Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

"You didn't like reading so much before, did you?"

"Seriously, did Snape secretly drug you?"

"--Like a love potion called 'Love of Learning' or something like that."

Associating Professor Snape's face with the pink-smelling love potion, Roger Davis couldn't help but shudder. "Don't talk nonsense. Professor Snape wouldn't use a love potion... No, I mean where is this kind of love potion... No, we just suddenly realized that life is short, and the time we can use to study is even shorter."

"Huh?" The two Weasleys looked at him in confusion.

Roger Davis took a deep breath and looked at the twins solemnly: "Fred, George, do you know how long we can stay in Hogwarts?"

Fred silently reached out to feel the temperature of his forehead.

"My brain is not burned out!" Davis slapped his hand down and seriously talked about theories such as "266 weeks", "tens of thousands of books", "not studying hard is like going to a treasure mountain but returning empty-handed" and so on.

After finishing speaking, Davis went to the Ravenclaw table to have dinner, holding a book. The Weasley brothers looked at each other, and even Harry and Ron, who had been concentrating on eating, stopped unconsciously.

The spirit of hard study began to spread quietly in Hogwarts.

Of course, most people are only enthusiastic for a short time. For example, Ron, who only worked hard to edit the paper on the history of magic, started to play with his moving wizard chess; for example, the twins, they still spent most of their time on pranks and studying magic tricks. But there are also some people who are secretly motivated to start working hard.

Michael is a man who works hard intermittently. He is smart but not hardworking. Sometimes he will be influenced by Wade and work hard for a while, but soon he will be attracted by more interesting things, such as using magic to manipulate small paper figures to fight, or discussing music or clothing with beautiful girls.

In the practice room most of the time it was Vader, Hermione, Theo and Ryan.

Sometimes Professor Sprout from the Herbology class would come to check on them, probably because she was worried about the dangerous practices they were doing here. After seeing the layout of the practice room and the learning results of the students, she praised them highly, gave each school five points, and said that when she didn't have classes, the students could ask her questions and she was happy to answer their questions.

Professor Sprout was a very gentle and kind witch. She almost never discriminated against students because of their colleges, and only favored those students who were particularly talented in Herbology. Soon after, Professor Sprout recommended a Gryffindor student, Neville Longbottom, to their study group.

The round-faced boy was simple and honest. He was very clumsy in studying and learned spells slower than anyone else, but he was very hardworking and never caused trouble. He quickly integrated into their small group.

On a weekend evening, a notice posted on the bulletin board in the lounge caused all the first-year students to get excited - starting next week, they would have flying lessons!

Chapter 17 Flying Lessons

Flying has always been the biggest dream of mankind, and Vader is no exception. In his opinion, one of the biggest benefits of learning magic is that you can fly freely in the sky. Of course, you can also fly in an airplane, and it is more comfortable than riding a broom or riding a Pegasus. But there is no doubt that the latter is much cooler.

Ravenclaw's flying lesson was on Friday afternoons with Hufflepuff, and before that, Gryffindor and Slytherin's flying lesson was on Thursday afternoons.

Since Monday, all the first-year students have been talking about flying, including Michael.

"You know what? My most thrilling experience was swooping down from a cliff on a broom, racing with an eagle!" Michael boasted, with a sausage stuck on his fork: "We swooped down from a height of 1,300 meters and finally hovered only 15 centimeters above the ground! The grass on the ground could touch the tip of my nose!"

"That's amazing, isn't it?" Theo at the next table believed it and exclaimed, "Michael, you should play Quidditch. You must be good at the Wronski feint! Many famous players can't do that!"

Michael blushed slightly, and said with all his strength, "Of course! I have to say that after Professor Flitwick sees my wonderful performance in the flying class, he might invite me to join the Quidditch team in advance!"

"Of course! You're a genius!" Theo praised loudly.

Michael blushed even more.

At the long table, some senior Ravenclaw girls looked at Michael and chuckled, obviously seeing through his lies.

In order to hide his embarrassment, Michael turned around and said, "Wade, do you need me to give you some flying instructions in advance? In case you get nervous when you ride on the broom. I'm an expert in this area. I was already flying on a broom at home when I couldn't even walk."

"Really? I think we need some guidance too." Hermione pulled Neville over quickly and sat next to them. She was holding a pile of books in her arms - "The Origins of Quidditch", "The Miracle of Wigton Tramps", "He Flies Like a Madman" and so on.

