Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Because she has a twin sister in Gryffindor House, she is always well-informed about this.

"Really? That Professor McGonagall?" The students around were all very surprised. Who doesn't know that Professor McGonagall is the most fair and strict professor at Hogwarts? She treats the four colleges equally and never shows favoritism. This time, she made an exception for Harry Potter. This shock even made people forget the previous news for a while.

But someone finally remembered.

"That's impossible," Terry swore. "No first-year student has been able to join the Quidditch team in a century! This must be a rumor!"

"Maybe he's a reserve player or something." Anthony guessed. "After all, we all saw that Potter can fly very well, very fast and agilely. It would be incredible if the Gryffindor team rejected him. But he is a first-year student after all. He has never ridden a broom before and doesn't even know the rules of Quidditch. It's ridiculous for him to join the team directly - he should just be a reserve player."

Another student, Kevin, also said: "Think about it, if Potter really made an exception and joined the team, the Weasley brothers would have shouted out long ago. But did you hear them?"

The analysis was well-reasoned and everyone nodded in agreement.

Padma curled her lips in disdain and whispered to Michael, "In fact, it was Gryffindor Captain Wood who wanted to use Harry Potter as a secret weapon, so he didn't allow publicity. Those stupid boys are just jealous, so they don't want to admit it."

Michael didn’t remind her that he was also one of the boys, but smiled and said, “Maybe they just don’t want to admit that they are not as good as another boy in front of a pretty girl.”

Padma blushed slightly.

Wade glanced to the side and saw Michael raising one eyebrow at him. At such a young age, he looked so romantic and carefree, as if he had walked out of the shadow of his past. Wade couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Suddenly there was a commotion in the restaurant - six long-eared owls carrying a long and thin package flew into the hall with great effort, attracting everyone's attention. The owls circled down, dropped the package in front of Harry Potter, and then flapped their wings and flew away, leaving only a few feathers.

Michael gasped, grabbed Wade's wrist, and said in a low voice: "Broom! I bet it's a flying broom!"

His eyes turned red with envy, and he said in a voice as if vomiting blood: "And it's a Nimbus series - I recognize that packaging!"

"Yeah." Wade pried open his fingers, put his hand back on the table, and said nonchalantly, "If you perform well in the flying class this afternoon, you might have a chance to join the team and get a new broom!"

He just said it casually, but Michael seemed to take it seriously. His eyes became particularly serious, and he bit the lamb chops with extra force.

Soon, it was time for flying lessons.

Chapter 21 Ravenclaw's Flying Lesson

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students walked together to the lawn for flying lessons. Standing here, they could see Hagrid's hut and the Forbidden Forest in the distance, and sometimes they could hear strange noises coming from there.

Different from the adventurous Gryffindor and the trouble-making Slytherin, Ravenclaw knows how to protect itself and usually only explores within the scope of the rules; Hufflepuff students are all good kids and will not take the initiative to break the rules. Most of the students in these two houses will not set foot in the Forbidden Forest until they graduate in the seventh year.

More than twenty flying brooms were neatly arranged on the ground, and Madam Hooch was already waiting there. She stared at the students with eagle-like eyes, alert and scrutinizing, and said sternly: "I guess you have heard about yesterday's accident! Mr. Longbottom of Gryffindor was lucky to have only broken his wrist, but if you act recklessly, it would not be surprising if someone broke their neck! You'd better remember this!"

The little eagle and the little badger nodded in agreement.

"Alright! Now everyone stand next to a broomstick!"

Under Madam Hooch's watchful eyes, everyone moved quickly, without fighting or scrambling. However, the school's flying brooms were so old that they were all very broken, with branches stretched out in a disorderly manner and oak handles that were uneven and prickly to use when sweeping the floor.

But they're going to fly on this thing.

Wade suddenly felt that flying on a broom might not be very kind to the coccyx.

He heard Michael mutter, "Meteor - the cheapest broom ..."

Wade took a look and saw that Michael's broom was even more worn than his, and looked like it was made entirely of weeds.

Madam Hooch called out, "Stretch out your right hand, place it over the broom handle, and say - RISE!"

"Get up!" the students shouted together.

Wade's broom rolled twice on the ground before jumping into his hand. He reached out and grabbed it, feeling that he didn't need to use much force because the broom would float in the air by itself.

He turned to look at the others. Some of them succeeded immediately, but for some - like Michael, the broom bounced on the ground like a dehydrated fish and it took a long time for him to reach his hand.

After all the students were holding the brooms, Madam Hooch taught them how to ride the brooms without falling off, and sternly corrected some students' wrong sitting postures.

Wade originally thought that this should be easy, because he remembered that in the movies, Harry Potter always flew away on a broomstick. But when he actually rode on it, he realized that this was not that easy. After all, the broom handle was just a thin wooden stick, and it took a certain amount of skill to keep balance on it.

