Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying!

They stood by the corridor, outside the world was covered in snow, and some young wizards were playing a snowball fight in the yard, shouting and yelling. Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were among them.

“Dumbledore is right,” Hermione suddenly said.

Wade was puzzled: "Huh?"

“Harry shouldn’t be told the truth.” Hermione looked at Harry with a pitying, motherly gaze. “Otherwise, the heavy reality and hatred will suffocate him.”

"—Don't talk about this," Wade cautioned. "Remember Dumbledore's words, we should try not to think about it, and avoid eye contact with that man...it's best to stay away from him."

Hermione nodded silently.

Michael looked at Wade, hesitant to speak. Wade asked him with his eyes, but he shook his head and said nothing.

After returning to the lounge in the evening, Michael avoided everyone and whispered, "I thought you would resent Dumbledore—he knew everything but let his students be in danger—you almost died, Wade."

Chapter 44 The First Alchemical Work

Wade suddenly turned to look at Michael.

Michael looked at him strangely: "—Didn't you ever think of questioning him about this?"

Vader: ...

It really doesn't.

The plot he knew had, to some extent, clouded his judgment—Wade knew from the beginning that Quirrell had Voldemort hanging from his head, and that no one had died that year. He carried a sense of superiority as a "time traveler" and a "prophet," even adopting a playful attitude. When he suddenly discovered Voldemort's secret, he simply attributed it to his own carelessness and didn't blame anyone else.

Under Michael's watchful gaze, he carefully went through the whole affair from the beginning, including his own thoughts, Dumbledore's possible considerations, and the final fates of these people in the story.

He found himself still unable to question or resent Dumbledore.

"Why?" Michael asked, puzzled. "He's the principal; he should be protecting our safety."

“What will I get by questioning him?” Wade asked seriously. “To see Dumbledore repent? Or to have him apologize to me? What’s the point? Will harboring resentment towards Dumbledore keep us safe in the future?”

Michael was speechless.

“There’s no point in dwelling on what has already happened, Michael,” Wade concluded. “It’s even more foolish to yell at the only person who can protect us, to question him, to rebel against him—being favored gives you the right to be fearless, and we shouldn’t indulge in venting our emotions when we’re not favored.”

Michael remained silent for a long time before asking softly, "Don't you feel wronged?"

“No,” Wade said. “If I’ve learned anything from this, it’s that—”

"First, don't place all your hopes on others."

"Secondly, only those who possess power can do as they please."

"Third... when you can't beat someone, you have to endure it."

That's just how the world is—it always has been.

……

Wade spoke rationally to Michael, but in reality, he was not entirely unaffected.

For several nights, when he woke up in the middle of the night, he seemed to see a green light representing death flashing in his dreams, and sometimes the ferocious and cruel voice of a noseless, bald monster.

In the latter half of the night, Wade stared at the stars on the ceiling, unable to fall asleep for a long time, so he simply got up and read a book.

He began to spend more time studying and alchemy.

In the last week before Christmas, Vader finally completed his first alchemical creation.

On the pale yellow parchment, streaks of golden light formed intricate yet regular geometric patterns. The inner and outer rings rotated slowly at different speeds, and ancient runes flashed with golden light in alternating patterns.

Vader could clearly see the flow of magic and the way the spells worked. He could even vaguely sense where adjustments were needed and where materials needed to be replaced.

After a while, his eyes felt dry, so he closed them to rest for a bit. When he looked again, all he saw was an ordinary piece of parchment.

After independently completing his first alchemical creation, Vader's eyes underwent another change, developing a new function—

After being able to see other people's real names and how their spells were cast, Vader discovered that he could also see the magical drawings, the flow of magic, the spells used, and the engraved runes on alchemical items.

However, you need to concentrate and be very focused when you "look" at it; if your attention wanders even slightly, that special vision will disappear.

That's a good thing, but Wade really wished his cheat system would give him an instruction manual.

At first, he thought he was very suitable to be an Auror in the future—no compound decoction or human metamorphosis could hide anything from his eyes;

Later, he felt that he was probably suited to be a teacher, providing one-on-one targeted tutoring to each student, with an excellence rate that was not 100%, but at least 90%.

Now Vader thinks he's probably a born alchemist.

But if he never came into contact with alchemy in his life, wouldn't he never have discovered that his eyes could see even more amazing things?

During his tutoring session on Thursday, he handed in his revised work to Professor Murray.

"Oh, let me see... a piece of parchment?"

Professor Morrie put on his glasses, stopping Wade from introducing the parchment, and first gently stroked the seemingly ordinary parchment with his slender fingers.

"Hmm... ordinary parchment, with a little mercury, fish oil, and mountain sage added—nothing special." Professor Morrie muttered a spell, his fingers twitching slightly as he examined the magical circuits: "Transfiguration Charm, Linking Charm, Undo Charm... and Concealment Charm... very clever—a very clever idea—"

He looked at Wade with a surprised, sparkling gaze and said, "I guess you have another parchment like this, right?"

