Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying - Page 293
"Yes."
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Considering that the presence of their parents would make the children feel restrained, Ferdinand had a house in Westminster cleaned in advance during this holiday, and Wade, Harry and Michael moved there on the third day of the holiday.
This time they each had a bedroom and didn't have to get up on time to eat breakfast. The next day after moving in, Michael slept until noon.
Westminster is located in the central area of London and is much more lively than the remote town where the Gray family lived before. A few people went to the movies in the morning when there were fewer people, and listened to the opera in the evening.
This place is also close to King's Cross Station. From time to time, you can see strangely dressed wizards passing by on the street, and employees of the Ministry of Magic also often come and go in this area.
There is also a playground in the nearby park, which is brightly lit and bustling with people even at night.
They tried all kinds of rides, and as the roller coaster dived down, Harry and Michael's screams made Wade suspect that they were about to have a magical riot.
The park is still preparing for the upcoming Christmas market. Some vendors have already started selling from their carts, while others carry a bag or put small commodities in their pockets and start selling them on the street.
Of course, the most popular are still electronic games. Even adults would be addicted to the fun of leveling up and accumulating points, not to mention two thirteen-year-old boys who have never been exposed to this kind of thing.
After dinner, Michael sat in front of the game console and waved at Wade, saying, "This game can be played by two people. You don't have to accompany us all the time. Just go and do what you need to do!"
Harry was stunned: "Vade, don't you like playing these games? Or do you want to play something else?"
His eyes turned to the pile of game boxes in the corner, trying to find a more attractive one - although in Harry's opinion, every game was full of charm.
Vader waved his hand and said, "It's not a matter of the type of game. I just prefer studying magic."
"Oh..." Harry found it hard to understand, but still said: "Then...then you go and study it..."
Seeing Wade leave in a good mood, as if he was going on a date, Harry was silent for a moment, then turned to Michael and asked:
"Michael, have you finished your homework?"
"You must be kidding. The holidays have just begun. Of course I haven't finished writing."
Michael pressed the power button, turned around and quickly returned to Harry's side, sitting cross-legged and picking up the game controller.
"Should we... write our papers too?" Harry said anxiously, shifting his hips.
"Don't compare yourself with Wade!" Michael said nonchalantly, "I've discovered this a long time ago - if you always compare yourself with Wade, you'll tire yourself out! Don't worry, you'll always finish your homework. The vacation is so short, how can you be worthy of yourself if you don't have some fun?"
"Yeah... you're right."
Harry also sat down calmly, and at the same time made up his mind -
After this game... I'll play games tonight and start doing my homework tomorrow morning...
……
The black fortress stood on the island, and the sea breeze swept the waves, angrily hitting the black reefs.
A layer of ice formed around the island, and the waves kept breaking it up, sweeping it into the sea, and pushing it back again after a while.
The ice and stones collided, making a crackling sound, as if some monster was chewing and swallowing food.
The narrow cell was as cold as a huge block of ice. The walls and floor were covered with thick frost. The ragged old man was only covered with a thin blanket and held a few newspapers in his hands.
Not far ahead, there was a huge mirror leaning against the wall. What was reflected in the mirror was not the appearance of the old man, but a scene of a group of people searching on an almost flattened island.
"The British Ministry of Magic rescued dozens of children abducted by Muggle organizations, the Hogwarts train was attacked by the Ministry of Magic's Dementors, and Muggles also developed weapons to restrict wizards?"
The old man asked sarcastically in a hoarse voice.
"That's what the news says." The man in a black cloak was hanging outside the cell and said respectfully, "When our people arrived on the island, they didn't find anything useful... But it is said that Dumbledore once encountered that kind of weapon head-on."
"What's the result?" the old man asked with interest.
"As you can see... the island has become a ruin." The man said, "The owner of the island also committed suicide before the Aurors arrived."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Grindelwald in the cell burst into laughter, and he couldn't help coughing a few times.
"Poor Dumbledore... I guess the British Ministry of Magic didn't take his so-called 'weapons' seriously at all."
"Yes." The man said, "Fudge is busy preparing for the Quidditch World Cup in half a year. He thinks this matter is over. 'Weapons' is an alarmist statement made by Dumbledore."
Grindelwald couldn't help laughing again. "I really want to see Dumbledore's expression at that time. Seeing the idiot he chose surpass his expectations every time, Dumbledore's expression must be very interesting."
The person outside the window remained silent. He knew that it would be better for him not to speak at this time, otherwise, whether he agreed or disagreed, it might anger the old man inside.
When the laughter died down, the man said, "Just as you once predicted, the Muggles are developing faster and faster, and the threat to the wizarding world is growing...Sir, we need you to lead us again."
"Leader?" Grindelwald raised his lips and said, "Do you think I am still the same Grindelwald? Look at me, kid. Any kid who hasn't graduated yet can beat me. You want me to lead you?"
"The wizarding world still fears you, sir, and we still wait for you."
The man said in a slightly excited tone: "The signs of danger have begun to appear, but the wizards are still numb!"
"This world is dull, stupid, bloated and lazy! Only when the crisis of death falls upon them do they know how to struggle, but it is too late!"
"Sir, what the magic world needs now is not an invincible warrior, but a wise man! Someone who can see through the future and guide the direction! Your magic may not be as good as before, but your wisdom will not fade with time!"
