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

“Marchioni’s words make sense, but if they make you feel uncomfortable, then you don’t need to follow his example,” Professor Morrie suddenly said. “Blindly imitating others will only make you lose your own judgment. Just be yourself—a lone star is naturally lonely, but if you are the sun, you will naturally have stars surrounding you.”

“Well, maybe you’re right, Professor.” Marchionne shrugged. “But I always think there’s nothing wrong with getting along with most people.”

“You’ve been thinking about how to make money all day since first grade, but Wade isn’t a businessman, he’s an alchemist—enjoying solitude, pursuing the unknown, and being accompanied by knowledge. That’s the character of an alchemist! Don’t pollute my student with your unscrupulous business acumen,” Professor Morrie said, clearly displeased.

“Hey, that’s slander, Professor!” Marchionne protested, immediately giving an example: “If I were really willing to do anything to make money, I should have had the tech department adjust the usage period of the Friends Book to one year, so users would have to buy a new one every year, and then Galleons would be truly inexhaustible! But I didn’t do that, which is enough to prove that even when I’m doing business, I have noble morals!”

"But you must have thought about it, right? Otherwise you wouldn't have blurted out such a vicious idea."

"—Thinking about it won't break the law."

……

Their next stop was Gringotts.

It was already evening, and there were fewer wizards strolling around Diagon Alley. Instead, some furtive figures dressed in black robes began to appear, and they almost all went into a dark, gloomy alley.

"Don't look that way! That's Knockover Alley, the place dark wizards love to hang out in."

Marchionne blocked Vader's view, and with a sweep of his wide-sleeved arm, he almost completely obscured Vader, while Professor Mori walked on his other side.

The group arrived at Gringotts without incident, and a goblin standing near the entrance bowed to them.

Good evening, gentlemen.

“Good evening.” Marchionne gestured and said, “Mr. Wade Gray needs to rent a new vault.”

“Wade Gray?” The goblin looked up at Wade, who was only half a head taller than him, and without questioning his age, nodded and said, “Okay, I understand—which type of vault do you want to rent?”

"Please introduce the types and prices to Mr. Gray first."

"Please come this way—"

Vader followed the goblin and Machione to complete the vault paperwork, while Professor Mori approached another goblin who was sitting on a high stool writing.

"Long time no see, pull ring."

"Hello, Professor Morrie, is there anything I can do for you?" the fairy named Pull Ring asked respectfully.

“I need to take something from my vault,” Professor Morrie said, showing him the keys.

"Okay, please wait a moment—I'll get the Doraemon toy."

The fairies imprison a fire dragon in their underground vault to deal with those with ill intentions. The Doraemon discs allow the fairies and their customers to travel safely through the vault.

Wade rode in the legendary little cart for the first time, which Michael had described to him as something that felt like it was going to shake your head off.

The stroller looked narrow and small, quite rudimentary, but even with two adults, a child, and two fairies sitting inside, it wasn't crowded. A pull of the handle connected to the front of the stroller sent it clattering along.

"Close your eyes and don't open your mouth!" Marchionni shouted to Wade as quickly as possible.

Wade didn't ask any stupid questions; he immediately did as instructed.

The cart slid down the steep slope, its speed increasing, and the icy wind could be heard whistling past them. The path in the middle must have been particularly winding and twisting, as their bodies swayed involuntarily from side to side, as if they were about to be thrown off. Fortunately, he kept his eyes closed, which greatly reduced the dizziness. Machioni's arm was firmly wedged in front of his chest, like a safety lever.

After what seemed like an eternity, the cart finally came to a stop. By then, everyone was deathly pale, and it took them a while to catch their breath, clinging to the railing, before Wade and Machione were able to climb out of the cart.

As for Professor Morrie, he still needed to go down to his vault to retrieve something.

"Alright, let's go." Pull the handle and once again moved the lever on the cart.