"You borrowed so many books?" Wade asked in surprise.

"Yeah, but it doesn't help much," Hermione said irritably as she put the books on the table. "They're mostly about the barbaric sport of Quidditch, and they don't say anything about how to fly more smoothly."

The girl's words immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of Quidditch fans. Michael raised his eyebrows and said, "Barbaric? Hermione, you probably don't understand. Quidditch is the most popular and exciting sport. Everyone loves Quidditch! It has nothing to do with barbarism! No, it should be said that you don't understand its wild charm at all!"

"Really?" Hermione asked bluntly, "But it makes the Golden Snidget a protected species! It's on the verge of extinction!"

"There's nothing wrong with Quidditch!" Michael shouted first, and then asked curiously: "...What is the Golden Snidget? It sounds a bit like the Golden Snitch?"

"It's a small bird that flies quickly." Wade happened to have read this part before, and he said, "In the past, a Golden Snidget would be released during Quidditch matches. The game would end when the team's hunter killed the bird. As a result, the number of Golden Snidgets went from being as common as sparrows to being extremely rare, and protection areas had to be established to prevent them from becoming completely extinct. Although the Golden Snitch was later invented to replace the Golden Snidget, Quidditch teams in some countries seem to have retained the old customs. So until now, the Golden Snidget is still a protected animal."

Hermione raised her head and said, "That's right, so Quidditch is a barbaric sport built on the lives of countless Golden Snidgets. It's a pity that not many people pay attention to the poor Golden Snidgets now, and only cheer for a sport that can kill people!"

The girl completely forgot why she was sitting at the table and left angrily with her books, leaving the boys looking at each other in bewilderment.

After a long while, Neville said timidly: "So...flight instructors...are there any?" He said with a sad face: "I've never flown before. My grandmother won't let me near a broomstick - not even a toy broomstick."

"Well, of course." Michael said enthusiastically, "It's actually very simple to ride a broom. You just need to hold the stick in front of you with your hands, and then push the ground with your feet, and you can fly. Keeping balance is the most important thing, and you must be flexible when turning. There are big differences in the models of various flying brooms. It's good to have a Sweeping Seven Stars broom provided by the school, but the best one at present must be the Nimbus 2000..."

Michael's "flight instructions" only lasted two or three sentences, and the rest of the time he talked endlessly about the performance of the Light Cycle series. Theo was very supportive and believed every word he said. Neville stared with his big round eyes and tried to write down everything he said, but in the end there were only a few lines on the paper - [Hold the handle, push hard on the ground, and keep your balance].

Ryan whispered to Wade, "I'm sure Michael has only ridden a toy broom before."

"Why do you say that?" Vader asked, "Have you ever ridden a real one?"

"I've never ridden a broom by myself because my mom wouldn't let me, saying it's too dangerous," Ryan said. "But my dad has a Comet, and he once held me and flew me around in the sky a few times. He said that at first it's good enough for beginners to sit on it steadily, and you can't rush to fly, because the speed of a flying broom is much faster than a toy broom, and there is no limit on the height."

He looked at Michael's eloquent appearance and shook his head slightly.

"There's nothing to worry about." Wade comforted, "The professor is here!"

Although he had no impression of the detailed plot of Harry Potter, he remembered that Neville had a brilliant performance in the final battle. What could go wrong in an ordinary flying lesson?

Come to think of it, I have the impression that... there does seem to be a plot about flying lessons.

Vader stroked his chin, trying to dig out useful fragments from his memory.

Hmm... it seems that Neville was bullied by Draco? And then Harry Potter stood up for him?

That should be the case.

On Thursday afternoon, Ravenclaw only had one spells class with Slytherin. After class, the Slytherins happily ran to the lawn - that was where the flying class was. The Ravenclaws didn't have any classes afterwards, so they just went to watch.

It was rare for Wade to move with the main group - after all, it was a flying class. Students gathered in the corridor in twos and threes, eavesdropping on the speech of Madam Hooch, the flying class professor, hoping to learn something in advance so as not to embarrass themselves in the formal class tomorrow.

It wasn't long before they saw Neville - yes, Neville - soaring into the sky like a cannonball while everyone else was still standing on the ground!