Fortunately, the pressure on some fragile bones was not as great as expected. There was some kind of spell on the broom, so that when you ride on it, it is like sitting on a chair. It is not comfortable, but not too uncomfortable.

Only when everyone was seated in a way that satisfied Madam Hooch did she allow the students to proceed to the next step - flying.

"When I blow the whistle, push off the ground as hard as you can," said Madam Hooch. "Hold on to your brooms, but don't lift too high unless you want to fly into the clouds! Lift up a little, rise a few feet, then glide forward slowly, and then slowly return to the ground."

Madam Hooch said "Slowly" three times in a row, and then said, "Listen to my whistle - three, two, one!"

When the whistle sounded, the students immediately separated into different groups - some flew too high, some dived towards the ground, and two students lost their balance and rolled off their brooms with a grunt.

Madam Hooch frowned and waved her wand in time, and fortunately no one was hurt.

Suddenly, another scream was heard—a girl from Ravenclaw College rode a broom and rushed towards the broom shed quickly!

"There are so many obstacles!" Madam Hooch cried.

The girl stayed in the air for a moment, and then although she still hit the wall, the force had slowed down, but her broom was broken into pieces.

Madam Hooch didn't scold her, but used a flying charm to summon another old broom and let the girl continue practicing.

Wade rode his broom in a circle at a higher place, and then tried to increase the speed little by little. There were only five or six students like him who could gradually control their brooms. Most of them were ordered by Madam Hooch not to fly higher than the broom shed.

Even so, accidents continue to occur.

For example, two students' brooms were twisting and turning, and then they collided uncontrollably in the air; for example, there was a Hufflepuff boy who flew very well at low altitude, but when he had just risen to a height of less than five meters, he closed his eyes and fell off the broom - this poor student was afraid of heights.

The first flying class was a mess. Madam Hooch was like an octopus, "putting out fires" in all directions, waving her wand and saving students from various crises that could break their necks. She herself was hit by a reckless student, and Madam Hooch was so angry that her face turned blue and she deducted five points from Hufflepuff!

Wade finally understood why Madam Hooch always had a bad face and looked very angry. Any experienced driver who was teaching a novice driver to drive and saw the novice driver constantly making some low-level and stupid mistakes would probably be like Madam Hooch.

Finally, the flying class was over, and students flocked to the school infirmary to see Madam Pomfrey for treatment of various abrasions, sprains, and falls. Vader and Michael were intact, and they went back to the hall for dinner together.

"Vade!"

Hermione, who was eating, saw them and immediately waved to greet them. Wade saw her sitting alone at one end of the long table, so he simply walked over and sat at the Gryffindor table.

Hermione glanced them up and down and asked, "Did flying lesson go well?"

"I'm so tired." Michael said tiredly. He felt that he needed a lot of energy. After taking two pieces of bread with butter, he put a roasted chicken leg on the plate.

Wade poured a glass of juice and drank it all, then said, "This is everyone's first time flying, and they are not very experienced. More than half of them were slightly injured, and some even fainted."

Hermione nodded, "I must say, I'm not surprised at all. Flying through the air without any protection, it's only natural to get hurt!"

She clearly didn't like riding a broomstick, or Quidditch at all.

"This is a skill that requires hard training to master! A skilled Quidditch player can fly more flexibly than a bird."

After a flying lesson, Michael finally regained his energy, but Wade remembered that he had been hovering at a low altitude during the class. If he flew a little higher, the broom - or Michael on the broom - would start to tremble.

He is a typical person who is both bad at playing.

But Michael convinced him with just one sentence.

"Think about it, Wade." Michael said in a bewitching tone, "We can fly directly to the dormitory on our brooms and never have to climb the stairs again! I saw the students on the Quidditch team do this!"

Chapter 22 Umbrella House and SSC

That day, until he went back to the dormitory to sleep, all Wade thought about was the flying broom. At night, he dreamed that he was flying on a broom, as free as a bird - he flew over Hogwarts Castle, the stadium, the Forbidden Forest and the Black Lake -

He circled the grass and passed through the corridor of the castle. Everyone looked up at him in surprise. Michael was hanging on the stairs half dead, his eyes were dull from exhaustion. But Wade was far away from those damn stairs - he drew a graceful arc in the air, and finally passed through the window lightly and landed directly on his bed.

After waking up, Wade still had the wonderful feeling of flying freely in his mind. He looked at the ceiling with a sense of loss and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

But first-year students are not allowed to bring brooms to school... and a Nimbus 2000 costs at least a thousand gold galleons...

Gray's father, Ferdinand, opened a toy factory, and the products were sold to the United States, so his family was relatively wealthy among ordinary people. Wade also had a lot of pocket money, which allowed him to buy all kinds of snacks at will. But in any case, Wade would never ask his parents for a thousand Galleons to buy something like a "toy".