Another fairy named Kule stood by the roadside, a sign reading "317" hanging on the vault door beside him. He held the bronze key in his slender fingers, inserted it into the lock, and turned it a few times. Suddenly, the chains seemed to come alive and crawled outwards, and the vault door swung open.

Wade stood at the door and looked inside. The empty vault was like a huge cave, without even a weed in it.

“This will be your vault from now on, Mr. Wade Gray.” Kuller handed him the key and said, “Please keep your key safe.”

Wade took the key, which had a thin silver chain attached to it, just big enough for him to hang around his neck.

“A bit empty, isn’t it?” Marchionne said with a smile, then signed a document and handed it to Kuller: “Transfer 50,000 Galleons from my vault to vault number 317.”

Kuller took it expressionlessly and said, "Okay, please wait a moment."

It seemed like only a few breaths had passed when a clanging sound suddenly rang in his ears. As Vader searched for the source of the sound, he suddenly saw thousands upon thousands of Galleons raining down from the sky, like a torrential downpour into a vault. They clattered and thudded onto the ground, forming a small golden hill that shimmered dazzlingly in the torchlight.

Marchionne laughed, "One day, this place will be piled high with Galleons, won't it?"

Chapter 57 Rewards and Trials

"Mr. Kuller, can you just take the Galon from your vault?"

While waiting for Professor Mori in the hall, Wade quietly asked Marchionne.

“Don’t worry.” Marchionne knew what he was thinking and whispered back, “Gods—they can put Galleons in the vault, but they can’t just take them—unless they have the vault owner’s authorization. The Ministry of Magic made a pact with the goblins a long time ago—a very old and powerful pact. It’s because the goblins would never steal from the vault that people are used to storing their valuables in Gringotts.”

“But I heard that Gringotts was broken into this summer?” Wade recalled a news report he had heard someone mention before.

"Yes, that's true."

Upon hearing Wade's words, the goblin Ragnarok, who was leading Professor Morrie over, immediately emphasized, "But he didn't steal anything, and Gringotts remains the safest place in the wizarding world."

Professor Morrie, who went to retrieve his items, returned empty-handed. Marchionne didn't ask any further questions. After leaving Gringotts, he said to the two of them, "I'm sorry, Professor, Wade, I need to arrange for the new products to be put on the shelves as soon as possible. There are only a few days left before the start of the semester, and there's still a lot of business to coordinate!"

Professor Morrie nodded: "Go ahead and get busy, Marchionne."

"See you next time, Mr. Marchionne," Wade said in return.

Marchionne, with one hand pressing down on his hat, bowed slightly and hurried away. Vader noticed that he seemed to be heading towards the Daily Prophet's office—although he had already thought about it several times in his mind, he couldn't help but say it again: "Mr. Marchionne is a man who really values ​​every second."

“When it comes to money, he’s always more proactive than anyone else,” Professor Morrie said as he led Wade down the steps. “But he’s an excellent businessman—I’m not saying he’s more honest than others, but he has a longer-term vision. He can spend years, even decades, building a foundation to gain greater profits.”

He looked at Wade with admiration and said, "If you were already in your thirties or forties and had just had a sudden inspiration to create the Book of Friends, then I would advise you to be careful—Marchioni might try every means to extract more benefits from you. But you are only eleven years old—"

He paused for a moment, then smiled inexplicably.

Wade guessed, "Wouldn't they be more easily deceived if they were younger?"

“No, Vader—” Professor Mori said with emotion, “Your young age is your current weakness, but it is also your strength—Marchionni, like me, believes in your potential and looks forward to your future success. Therefore, he will help you as much as possible now, devoting his time, resources, and energy, and is even willing to give up some extra benefits to support your growth, hoping that you can bring him greater returns in the future.”

Wade frowned slightly.

Professor Morrie didn't look down at him, but seemed to know what he was thinking, and said with a smile, "Unhappy? Do you think he's too materialistic?"

"—It's not exactly unhappiness." Wade didn't admit it, but said, "I understand that most relationships between people stem from being needed and used, but Mr. Marchionne is very enthusiastic…it's hard to accept that his inner considerations are so—"

He hesitated for a moment, unsure how to describe the contrast in a tactful way.

