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

But Wade had already looked at someone else—

A pale-faced young man with a purple scarf wrapped around his head tentatively approached Harry Potter. He looked very nervous and stammered, as if he were easily startled.

Seeing this, Fiona kindly made way for him so that he could shake hands with the "famous" Harry Potter.

In Wade's eyes, the young man also had two almost overlapping names above his head—

Quirinas Quirrell

Tom Riddle

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"Wow, wizards don't seem to be any different from ordinary people! They even have idol worship!"

Fiona was very excited when she came back, and Wade didn't understand what she was so excited about.

“Is that kid a child star in the wizarding world? Everyone seems to know him,” Fiona said.

"Judging from his age, he should be Wade's classmate."

Ferdinand was not swayed by the crowd's enthusiasm; he saw more: "However, the child looked somewhat malnourished, and his clothes didn't fit him well; he didn't seem to be being treated properly by his guardian."

"Hmm? That's unlikely, isn't it?" Fiona guessed. "The clothes... I guess it's a trend in the wizarding world? These wizards don't seem to know much about how ordinary people dress."

“Hmm…maybe.” Ferdinand looked at his son: “Wade, we just saw a Hogwarts professor, the young man with the purple hood. You should have come and met him beforehand.”

"Forget it, that professor doesn't seem very reliable," Wade said, uninterested.

Ferdinand thought for a moment and found it difficult to refute—because he also doubted the professor's competence, since he himself seemed unable to fluently speak a complete sentence.

"Alright, we've eaten enough!" Fiona pushed the plate aside, pretending not to see that most of the lunch was still left, and said enthusiastically, "Let's continue shopping!"

How could a fleeting visit to the wondrous Diagon Alley satisfy their curiosity about the magical world?

Chapter 4 The Station of Nine and Three-Quarters

Back in Diagon Alley, it was just as lively as it had been in the morning, but without the serious Professor McGonagall, the Greys were much more relaxed, and shopping became more enjoyable.

The Greys visited almost every shop meticulously—except for one that sold animal organs and eyeballs. The moment they entered, they saw a huge, rolling eyeball, and Fiona screamed and ran out in fright.

Ferdinand bought some exquisite magical artifacts, such as a broom that sweeps automatically, a golden bird that can fly around, and a talking wizard chess set. When paying, he repeatedly confirmed with the shopkeeper that these items were absolutely free of any "dangerous" or "harmful" magic.

Wade spent over an hour in the bookstore; he had so many books he wanted to buy. But considering that there was only a month left before school started, and that Hogwarts would definitely have even more books, he ultimately only picked out a few that he really wanted—"Common Spells and Counters," "The Healing Manual," and "An Easy Introduction to Ancient Runes."

He also bought two self-writing quills, but the shop assistant warned him that these quills were not suitable for doing homework because they meticulously wrote down every thought in the owner's mind on parchment, and even someone who had practiced writing might accidentally write something that would make them feel ashamed.

As Vader walked out of the bookstore with his new book in his arms, he saw his parents sitting next to an ice cream stall on the street eating ice cream. Ferdinand was also carrying a golden owl cage, inside which sat a particularly strong-looking little creature, drawing circles with its head.

"Dad, did you buy another owl?" Wade asked.

“That’s right,” Ferdinand chuckled. “Considering you’ll definitely be taking your owl to school, what if your mother and I want to send you a letter? We heard that Muggle post offices can’t deliver letters to Hogwarts, so we bought one too. By the way, his name is General Bard, and he’s a very imposing young man.”

Wade bent down and greeted him, "Hello, General Bud."

General Bud opened his mouth and yawned.

“Look, I bought a little guy too.” Fiona came over, opened her hand, and a small white hamster nestled in her palm, looking very docile.

"Isn't she adorable?" Fiona said with a surprised tone, "I've discovered that the pets in the wizarding world seem to be much smarter than ordinary animals, perhaps because they've taken some kind of intelligence pill! She's not afraid of people at all, and she seems to understand my commands."

“They’re cute, but Mom, aren’t hamsters on the owl’s menu?” Wade asked.

He only learned that owls mainly eat rodents, birds, fish, or insects after buying the owl and then, on the clerk's recommendation, also buying owl food. In short, they are carnivores. Thinking back to the handful of pine nuts he had caught for the school owls, Wade felt a pang of guilt.

“It’s alright, your father will take good care of his owl! Oh, by the way, this is Miss Million.” Fiona said seriously, “Wade, you should give your owl a name too!”

“Hmm…” Wade’s gaze swept across the area and he happened to see an Event stationery store. The first few letters of the name, 【EVA】, shone brightly in the sunlight and were very eye-catching.

"Let's call her Ava," he said casually.

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The Grey family lingered in Diagon Alley for several days. Ferdinand was already able to discuss Quidditch matches and various models of Nimbus 2000s with others without any problems, while Fiona had bought her hamster, Miss Millyon, a complete set of miniature furniture [with an automatic cleaning spell], as well as various little dresses, wizard robes, hats, and rainbow-colored socks.

Of course, as parents of new students at Hogwarts, they signed a confidentiality agreement with Professor McGonagall on the first day, promising not to tell any non-magical people about the magical world, and to fulfill their obligation to safeguard magical items from entering the Muggle world.

A month passed quickly. On the morning of September 1st, Fiona checked Wade's suitcase again, making sure he had packed everything he needed—from nail clippers and ear picks to autumn and winter clothes. Ferdinand drove him to King's Cross Station.

Platform 9¾, the starting point of the magical journey, looks like just an ordinary partition wall from the outside.