It would be great if I could achieve financial freedom on my own - Wade couldn't help but think.

If he were in the Muggle world, he could quickly accumulate wealth with his knowledge of the future, but as a student in a boarding school, how could he make money?

Wade couldn't help but let his imagination run wild.

……

The whole day of Saturday was a rest time. When Wade arrived at the practice room in the morning, he found Hermione already there.

Among the few people, Hermione spent the longest time in the practice room. Sometimes, Wade would read in the common room or dormitory of Ravenclaw because he didn't want to go downstairs, but Hermione spent almost all her free time in the practice room. Wade was sure that the girl didn't have any friends in Gryffindor College except Neville, and the girls in the same dormitory didn't seem to have a good relationship with her.

The girls always acted together, went to class together, ate together, and went to the bathroom together, but Hermione was always alone.

However, Wade did not advise her to get along well with her classmates - emotional intelligence is something that is innate, and Wade himself is not the type who is good at socializing, and he does not like to put himself in a difficult position to please others.

But today, the girl was unusually not studying, but was nailing something on the wall with a "bang bang" sound.

"What is this?" Wade leaned over to take a look.

The rectangular wooden board is decorated with simple patterns and a line of cursive characters on it.

"Umbrella room?" Vader's expression was a little strange. He thought of Umbrella Corporation, a company that created biological viruses and destroyed the world.

"Yes." Hermione nailed the last nail and said, "There are many practice rooms, but this is the only one that belongs to us. I think it should have a special name. In this way, when others hear us say 'Umbrella Room', they don't know where it is."

"Okay." Wade didn't care much about such trivial matters. He took a book from the shelf, sat down, and began to do the homework for yesterday's Herbology class.

The practice room, or umbrella room, has changed a lot since the beginning. Each of them has a space against the wall, with bookshelves placed along the wall and the table arranged according to their own preferences.

Hermione's shelf was full of books, many of which were borrowed from the library and had not yet been returned. She also had a thick stack of brand new parchment, two bottles of ink, and seven or eight quills - these things of hers were consumed very quickly. Since parchment was more expensive, Hermione usually took notes in notebooks bought from Muggle stores. The Granger family was not short of money, but the girl was more or less thrifty and would not spend money on unnecessary things.

In addition to textbooks, Wade's shelf also has all the notes he has compiled so far. Michael and others often borrow them. According to them, with Wade's notes, they can pass the final exam even if they don't attend classes. In addition, there are many props for transformation, such as buttons, matches, chess pieces and other common things. After the flying class, a miniature model of a flying broom was quietly added to his desk.

Michael's place was much more fancy, he put perfume, mirrors, gift boxes, chocolates and other messy things, a poster of a Quidditch star on the wall, a dragon model on the table, cookies that were not eaten yesterday, and badges collected from somewhere, etc. Michael proved with his own actions that not every Ravenclaw loves learning.

Theo from Hufflepuff is very much loved by Professor Sprout, and he is also very good at Herbology. On his shelf are two rows of small flower pots as big as fists, which are all plants cultivated by Theo himself, including common white moss, mint, marjoram, yarrow, etc. There is also a pot of Mibu Mibao on the table. This plant looks like a diseased internal organ, covered with boils, and will spray sticky and smelly liquid to attack others. In order to avoid accidental injury, Theo put a hemispherical glass cover on it.

Neville liked Theo's arrangement very much, and he wanted to make a similar one himself, but because he didn't have much pocket money, he only had three or four flower pots. He also prepared some fertilizer, but everyone asked him to put it in the corner of the umbrella house so as not to affect his breathing.

Ryan is also good at herbal medicine, but his favorite is astronomy, so on his desk is a set of planetary models, large and small planets will slowly rotate around the sun in the middle. In addition, Ryan has collected a variety of different quills and different colors of ink, neatly placed on the bookshelf.

Several other people came to the umbrella house one after another. They noticed the new name of the practice room and praised it highly. Michael even clapped his hands on the table and praised Hermione for her cleverness and surprise.

Even though she knew that this guy was just complimenting women out of habit, Hermione's cheeks still blushed with joy.

Theo put down his bag and said, "I think not only should the practice room have a new name, but we should also have a name that shows that we are a whole."

"Yes." Ryan nodded: "If you always think that I am a Hufflepuff, he is a Ravenclaw, and you are a Gryffindor, there will always be a gap. We should be a collective that transcends the differences between colleges."

"It suddenly feels official!" Michael said excitedly: "Then what should we call him? Wade?" He looked at his good friend.

Wade was suddenly cueed and was stunned, "Uh... after-school tutoring interest group?"

"——You'd better not give any advice." Michael turned his head expressionlessly: "Hermione?"