"Ahhhh-"

There was a terrified scream from the sky, followed by a figure falling straight down. Before anyone else could react, he slammed violently into the grass with a "bang"!

There was silence among the crowd.

Chapter 18 Infirmary

"Is he... is he dead?" a girl asked in a low voice in horror.

The Ravenclaws who witnessed this scene suddenly developed a great fear of flying lessons, especially Michael who had been talking nonstop before.

He looked at the figure lying in the grass with a pale face, his voice trembling: "Is... is it my fault?"

Wade patted his shoulder and said comfortingly, "It shouldn't be a big problem - he didn't fall on his head."

Michael's throat rolled and he was speechless.

Fortunately, Madam Hooch ran over to check and quickly helped Neville up from the grass - thank God, the boy only had one wrist, which looked a bit strange. Madam Hooch helped him to the infirmary and loudly warned other students not to move.

"V-Vader..." Michael pleaded, "Let's go see Neville."

Wade glanced at the other students standing on the grass, nodded, and the two of them quickly ran through the corridor to the infirmary.

"--flying lessons, right?" Through the door, they heard Madam Pomfrey, the school nurse, say in a familiar voice: "Every year at this time there are always some accidents among the first-year students. I can't think of a year that was peaceful--"

Wade gently pushed the door open, and Michael was the first to squeeze his head in.

Neville was seen sitting on the bed in the infirmary, crying. Madam Pomfrey held his arm and gently waved her wand to check. The tip of the wand emitted a feather-like light.

"Then I'll leave this student to you," said Madam Hooch anxiously. "There are still more than 20 students on the lawn with their unattended brooms! Oh, if it weren't for the time being, I really should ask Mr. Filch to keep an eye on them!"

Madam Pomfrey said, "Yes, I will--"

Madam Hooch was obviously an impatient person. She turned around and left in a hurry after hearing "OK". The door suddenly opened and Michael stumbled in.

Seeing the two students, Madam Hooch's eagle-like eyes immediately stood up, as if she was about to scold them, but then she noticed their blue and bronze ties, and her anger subsided.

Since they were not students who had sneaked out of her class, Madam Huo Qi had no time to care about them and walked away quickly.

"--Take good care of the child." Madam Pomfrey said the rest of the sentence as if she were talking to herself. She gently comforted Neville who was crying: "Don't worry, it's just a small problem. We can cure it in no time. I promise you won't miss dinner tonight."

Madam Pomfrey waved her wand and a potion flew down from the shelf. She made Neville drink it, then pointed her wand at his arm and whispered a spell.

It seemed like just a blink of an eye, and the boy's broken wrist was reattached. Judging from his expression, Neville didn't even feel much pain.

Wade was amazed.

"What about you, children?" Madam Pomfrey turned to look at the two people at the door and asked, "Injured? Sick? Or have an upset stomach?"

Michael pursed his lips and said nothing.

Vader had no choice but to say, "Madam Pomfrey, let's go see Neville."

"Oh, you're here to visit a friend!" Madam Pomfrey was a little happy to hear that. She said, "Mr. Longbottom just needs to rest for a while. When his bones have fully grown, he can go back with you."

"Thank you, ma'am," said Wade, and Neville followed suit.

After Madam Pomfrey left, Vader asked, "How is it, Neville? Does your wrist still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt much." Neville shook his head and lifted his robe. He could see that the scratch on his leg was healing quickly. "Look, this side is almost healed too. Madam Pomfrey's healing skills are really amazing. This might be the case with St. Mungo's."

"St. Mungo's?"

"It's the largest magical hospital in Britain, and all the best healers are there," Neville said.

Michael walked over reluctantly and whispered, "Neville."

The boy looked up at him.

Michael lowered his head in shame. "I'm sorry, I lied. I've never ridden a broom before. The tricks I told you were also heard from the radio. I myself have no experience myself -"

Neville blinked.

"I know!" he said.

"Huh?" Michael's eyes widened in surprise.

Neville explained: "Hermione said that you couldn't be so excited about flying lessons if you were used to riding a broomstick."

Michael's face suddenly turned red - did everyone see his frivolous talk?

"But Hermione also said -" Neville continued: "What you said is all right - it's also written in the book. But flying is not a skill that can be mastered just by knowing the theory, right?"

For some reason, Michael suddenly felt like crying.