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

"Also, keep your 'Book of Friends' a secret for now, don't reveal it to anyone." Professor Morrie winked and smiled, saying, "I'll give you a surprise during the holidays."

A lingering suspicion still lingered in his heart, and Wade instinctively tensed, hesitatingly saying, "Uh... actually, I originally planned to give it to my friends as a Christmas present—and if it was well-received, I'd sell it among my classmates to earn some pocket money—"

"Oh—Vade—Vade—"

Professor Morrie looked up at him, his gaze as if he were looking at a child, and chuckled softly: "My child, you are still young, so you don't understand. There are two kinds of alchemists in the world—one kind has learned a little alchemy and works for the Ministry of Magic or various companies, called an alchemist, but in reality, they are just laborers of capital; the other kind of alchemist is me—"

He tapped his chest with his finger, then pointed at Wade.

"--and you."

Wade's eyes widened slightly.

"Surprised? Do you think this is too early for you?" Professor Morrie asked as if he could read minds.

Wade nodded: "I thought... it was just a simple little thing... I'm only just getting started in alchemy."

Professor Morrie smiled and shook his head: "The person who invented the quill pen must have thought it was just a simple little thing, but we have been using it for over a thousand years."

He wrote the letter, stamped it with his seal, and had it delivered by an owl. Finally, he advised Wade: "It's fine for friends to exchange small gifts, but you shouldn't try to sell them yourself—you should spend your time on more useful things, not as a peddler or craftsman."

……

That evening, after finishing all the friend books he planned to send out during the holidays, Wade returned to his lounge. Exhausted, he lay on his bed, thinking about everyone he had met here.

Quirrell and Voldemort wander around the castle.

The ruthless guardian of the school, who puts the lives of all teachers and students on the chessboard.

"Don't you feel wronged?" Michael asked him.

Ryan said, "I thought these things were something that should be very far removed from us."

Fred said, "Dumbledore really does know everything."

Hermione said, "Dumbledore is right... The heavy reality and hatred will suffocate him."

And Harry Potter... the boy who lived...

Wade covered his eyes with his hand, looking as if he were asleep.

A soft "pop" suddenly rang out in the room, like a bubble bursting.

Wade immediately opened his eyes and turned to look. The house-elf Zoe was standing in the center of the dormitory.

“You’ve come, Zoe.” Wade smiled. “Thank you for agreeing to my request earlier.”

Zoe whispered, “Wade Gray needs help, and Zoe is certainly willing to help him. But Zoe hasn’t received a signal, so I came to check on him.”

"Because I didn't encounter any danger today, Professor Morrie was better at it than I thought."

Wade took a green "bean" out of his pocket and showed it to Zoe.

This is their communication device; Zoe also has one.

After completing the Book of Friends, Vader also created these small magical broad beans, using the Linking Charm and the Transmutation Charm. Whenever he squeezed them, the broad beans in Zoe's hand would heat up.

Ever since his "chance" encounter with Quirrell, Wade had been thinking about how to ensure his survival. Dumbledore had his own plans, and the school professors wouldn't disregard Dumbledore's orders to act as his bodyguards. The only ones he could rely on, and who were willing to help him unconditionally, were the school's house-elves.

Fortunately, he got along very well with the house-elves who were in charge of the Ravenclaw Tower.

These strange creatures can Apparate anywhere in Hogwarts, and their magic is even more powerful than that of some adult wizards. Although they cannot disobey the school's professors, helping a student escape danger is not against their duty.

So Vader made a pact with Zoe—as soon as the magic bean in his hand heated up, Zoe would immediately come to his side and quickly move him to a safe place.

Before going to see Professor Morrie today, Wade brought the magic beans with him. He had prepared for the worst, but thankfully he didn't have to use them.

Chapter 46 Notice Prohibiting the Use of Magic

The house-elf looked at him with childlike, clear eyes.

"Is Wade Gray sad?"

"Uh—" Wade paused, sighed, and twirled the magic bean in his hand, saying, "It's not exactly sadness, is it? I just suddenly realized that my thoughts were a bit too—"

dark.

He swallowed the word and said, "—Should I call it paranoia? I'm having very bad thoughts about a professor who is full of goodwill towards me..."

“Wade Gray is not wrong!” Zoe suddenly shouted.

"—Zoe?"

“Professor Morrie is a good man, but it’s right for Wade Gray to be wary.” Zoe nodded vigorously. “Zoe knows a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who tried to have an inappropriate relationship with a third-year girl and ended up in Azkaban. Zoe also knows another Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who used dark magic on his students and also ended up in Azkaban. And there’s another Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who took advantage of a student’s trust by inviting him to a party, then contacted a dark wizard to kidnap the student and demand a ransom.”

Wade chuckled: "He's in Azkaban too?"

Zoe shook her head: "The wrong spell caused his wand to explode, and he died."

"They're all Defense Against the Dark Arts professors... this position is really weird," Wade grumbled.

“The Defense Against the Dark Arts professors change very quickly, and there are a lot of bad guys. Quirrell is bad too. Wade Grey needs to stay vigilant,” Zoe said seriously.

Wade sighed. "I will."

……

When Vader woke up in the morning, he first waved his wand and checked the time.

Golden text appeared: 【07:00am】.