“Yes, Professor.” Wade laughed, pulled a self-bound notebook from his bag, and said, “Actually, I have another stack!”

Professor Morrie smiled, sat down, and thought carefully for a moment before writing a sentence on the paper in his hand—

"Exceptional wisdom is the greatest wealth of mankind."

The strong, powerful characters appear on both parchments, with identical content and placement.

"Just as I suspected." Professor Morrie examined it again. "The structure of the magic circuit is extremely robust; even I have nothing I can alter... It's virtually unaffected by distance, and information can be transmitted instantly—"

As he spoke, he stood up and paced back and forth in the room several times, muttering something unintelligible to anyone, his eyebrows seemingly about to fly off.

After a while, Professor Morrie suddenly turned around, strode up to Wade, reached out and grasped his shoulder, and said excitedly, "Child! Do you know? You will change the world! This is a world-changing invention! Merlin! It is more significant than all my inventions so far!"

"It's unbelievable that you're only eleven years old!"

"This is a parchment, but it's more than just a parchment! It will change the way all wizards communicate!"

"Why didn't anyone think of this before? It's so simple, yet so profound!"

Seeing Professor Morrie's shining eyes and somewhat crazy attitude, Wade's heart began to pound. He forced himself not to back down, his fingers curling slightly, almost unable to resist reaching for his wand.

In an instant, countless precedents flashed through his mind—such as Song Zhiwen, who "killed someone for stealing his poem," and Newton, who suppressed and persecuted other scholars.

Vader instantly became alert, as if he had returned to that day—through a wall, he heard Voldemort's voice.

Dumbledore's calm, pale blue eyes seemed to be staring at him.

Wade secretly pinched a bean the size of a button—his safety net.

He tried to remain humble and calm, and said with a smile, "It's not really my invention—I just borrowed from the precedent of Muggle network communication. Without the professor's careful guidance, I wouldn't have been able to make it successfully."

Chapter 45 The Book of Friends

Vader certainly knew the importance of the "telephone." But he thought that—after the Muggle world already had mobile phones and the internet, the appearance of an instant communication device in the wizarding world was nothing to be surprised about.

Moreover, wizards already had tools like two-way mirrors that allowed for "video calls." The only advantage of parchment was that it was cheaper, and the spells were simple and easy to understand. It could be said that wizards already had the prerequisites for its creation hundreds of years ago, but for some reason, it seems that no one thought about it in this direction.

Wade maintained a smile, hoping Professor Mori would understand his meaning—that if you wanted the research results, we could discuss it, and the glory would be shared by everyone; please don't act impulsively and turn against us, and certainly don't resort to violence.

Otherwise, he would have no choice but to retaliate.

Wade didn't really believe that Hogwarts with Dumbledore was absolutely safe, since the Oblivion and Imperius Curses weren't that difficult.

But Professor Morrie seemed not to understand. Without thinking, he retorted, "How can it not count? The Americas have existed for thousands of years, but Columbus, who discovered it, is still hailed as a hero! Dumbledore discovered twelve uses for dragon's blood. Didn't people study dragon's blood before? Of course they did! Child, there's nothing shameful about standing on the shoulders of giants—the important thing is that you were the first to invent it! Wait, I need to write two letters!"

Wade's wildly beating heart calmed down.

He suddenly realized that Professor Mori had no intention of taking his alchemical achievements for himself; he was simply happy for Vader.

However, Professor Morrie's overly expressive manner and excited gaze made Wade feel threatened.

He slowly adjusted his breathing and heartbeat, realizing that there was something wrong with his current mindset.

—Because of Quirrell and…Dumbledore, he now has extremely low trust in the school's professors, and subconsciously assumes the worst about them.

In reality, Professor Flitwick was gentle and kind, and Professor Murray had been helping and guiding him since they met. It was really wrong for him to have such doubts.

Professor Morrie, completely unaware of Wade's thoughts, wrote a few lines and then suddenly asked, "By the way, Wade, what's the name of your work—it should have a name, shouldn't it?"

Wade said as calmly as possible, "Yes, I call it—The Book of Friends."

He wrote "Book of Friends" on the paper, but then felt it lacked a certain charm, so he wrote the three Chinese characters "友人帐" (Friend's Account) on it.

"What is this?" Professor Morrie asked curiously, poking at the three characters that looked like a painting.

“How to write the Chinese characters for ‘Friend’s Book’,” Wade explained, then read it aloud in Chinese.

Professor Morrie gave a clumsy imitation, pondered it for a moment, and then smiled: "Not bad. This can become your unique trademark."

He buried his head in his letter and continued writing: "Wade, did you apply to stay on campus for the holidays?"

“No.” Wade sat down next to him. “My parents have been waiting for me to come home.”

“On the third day after Christmas, I’ll be hosting a small party at home, so please remember to make time for it,” Professor Morrie said. “I can introduce you to some… well… friends who might be very helpful to you.”

"Of course, it would be my pleasure, Professor."

Because of his guilt, Wade is now unusually easy to talk to.