Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Professor Flitwick jumped up and down for joy, clapping and cheering, which made Snape next to him feel very annoying.

The one who failed in the sneak attack was Crabbe from Slytherin.

He had the courage to hide under the belly of the longicorn, but unfortunately the spell was as weak as a few drops of water.

……

Lockhart felt inspired.

"If I can win this kind of game, I will definitely get everyone's attention, and all the students will worship me..."

After looking at it for a while, he changed his mind.

"No, no, no... it's still too dangerous... and it will damage my image..."

"Why not start a dueling club? It will definitely be popular and safe..."

Lockhart muttered, and quickly returned to his office, determined to write a perfect plan.

Chapter 143 Luna

In the past, little wizards avoided Hagrid's vegetable garden, but now it has become the students' favorite place, and they collectively call it the playground.

Hagrid's greatest pleasure every day has become serving as the referee of the escape game. He sits on a high stool and sees scenes that make him laugh in almost every game.

Professors from the school would often come here to sit, on the one hand to watch the fun, and on the other hand to prevent students from getting seriously hurt.

When Vader is not around, professors can use the Magnification and Confusion spells on his behalf, allowing the enlarged insects to "hunt down" students.

However, some students cannot accept insects, so a new game mode was born soon:

Students are randomly divided into two groups, black and white, by drawing lots, and then compete against each other. This way, whether there are two or three people or thirty or forty people, everyone can play.

Dumbledore also personally added a little magic to the game field, and the robes of the students would automatically turn white and black after being grouped.

He also wanted to lead the team himself, but was unanimously "euphemistically" rejected by the students.

Although the professors have repeatedly warned that the two sides in the game are not allowed to use evil spells, there are always students who secretly violate the rules and then suffer deductions and confinement.

The punishments were different from the usual copying of books, handling of potion materials, etc. Students who violated the rules in the playground faced some of the tasks they were most reluctant to do.

For example, sweeping the toilet.

For example, you are not allowed to use a magic wand to prepare manure.

and the most serious - a ban from the playground for periods ranging from three days to a semester.

Some students are not afraid of doing the dirty and tiring work, but they are absolutely unwilling to be excluded from the most popular activities in the school.

After severely punishing several students who violated the rules, everyone finally understood what propriety meant.

Even so, several students were sent to the school infirmary almost every day, mostly because they had hit their heads or broken their arms from falling off pumpkins.

For wizards, as long as it is not an injury caused by black magic, ordinary fractures can be cured in minutes and are no more troublesome than a cold.

But more students were sent to the school hospital in one day than in the previous week, and Madam Pomfrey was still very busy, asking the headmaster to close the playground three times a day.

Dumbledore always fought back with a smile.

Vader, who initiated this game, did not dare to appear in front of Madam Pomfrey for a long time.

After a while, he went to the playground again and found that it had undergone tremendous changes.

First of all, only about half of those huge pumpkins remained in the vegetable garden, and they were hollowed out, enough for two or three people to sit inside, like small houses.

The other half of the pumpkins were picked and piled behind Hagrid's hut.

"This is for Halloween," Hagrid explained to Wade. "If the kids damage it too much, it won't be possible to carve it into the right shape."

As he spoke, he used a huge knife to dig out the damaged parts from the pumpkin and took out the flesh inside. The hollowed-out pumpkin looked like a huge lantern.

To fill the gap left by the pumpkins being dug up, Professor McGonagall moved the statues and armor from the castle to the playground.

They walk back and forth from time to time, and sometimes suddenly stretch out their legs and trip passing students.

Michael fell flat on his face and spat out the dirt in his mouth. Afterwards, he pondered for a long time and asked:

"Weider, do you think they wanted to mess with us, or did Professor McGonagall ask them to do so?"

"How is that possible?" Hermione immediately retorted on behalf of her headmaster: "Professor McGonagall would never do that."

"That's not necessarily true." Wade said, "Think about it, what is Professor McGonagall's Animagus?"

Harry: "Cat?"

Ryan thought for a moment and said seriously, "I have a cat at home, and it always likes to push the cans off the table."

Several people looked at each other, thought of Professor McGonagall's serious face, and immediately shut up and decided to keep all these guesses in their hearts.

The next day during the Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall suddenly stared at the grinning Harry and asked with a straight face, "Mr. Potter, do you have any questions about the content of my class?"

