations.

Suddenly, he heard a few "bang bang bang" sounds on the bedroom window. He looked up and saw Hedwig standing outside the window, staring at him seriously.

Harry opened the window and Hedwig came walking in, then placed a fresh dead mouse on the table and nudged it towards its owner with her paw.

"For me?"

Harry didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Thank you, good girl...but I don't eat mice, you can eat it yourself..."

……

Life at Graling Farm was very interesting.

Everyone followed Steven and learned how to take care of the crup's baby, rescue the fairy that was entangled in vines, and went to the lake to watch the horse-headed and fish-tailed sea monster leisurely playing in the water with its foal.

They collected the feces of the moon beasts in the early morning by stepping on the dew, exchanged food with the juice of the tentacles of the Mothra rats, and placed chicken and fresh fish near the cat-cat caves in the evening.

"It usually hunts on its own, but now it's lactating," Steven explained to them. "If there's not enough food, it might abandon one or two skinny cubs."

The young wizards could occasionally pick up some feathers dropped by the Silent Bird from the bushes, which were the raw materials for making truth serum and recollection potion, and could be sold for a lot of money. Steven generously said that they could take away anything they picked up.

In the afternoons, they did their homework, practiced spells, and sometimes flew around the farm on their broomsticks.

A few days passed in a flash, and the young wizards returned home through the Floo Network. Lupin also prepared the new house and took Harry away.

Before that, he confessed one thing: "Harry, Wade, I... I am a werewolf."

He didn't want to tell anyone about this, but after thinking it over, he felt that he shouldn't hide it.

"Werewolf?" Harry was confused.

It's not that he didn't know about werewolves, but he had no real sense of how dangerous they were.

Vader nodded: "I know."

"you know?"

Lupin was surprised at first, then smiled bitterly: "No wonder you never contacted me on the night of the full moon. I never thought of it..."

He looked at Harry and explained, "I was bitten by a werewolf when I was a child, so I became a werewolf."

"But I promise you will be safe. I will leave the house before the full moon every month. And I will always take the wolfsbane potion..."

After getting the job from Wade, he finally had enough money to buy wolfsbane potion, a magical potion that allows a werewolf to remain sane after transforming.

"Of course." Lupin was worried that Harry would mind, so he said quickly, "In fact, you can also live at Graling Farm. I asked Mr. Murray, and he welcomes you to live here until the start of school."

"I'll go with you." Harry held his hand and said firmly, "I believe you won't hurt me!"

He had been looking forward to a place of his own for too long. Even a werewolf could not make him afraid or retreat.

……

"Get ready, Wade." After a quiet day on the farm, Steven said happily, "We will visit Mr. Scamander tomorrow. I have already made an appointment with him."

Chapter 116 Visit

Newt Scamander and his family live in seclusion on a hillside in Dorset, southern England.

It is surrounded by green and soft grass. Standing at the door, you can see the Muggle village in the distance.

Of course, the same spells were cast here as at Hogwarts, and to a Muggle the hill looked like just some bare rocks.

Steven opened the door with familiarity, and faced a winding garden path.

A group of fairies accompanied by butterflies flew among the flowers as big as bowls, which was very dreamy.

There was a rustling sound among the grass leaves, and a brown-yellow cat poked its head out. It stared at Wade warily, its big ears trembling slightly.

Then came the second group of Kneazles, who were naturally alert and could detect people of bad character.

"Hi, Hobby, Millie." Steven squatted down and said cheerfully, "Long time no see, did you miss me?"

When Hobby saw him, he let down his guard, climbed on top of Steven, and made sounds like a baby.

Another catkin approached Wade, rubbed its claws on his pants modestly, and then climbed up his legs. Wade quickly picked it up.

"Millie likes you very much." Steven looked very happy: "They are Mr. Scamander's pets. There is also one named Moller who doesn't like to go out very much."

The two walked along the gravel path into the yard and saw Newt Scamander already at the bottom of the steps, with a pointy-eared kneazle lazily lying at his feet.

Newt Scamander is ninety-five years old.

He is not as young and shy as in the movies. The years have given him gray hair and subtle wrinkles, but it has not changed his innocent and serious qualities.

His eyes were still clear, and his body was slightly tilted, as if he was unconsciously avoiding other people's gazes, appearing a little restrained.

Even though the two people in front of him were far inferior to Newt Scamander in terms of age, social status, and magical ability, he did not show any condescension.

Like a child who is afraid of being hurt but is easily hurt by evil.

"Good morning, Steven." Newt looked at Wade stiffly and said, "Welcome, Mr. Wade Grey."

Wade bowed and said, "Please call me Wade. I have always admired you. I am sorry for causing you trouble by visiting me without permission."

"No." Newt said softly: "I am very happy that there are excellent little wizards who are willing to learn these things."

A boy with brown curly hair came out from behind Newt and smiled brightly at Wade: "Hello! I heard that the Book of Friends was your invention?"

“Be polite, Rolf,” Newt said, neither lightly nor heavily.

Obviously, he was not a dignified grandfather in the eyes of his grandson. Rolf made a secret face and stretched out his hand.

"Hello, I'm Rolf—Rolf Scamander."

The boy grinned and said, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Weed Grey, the inventor of the Book of Friends."

"Hello." Wade also shook hands with him.

"Would you like to visit my grandfather's zoo? Come with me, I'll be your guide!"

Rolf pulled Wade forward enthusiastically, and Newt and Steven followed behind with smiles on their faces.

"I heard that you went to the United States before?" Steven asked.

"Yes, to meet an old friend." Newt sighed and said, "About seventy years ago, I sent it to the United States. I didn't expect that now, I would send it away from this world again."

When Steven heard this, he knew that the old friend he was talking about was a thunderbird, and he said in surprise: "I remember that thunderbirds should have a long lifespan?"

"It was too badly injured to protect its children, and it didn't get treatment." Newt said sadly: "You know, they can summon lightning and storms, so they are often targeted by poachers."

Steven said angrily: "Damn poachers! I have always dreamed of seeing the Thunderbird with my own eyes, and they dared to hurt it!"

"Then you can make your dream come true today."

Newt forced a smile. "After Frank died, its child lost its shelter. I brought it back to protect it."

Rolf didn't pay any attention to what his grandfather was saying to Steven. He excitedly said to Wade:

"The Book of Friends is a wonderful invention! Everyone in our family has one. My grandmother has the most. She has three!"

"I have one too! One with my grandfather, one with my grandmother, one with my father, one with my mother, and one with my uncle... Chatting on paper is more fun than face to face!"

"That's one thing! The information is saved for too short a time! Sometimes I wake up from a nap and miss my mother's message, and she complains - ah, I have to go in from here!"

He placed a brown suitcase on the ground and opened it, then crawled in first, leaving only the upper half of his body outside. He turned around and waved to Wade.

Then the whole person disappeared as if he was eaten by the box.

Wade had seen this scene in a movie in his previous life. He smiled and followed in.

The entrance to the suitcase is quite narrow, but the space inside has been expanded by magic to be like a small portable world.