Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Like all newborn birds, it opened its mouth wide to welcome the food, as if there was a bottomless pit in its stomach.

Wade only fed three drops and put the bottle back even though the chick was still crying.

Phineas watched him finish before he slowly said, "Regulus...how did he die?"

"He died for his inner justice and faith," Wade said. "He fought against Voldemort and used his life to give people a chance to defeat that man."

After a moment, Phineas uttered a few unpleasant sneers.

"He doesn't sound like Black... he sounds like a stupid Gryffindor!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Phineas strode out of the portrait, leaving only a blank space in his portrait.

Vader didn't stay long either.

He took out the box containing the tiara from his bag - after deciding to invite Dumbledore to the cave, he borrowed the tiara from the Room of Requirement, and this time Barnabas did not stop him.

Wade placed the crown on an empty table and said to the portrait next to it, "This is for Professor Dumbledore. Please tell him when he comes back."

"All right," said the portrait.

In another portrait, the old principal said dissatisfiedly: "Students nowadays are really... They actually order the principal around!"

Vader ignored him.

He opened the door and walked out of the principal's office.

It was already evening, and the students who had gone to Hogsmeade were returning one after another.

Wade stood high up and could easily see two students hiding in a corner, huddled together. The girl was giggling and the boy was leaning over to kiss her cheek.

Those two people were Michael and Padma.

Padma was very shy, but Michael handled it with ease like a veteran in the love scene.

He was like a dragonfly skimming the water, approaching, touching, stepping back slightly, whispering a few words, and then approaching again.

They are so close to each other and feel like fish in water.

Wade couldn't help but smile, but he also felt that these guys were too precocious.

In his mind, he has always treated everyone as sixth graders according to their age.

He knew that some people said behind his back that he was old-fashioned, but he didn't care.

Vader walked down the spiral staircase, thinking about what had happened today.

His frank talk with Dumbledore... the Inferi... and the two Black brothers.

And the Phoenix Nirvana.

Although the phoenix in the magical world is not as powerful and omnipotent as the legend says, its tears can heal most injuries, even bites from the fangs of a basilisk; and its feathers also have various magical uses.

Wade planned to make a few bottles of healing potions first, and the rest could be used for alchemy. Thanks to Fox's generosity, he gave him enough feathers.

"Mr. Grey... Weed Grey..."

As Wade was walking down the corridor and preparing to return to the Room of Requirement, he suddenly heard a thin voice calling him.

He turned around and saw it was McGee.

This is a house-elf who is good at cooking and is also responsible for cleaning the Slytherin common room and dormitory.

"McGee?" Wade walked over and squatted down: "What do you want from me?"

"Vade Grey doesn't know it yet, but something happened in Slytherin House today, and McGee wants to tell him."

McGee clenched his palms, as if he was ashamed of leaking the academy's information.

But because Wade was also a student of Hogwarts and theoretically his master, he was not ashamed enough to punish himself by banging his head against the wall.

"What do you want to tell me, McGee?" Weed asked gently.

"It's evening, there aren't too many Slytherin students, most of them go to Hogsmeade."

The elf raised his head and said in a thin voice:

"Two fat guys suddenly attacked the others...their magic wasn't very good, and they accidentally conjured a cow, nearly breaking their own ribs."

"Isn't that a magical effect that only occurs by chance?" Wade frowned.

Ever since Professor Flitwick told the story of the unlucky wizard who was almost killed by a cow, there have always been some unbelieving little wizards who have secretly tried it, but the effect would never appear once in ten times.

Even if they recited the spell incorrectly, the magic power would not be enough to support such a huge space transfer.

The house-elf shook his head: "McGee doesn't understand what's going on, but he has discovered some strange phenomena..."

He suddenly stopped talking and looked around, as if he was worried that others might eavesdrop.

Then he leaned close to Wade and whispered, "Someone is secretly practicing evil magic... There is also an elf from outside in his dormitory..."

Chapter 194 Draco: Club?

Draco Malfoy had been having a hard time lately.

In fact, this sign has been there since last semester.

Ever since he led his men to ambush Weed Grey of Ravenclaw, but was almost scared to tears by a swarm of insects, some people have been reluctant to agree with him.

By this semester, Malfoy felt that he had not done anything, but his friends left him one after another, and even the two idiots Crabbe and Goyle began to openly oppose him.

The Quidditch team was doing OK because his dad donated a batch of brooms, so everyone else was trying to please him.

But as a Seeker, he lost the match against Gryffindor. Especially... the Golden Snitch was right next to him, but he did nothing, and Harry Potter took the opportunity to catch it.