Professor Murray smiled and said, "—Cold-blooded? Overly focused on practical interests?"

Wade nodded silently.

Professor Murray said, "Wade, the most terrifying thing in this world is not being used—because being used is also a recognition of your talent and value. A person with absolutely no value is pathetic, like a speck of dust, whose existence or disappearance goes unnoticed. So don't be afraid or disgusted by the idea that others want to use you. You must learn to utilize your talents and overcome obstacles in such relationships of mutual benefit, using this resource to promote your own growth. But you must always be careful to keep a clear head and protect your own interests. Don't become someone else's tool; become your own master."

He looked down and saw the boy's gray eyes looking at him intently. Although the boy didn't speak, Mori knew that the child would remember his words and study them carefully.

A complex current was surging within him.

On the one hand, Terence Murray has a sense of satisfaction and pride in sharing his wisdom and experience, watching his students grow from ignorance to knowledge, from naivety to maturity;

On the other hand, he felt that he was transmitting the cruelty, ruthlessness and complexity of adult society to innocent children, and worried that the children would go astray due to the negative influence. He suddenly felt a little regretful and guilty.

Professor Morrie then changed the subject, saying in a relaxed tone, "However—these are all too far off for you to consider right now. Just remember not to make any promises lightly—and if you don't know what to do, feel free to come to me."

Professor Murray made a promise he would never normally make.

“Thank you, Professor.” Wade looked up and asked, “You have helped me so much since we met, and I am truly grateful—how can I ever repay you?”

"Then please continue to maintain your enthusiasm for learning and your relentless desire to explore the unknown," Professor Murray said with a smile. "What could be a better reward for a professor than seeing the fruits of their hard work?"

……

Professor Morrie once again used the Floo Network to send Wade home. However, since the Floo Network Authority's acquaintance had already gone home, they couldn't temporarily connect the Grey family's fireplace to the network. They had to Floo to the vicinity first and then walk there slowly.

"professor?"

"Ok?"

"I heard that Apparition can instantly teleport you to another place?" Vader asked, brushing the soot off his hair. "Why do we need FlooNet?"

"Apparition is not a suitable way to travel with children," Professor Murray said gently. "It is a sophisticated and dangerous magic that can have disastrous consequences if one is not careful, and children are especially vulnerable. So when there is no need to escape, we should choose a safer mode of transportation."

It was late when they got home. The Greys were anxiously watching from the doorway and the man by the fireplace. Fiona, who was standing by the window, saw the two people, one big and one small, slowly approaching. She cried out in surprise and rushed out of the room, lifting her skirt.

Professor Morrie stopped and looked at Wade with a smile, "Child, you've been through a lot today, you must be very tired. Although as a teacher I shouldn't say this, but—go home and get some rest, don't read tonight, okay?"

“Yes, Professor,” Wade said respectfully and gratefully.

Seeing that the two still had something to say, the Grays stopped at the door and waited for them to finish.

"Finally, since I am very satisfied with your first piece of work, I want to give you a small reward." Professor Morrie took a small box out of his pocket and handed it to Wade.

Wade immediately guessed that this was what he had specifically gone to Gringotts to retrieve—how valuable must something be for Professor Morrie to keep in his vault? He didn't know, but instinctively refused, saying, "No, Professor, I—"

“Don’t refuse, Wade.” Professor Morrie shoved the box into his hands without further ado, saying, “This is not just a reward, but a test—use it well, Wade.”

Chapter 58 Last Quarter Moon

“So—your parchment—” Ferdinand said, his face pale.

"The Book of Friends, my dear, it's the Book of Friends!"

Fiona corrected him with displeasure—how could her son's brilliant and great invention be simply referred to as "parchment"?

“Okay—Book of Friends—” Ferdinand corrected, staring intently at Vader: “Sold the patent—they gave you 50,000 Galleons—and there’s a steady stream of—patent royalties coming in?”