It was Friday, and they didn't have classes in the morning, so most students wouldn't get up early. As Wade walked through the common room, only two fifth-graders were sitting in front of the fireplace reading.

—Poor high school senior.

Wade felt a pang of sympathy.

He conjured a ball of blue flame with his wand and put it in a bottle. Carrying it with him would keep him warm even when he was outdoors.

Tomorrow, Wade will be leaving school by train. He decided to go to the library after breakfast and borrow as many books as possible so that he wouldn't waste his time when he got home.

After spending the morning in the library, when Wade returned to the auditorium, he found Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick there, busy setting up Christmas decorations, and immediately went to help.

“Ah, Wade, thank you,” Professor Flitwick said happily. “We’re going to hang all those ribbons on the wall.”

The group busied themselves with their wands, hanging bright garlands on the wall, and setting up twelve towering Christmas trees on either side. Hundreds of candles lined up and, under Professor Flitwick's direction, coiled around the trees, burning quietly. Golden bubbles even sprayed from the tip of his wand, hanging from the branches.

Professor McGonagall gently tapped the ice crystals hanging from the branches with her wand, turning some of them into sparkling little animals or bells. Her effortless transformations drew admiring glances from the students in the auditorium.

More students came to help, fully utilizing their creativity. Some conjured golden stars, some created proud deer, and others made several sleighs run in the air above the auditorium, demonstrating impressive magical skills and earning the two professors many points for the academy.

Of course, there were also cases of failed transformations. A Slytherin boy originally just wanted to make a few candles, but he didn't expect that the spell would go wrong and the tip of his wand would suddenly explode, turning his whole face black and making everyone laugh.

Soon, the auditorium was completely renovated. Michael, who had come downstairs for dinner, said hesitantly, "You know, Wade, I miss my family. But—"

He nudged the branch with his finger, and the hamster hanging on it immediately squeaked.

"Christmas at Hogwarts seems like a lot of fun..."

He seemed very eager to stay.

“Wade, Michael, it’s good that you’re both here.” West, the sixth-grade prefect, strode over, pulled out two pieces of paper, and handed them to them: “Here, sign this.”

Michael took it: "A 'No Magic Use During Holidays' Notice? Why do I have to sign this? I'm a wizard!"

“Yes—underage wizards.” West nodded perfunctorily and urged, “Hurry up, I still need to find Anthony and the others.”

Wade looked down at the notice—

According to the "Law on Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards," underage wizards must observe the following prohibitions during holidays:

First, wizards under the age of seventeen are considered minors and are prohibited from using magic outside of school.

Second, underage wizards should consciously abide by and uphold the "Secrecy Law of the International Wizarding Federation". It is a serious violation for underage wizards to know about any magical activities that may attract the attention of non-magical members (Muggles).

Third, knowingly using magic in front of Muggles is a crime and will result in a warning from the Ministry of Magic; in serious cases, it can lead to expulsion...

There are seven or eight more prohibitions, but they all boil down to one thing—no magic can be used, and no information about the wizarding world can be revealed to Muggles.

Vader had read in books about the history of magic that Muggles had been hunting wizards on a large scale since the 15th century. Although wizards were often more powerful individually, their social structure was completely decentralized. Wizards relied on the Muggle world for everything except transportation, which meant they were often exposed.

For over two centuries, many wizards were persecuted to death by Muggles. Wizards' children, in particular, were easily targeted because they couldn't control their magic, leading to arrest, imprisonment, or even being burned at the stake. To protect the wizarding community, the Statute of Secrecy was established in 1692 and remains strictly enforced to this day, serving as an ironclad rule in the wizarding world.

Of course, the wizarding books only record the persecution of wizards by Muggles, but do not record the reasons for the sudden deterioration of the relationship between the two sides, nor do they record the wizards' counterattacks and revenge against Muggles.

Nowadays, perhaps to ease the hatred between Muggles and wizards and avoid escalating the conflict, their textbook "History of Magic" is vague about this period of history, focusing instead on the deeds of the eccentric Wendell, a very strange and powerful witch who enjoyed being tied to a stake and burned, and deliberately changed her appearance to be captured forty-seven times.

In *A History of Magic*, this specific example is used to prove that the practice of burning witches at the stake is completely nonsense. However, in reality, many witches were indeed tied to stakes and burned to death.

Of course, there were actually far more ordinary women who were wrongly accused of being witches and burned at the stake, or rather, the vast majority of them were.

Wade looked at the notice—a seemingly ordinary parchment with complex magical runes. Urged by West, he didn't have much time to study it and could only pick up his pen and sign his name.

As he signed, Wade felt something invisible, like a contract, wrap around him.

"Don't think you can secretly use magic at home," West warned finally. "Underage wizards all have traces on them, and if they use magic, the Ministry of Magic will immediately find out. Every year, two or three idiots receive warning letters from the Ministry of Magic, and I hope you won't be one of them."

Chapter 47 Gifts and Friends' Account

Chapter 47 Gifts - Book of Friends

School time is heartbreakingly short; almost in the blink of an eye, it's time to leave school.

As the first-year students lined up and followed Hagrid away, the few who had chosen to stay stood by the window, watching them with envy. But in truth, Vader was also envious of these students—they could stay at school freely for two weeks, practically have the library and Potions classroom to themselves, and ask the professors questions at any time, almost like one-on-one tutoring.