Wade pushed the suitcase, with an owl cage on the cart, and walked to the front of the wall. He turned back and saw his parents smiling and waving at him.

Wade smiled and waved, then turned and dashed over the wall in one breath.

Fiona covered her mouth and suddenly let out a sob.

Ferdinand put his arm around her shoulder and sighed, "If only we could go to the platform to see him off—"

“Don’t tell him—I don’t want to upset Wade,” Fiona sobbed. “Going to school—it should be a happy occasion—”

Ferdinand patted her gently, comforting her, "Don't worry, I've heard a lot of news these past few days—the wizarding world is very peaceful now, and Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of our time, is their headmaster. Wade will be fine at school."

"I'm sorry—"

A timid voice sounded from the side. Ferdinand looked down and immediately recognized the boy in front of him.

“You are—Harry Potter?!” he exclaimed in surprise.

“Yes, it was me.” Harry awkwardly brushed a strand of hair from his forehead to hide his scar. He had forgotten that he had seen the couple at the Leaky Cauldron—mainly because so many people had shaken his hand then, and the pub was dimly lit. Now, with a hint of joy, he cautiously asked, “I heard you talking about Hogwarts… I mean—I’m not quite sure how to get there—”

"Oh." Ferdinand suddenly realized, "See that wall? Just push the box straight over it. If you're scared, just close your eyes. Don't worry about bumping into it."

This wasn't something Professor McGonagall told them; Ferdinand had heard it from his parents when he was a child. At that time, he hadn't been confirmed as a Squib, and his parents told him many little stories about the wizarding world. But later, they never mentioned those things again.

"Oh, okay—"

Harry was somewhat incredulous. He tentatively observed the couple's expressions—they seemed kind, but he wondered if they were mocking him…

Seeing that the other person was looking at him with encouraging eyes, as if waiting to see him through the wall, Harry, too embarrassed to ask anyone else, gritted his teeth, pushed his suitcase and walked over, not very fast.

Stop when you hit a wall... It's no big deal if you get laughed at...

The boy thought this anxiously, but the expected obstacle never came. Suddenly, he was surrounded by a buzzing sound of voices, and what appeared before his eyes was—

It was a huge, deep red train with tracks that stretched into the distance with no end in sight.

Chapter 5 On the train

While Harry struggled through the crowded streets, dragging his heavy suitcase, Wade had already found an empty cubicle to sit down. Taking advantage of the quiet moment, he changed into his school robes and took out "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" to start reading.

Over the course of a month, Wade had skimmed through all the books he had bought, and in terms of content, *Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them* was his favorite. Of course, this fondness might also have been partly due to the author—Newt Scamander, the author of this book, is the protagonist of another Harry Potter film series, and he has a deep love for all kinds of magical creatures, as well as a magical box that Wade greatly envies.

After a while, the cubicle door suddenly opened, and a little girl with brown hair stood in the doorway, looked around, and asked with her chin raised, "Excuse me, are there any other people coming in?"

Wade glanced at her rather prominent front teeth and said, "No."

"Oh."

The little girl dragged her suitcase in, sat down, looked up, and said, "Hello, I'm Hermione, Hermione Granger."

Wade put down his book, reached out his hand, and said, "Wade Gray."

"You're reading *Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them*? So you're a freshman this year? Me too! By the way, I've memorized the entire book, and of course, the other textbooks as well." Hermione rattled off a string of words, tinged with a hint of pride. "Oh, and I've also practiced a few simple spells, and they all worked. Like this—[Fluorescent Blink]!"

A soft glow shone from the tip of her wand.

“Although I haven’t memorized the textbook, well—” Vader also drew his wand: “Fluorescent Blink!”

Two tiny bulb-like lights shone brightly against each other, as if proof of their kind. Hermione grinned, a hint of longing in her voice, and whispered, "It's amazing, isn't it?"

Wade nodded silently.

Hermione suddenly remembered something and quickly explained, "Oh, I'm a normal person... a Muggle. Nobody in my family knows magic. These kinds of tricks must be commonplace for you, right?"

Wade said, "No, my parents don't know magic either."

“Then we can help each other at school,” Hermione said happily. “I mean—kids from wizarding families must have learned a lot of magic from their parents since they were little, right? I don’t want to be the worst student.”

“No need to worry about that.” Wade couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m sure not many people can memorize the textbook. You might be the only one. That’s really impressive, Miss Granger.”

"Well, actually... well... I mean, some of the content is quite difficult, and there are some spells I haven't dared to try at home because the book says that mispronouncing a spell can have terrible consequences," Hermione stammered, blushing.

Just as she was feeling embarrassed, the cubicle door opened again. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and immediately looked towards the doorway.

A round-faced boy stood hesitantly in the doorway and stammered, "Excuse me, may I sit here?"

“Of course, please come in!” Hermione said warmly first.

The boy awkwardly put the box down, sat down, and nervously twisted his fingers, as if he rarely interacted with others.

Hermione spoke first: “Hello. I’m Hermione Granger, and this is Wade Grey. We’re both freshmen this year—what’s your name?”

“Neville,” he said. “My name is Neville Longbottom. Uh, I’m a freshman too.”

"Oh, you're also from a non-magical family?" Hermione asked curiously.

Neville lowered his head: "No... my parents are both wizards."

"Then you must have a lot of magic?" Hermione said. "I only know a few simple spells like [Fluorescent Blink] and [Restore], but I'm still not sure about the Petrification Charm. Should it be Petri-ficus Tota-lus or Petrifi-cus Tota-lus?"

Neville looked bewildered: "Pe-Petri what?"

Hermione blinked, as if she didn't understand what he was asking.