"Please lead us again, Mr. Grindelwald - for the greater good! For the survival of the wizarding world! To build our ideal country! We need you, we beg you! Sir..."
The man's face flushed with excitement and his body trembled. He clung to the narrow window of the cell and pleaded loudly, wishing he could take his heart out.
After a while, I heard the person inside say, "Stop yelling like that...it's killing me!"
His fanatical expression suddenly froze, his face suddenly turned pale, and his strong body swayed in the cold wind, as if he would fall from the tower at any time.
Then he heard Grindelwald say -
"Give me your wand."
……
Bournemouth, suburb, hospital.
The wheels of the cart creaked. Hearing the noise, a thin figure quickly hid behind the door next to him, leaving only one calm eye, observing the movement outside.
Two men dressed as nurses pushed a cart and passed through the corridor. They were so busy talking that they didn't pay attention to other places.
Mabel, who was hiding behind the door, breathed a sigh of relief. She took out the apple she had just stolen from the ward, opened her mouth wide, and ate it in a few bites.
"Crack, click, click..."
A faint voice was heard, and a caregiver couldn't help but look back.
"What's wrong?" another blond man asked him.
"It seems there are rats..."
The blond man also listened carefully, then frowned and said, "Where is that? You must have heard it wrong."
"No, I really heard it..." the former insisted, and wanted to pull the blond man back to check.
"Okay, stop making trouble! Finish the work quickly and go back to rest!" The blond man swallowed his saliva with lingering fear, looked at the gloomy sky outside, and said fearfully: "If I go back too late and accidentally encounter a Dementor, it will be all over..."
"Yeah..." The man in front shuddered and said in a trembling voice, "What if we get caught...if we escape like this, will the Dementors give us a kiss?"
"Maybe. I remember someone suggested this in the newspaper before... They actually sent out more than a hundred Dementors. The Ministry of Magic is simply crazy!"
"Those monsters might be nearby... Haven't you noticed? The sky hasn't been clear recently!"
"Of course I found out! How about...how about we run away from here? Run away from this city..."
"What a joke! Have you forgotten that all trains to Hogwarts are inspected by those guys? What if you run into them halfway?"
These two people are Lockhart and Gal Trocca, who escaped from Azkaban and are still on the run.
After threatening each other, the two continued to work with sad faces and sighs.
Not far behind them, a black mist swiftly and silently rushed to the roof, and then slowly swam along with the two of them.
Chapter 413 Invitation Letter from Hogwarts
As soon as the end of get off work time came, Lockhart jumped up impatiently, and Gar took off his hospital uniform at lightning speed. In less than three minutes, the two ran out of the hospital.
Disapparating back home is certainly convenient, but using this kind of magic can easily leave strong magical traces, and the Auror elites of the Ministry of Magic have mastered some special detection spells.
Moreover, using magic in a place where Muggles gather is likely to violate the Statute of Secrecy. The Ministry of Magic will immediately send out a letter and send someone to check. Then they will be surprised to find that there are two fugitives wanted nationwide, and then they will summon the Aurors and the more than one hundred Dementors...
Thinking of such terrible consequences, Lockhart and Gar immediately gave up all shortcuts, firmly stopped themselves from taking risks in using magic, and behaved exactly like ordinary Muggles.
"Let's take a taxi, it's faster this way!"
Lockhart habitually stood on the side of the street and stretched out his hand, but was immediately pulled back by Gar.
"No, no, no, let's take the bus!" Gar's brows were filled with caution and consideration: "Think about it, if we run into those Dementors... there are more people and more targets, and it will be easier for us to escape."
Lockhart withdrew his hand and said admiringly, "You are right. You are very thoughtful."
The two arrived at a nearby bus stop and waited in the cold wind for more than ten minutes before finally seeing the late bus.
Lockhart ran to the bus first, but found that there were no seats on the bus. He thought about it and stood next to a middle-aged woman. When the other woman looked at him, Lockhart showed his signature bright smile.
The Muggle woman looked at him critically as if he were a psychopath, moved further into her seat, and looked away with disgust.
Lockhart: "..."
He looked at his reflection in the car window. His blond hair wasn't as bright as before. His once handsome face had small eyes, a crooked nose, protruding teeth, and dark skin due to the magic...
He became gray and a little ugly.
His smile was no longer charming...it looked vulgar instead.
Lockhart almost shed tears, deeply regretting that he had not learned the art of human transfiguration well before, resulting in him becoming such a horrible appearance.
He complained to Trocca in a low voice: "Stupid Muggles with no vision... If it were in the past, my fans would fill up an entire street."
Gal, who was squeezed by him when getting on the bus, sneered and said, "It's a pity that now they all know your true face. You have no fans anymore!"
Lockhart's face turned green, and he angrily accused him: "We are all companions, how can you poke my scar like this?"
Gar snorted, "We are all companions, and you want to grab a seat from me?"
The two glared at each other with disgust and turned their eyes away at the same time.
Not far away, Mabel, who was standing next to the car holding onto a seat, pulled her hood down a little and looked down at the dirty iron underbody of the car.
[Dementors... Hogwarts... Muggles...]
Yes, these two guys must be wizards too.