Malfoy felt aggrieved.

It was because Potter cunningly pretended to knock him off his broom that distracted him and made him not pay attention to the whereabouts of the Golden Snitch.

But his teammates did not accept his explanation, and Flint even said sarcastically: "The Golden Snitch is almost shoving itself under your nose. What else does it need to do to get your attention?"

Montague, Blackie and others all laughed out loud.

Derek said, "A good Seeker has to have a good eye as well as a good broom, doesn't he, Draco?"

Malfoy used to think that Harry Potter was probably the most annoying person in the world because he actually ignored his initiative to show goodwill and even mocked him.

But when he actually faced the malice of others, he found that those conflicts were nothing at all.

Malfoy slammed the book shut, and the pages made a sound similar to a scream. The words "The Most Toxic Magic" on the cover slowly turned red and even bled.

He wiped the blood off his fingertips as usual, and did not scream in disgust like he did the first time.

"So, you got the wrong person."

He said to the person next to him: "I used to hate Potter. But now, compared with Potter, I want Crabbe and Goyle to learn a lesson more."

Behind him was Dobby the house-elf.

The elf was wearing a tattered and dirty pillowcase, its big ears looked like they had just been burned, and there were scars on its forehead and thin arms.

Dobby leaned down and said in a shrill voice, "Dobby doesn't know that Master Malfoy is unhappy that Dobby attacked Harry Potter. The Master asked Dobby to help Master Malfoy."

"Humph." Malfoy said unhappily, "If Dad really wants to help me, he should take back the broom that sponsored the team!"

Dobby blinked his tennis ball-sized eyes and said pitifully, "The master thinks that this cannot be done. The master thinks that this will damage the image of the Malfoy family."

"Forget it, now I have my revenge anyway!"

Malfoy patted the "Most Toxic Spell" with some pride and said loudly: "See? I only learned two spells and I made those guys run around in circles! They still don't understand what's going on!"

He pushed the photos of several other people in the dormitory off the table, stepped on them a few times, adjusted his collar, and glanced disdainfully at the house-elf who had his head bowed.

"I should go visit my injured roommate! Clean up this place, don't run out and get discovered by others, and don't let me see you!"

Malfoy put away his wand, hid his magic book, slammed the door and left.

Walking into the common room, Malfoy's expression darkened as he saw the others.

Without saying a word, he walked through the doorway and headed towards the school infirmary.

Today, all of his roommates were sent in. Crabbe and Goyle attacked the others, but they didn't know the armor spell, and they were also beaten and bloodied by the counter-spells.

Thinking of the miserable plight of several people, Malfoy's mood of being ostracized during this period finally improved a little.

……

In the dormitory, Dobby watched Malfoy leave, and almost impatiently walked to the door and reached for the handle.

Then his palms began to tremble.

【Don't run out! 】

Malfoy's casual words were an order that he could not disobey.

Dobby pulled his hand back abruptly, and then banged his head hard against the wall!

"Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby! Trying to disobey the master's orders! Bad Dobby!"

After being hit a few times, it seemed to feel better. With its buzzing head, it turned around and started to clean up.

A few photos were restored to their original positions, followed by the damaged curtains, bed sheets, pillows, wardrobe...

There was no one else in the dormitory today, and Malfoy vented his pent-up anger, destroying the dormitory beyond recognition.

Fortunately, he didn't use dark magic in such a place, so it wasn't too difficult for Dobby to clean up.

It didn't take Dobby long to finish his work. He held his rumbling stomach and glanced at the snacks on the table, but he didn't dare to eat them secretly.

Malfoy hadn't meant to let him go hungry.

However, this young master never thought about preparing food for his slaves. When he was at home, he never had to worry about these tedious issues.

Previously, Dobby stole Chat from the Malfoy family's warehouse and failed to cover his tracks, exposing the fact that he was the one who attacked Harry Potter in the maze.

Of course, no matter who looked at that incident, no one would think that Dobby did this to protect the victim who almost died.

The Malfoys naturally thought that Dobby must have heard Draco complain to his parents about Potter and his group many times during the summer vacation, so he took the initiative to avenge his master.

Lucius Malfoy punished him for his unauthorized actions, but both Malfoys thought that Dobby was very loyal and very capable.

Therefore, when little Malfoy complained to his father that his classmates bullied him, Lucius Malfoy sent Dobby to school to protect his son.

He is a governor of Hogwarts, so his house-elves can bypass the school's protective magic and enter this impregnable castle.

But since arriving at Hogwarts, Dobby's movements have been greatly restricted.