Harry stood up in a panic: "Cat... no, no... Professor!"

Professor McGonagall stared at him intently, like a big cat staring at its prey.

"I... I actually want to ask..." Harry's mind raced as he stammered, "Animagus... How do you practice this kind of magic?"

"It's too early for you to think about that, Mr. Potter," said Professor McGonagall unhappily.

Hermione raised her hand bravely.

"But we all want to know, Professor... uh, this magic must be very difficult, right? I heard that only seven people in the 20th century could do it, and you are one of them..."

The students looked at Professor McGonagall with curiosity and admiration.

The witch coughed and said, "Well, since you all want to know, I will briefly explain it..."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He sat down at the professor's signal and looked at Hermione gratefully.

"Animagus is a magic that allows wizards to transform into animals. However, they cannot transform into any animal at will, nor can they transform into magical creatures."

Professor McGonagall said: "The animal that is transformed is usually related to the wizard's personality and weight. If practiced improperly, it may not be possible to transform back into a normal human being, so this is a very dangerous Transfiguration magic..."

——It turns out it really is related to personality!

Several students said this in their hearts at the same time, and they felt like they had gotten to know their dean again.

……

After Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout also added something to the playground.

For example, pea pods that spray beans, the whomping willow that is half a person tall, the young devil vine, the hallucinogenic mushrooms that look safe and harmless and even beautiful, etc...

Their harmfulness is limited to a very limited range, but it will always cause students to suffer.

In addition, under the instruction of the headmaster, the house-elves moved in many old tables, stools, shelves, broken stone sculptures, etc., and arranged the playground like a maze.

For this purpose, the venue area has been more than doubled.

Not long after, a notice was posted on the notice board in the hallway:

"Dueling Club?" Michael asked with great interest, "Is it Professor Flitwick who teaches it? He was a duelling champion when he was young!"

If I could learn a few tricks from Professor Flitwick, would it be possible to defeat Vader?

"I hope so," Vader said, "but I haven't heard the professor mention it."

He went to Professor Flitwick's office yesterday to ask questions. If the professor had this intention, he would at least give him a hint or two... right?

In the original plot, this club was organized by Lockhart.

I wonder if Professor Flitwick will get some inspiration from the game this time and decide to pass on his dueling experience to his students?

……

However, it turns out that it didn’t.

After dinner, Gilderoy Lockhart appeared in the hall with a bright smile.

Professor Snape stood nearby, his entire body shrouded in shadow.

The long table in the auditorium disappeared, replaced by a half-person-high stage.

Lockhart opened his arms on the stage and said loudly: "Welcome, children! I am very happy to see that almost all the students in the school are here. I am very moved by your enthusiasm for learning..."

Michael muttered in disappointment, "If you're moved, could you give Professor Flitwick back to us?"

After a month, except for a few girls who had a fangirl filter, almost everyone could see what kind of person this professor was.

He was more of a drama teacher than a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

In every class, Lockhart was keen to have students perform excerpts from his books and spend at least thirty minutes talking about their own bravery and greatness.

But when asked about professional knowledge, he began to hesitate and evade the question.

Michael was also dragged up to perform as a werewolf and a snow monster, which he regarded as a lifelong shame.

"It suddenly occurred to me that Lockhart never asked you to perform his scripts?" Michael asked Wade, "How did you do it?"

"Ignore spell." Wade whispered, "If you want to learn it, I'll teach you next time."

"Don't wait until next time, let's go to the Umbrella House now. We can't learn anything useful from Lockhart."

"Wait a moment." Wade raised his chin and motioned to Snape: "Professor Snape is here too... He wouldn't appear here for no reason."

As he spoke, Lockhart on the stage also pointed at the black-robed wizard.

"Professor Snape is our assistant, and he has graciously agreed to assist me with a small demonstration before class... Of course, don't worry, I will return your Potions Professor to you in good condition!"

He said with a smug smile, and Snape stared at his back.

The students became excited all of a sudden.

"Wow--"

Michael, who was about to leave, immediately turned back and looked at Lockhart with a gloating look.

"I'm beginning to admire this professor now... He's really courageous, isn't he?"

Neville covered his mouth in horror: "How dare he?"

"He probably thinks... Professor Snape is just a weak technician?"

Vader wondered what Lockhart was thinking.