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

"No."

“Strange…” Zabini couldn’t understand. Did they really have no guard up at all?

"Hmph, just as I thought, a Ravenclaw nerd!" Malfoy said dismissively, giving his final instructions: "Remember what we agreed on—first the dung bomb, then the scabies potion, and I'll use the Leg-Locking Charm to restrain him. Crabbe, Goyle, you two go grab him, and Nott, remember to grab the wand!"

Crabbe and Gore both responded, and Nott looked at the dung bomb in his hand, his face suddenly turning a little green.

—When he was stealing the wand, he wouldn't have gotten this thing on him, would he?

Looking at the cramped space by the door, Nott felt uncertain.

He started thinking about putting the dung bomb back... or exchanging it with Goyle? His size, twice that of others, would surely block most of it...

Just as Nott hesitated, he suddenly heard someone whisper, "Expulso!"

"what?"

An invisible wind suddenly whipped up sand and pebbles, swirling and howling through the classroom. Before Nott could speak, he swallowed a mouthful of sand. Everyone screamed in unison, then began rubbing their eyes.

"He's at the door!" Malfoy covered his mouth with his sleeve, forcing himself to shout, "Throw the dung bomb! Throw the dung bomb now!"

A sound came from the doorway. Before Nott could figure it out, he threw the dung bomb out forcefully.

"boom!"

The dung bomb hit an ugly head and exploded, spraying the entire classroom with foul-smelling substances.

A huge cockroach crawled in through the doorway.

Looking at that face that made him lose all reason, Nott belatedly realized that the voice he had just heard seemed to say, "Engorgio (enlarge quickly)."

The boy, terrified and with his mind blank, was pinned down by the giant cockroach without any resistance.

Immediately afterwards, one, two, three... a total of five or six spiders, also magnified to the size of hunting dogs, crawled in from behind the cockroach.

"Ahhhh-"

The students in the Potions classroom screamed wildly and began to flee in a panic. Malfoy leaped onto the table to try and open the window, only to find it locked by a spell.

—They did it themselves.

"Alohom—" Before he could finish chanting the unlocking spell, a claw hooked his clothes from behind, dragging him backward.

No—no—let me go—

"Mother--"

"Help me—"

The classroom was filled with the terrified screams of the students. The insects, which had been afflicted by the Confusion Charm, didn't do anything to them, but just close contact was enough to scare them so much that they almost wet their pants.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

Chapter 91 Solution

Wade froze, stepping into the messy classroom, carefully treading on areas uncontaminated by the feces bomb. Then he restored the cockroaches and spiders to their original size, watching the helpful insects scurry into the cracks in the corners of the walls.

Looking up, he saw that some people even looked at him with gratitude.

Wade was speechless for a moment.

Looking around, the ground, the walls, and even Malfoy and the others were covered in the "remnants" of the dung bombs; broken glass shards emitted thick green smoke, and the ground was being corroded by something, making a hissing sound.

The Slytherins were petrified in various struggling postures; some were crying with snot and tears streaming down their faces, some were staring blankly in terror, and some were covered in horrible, red, swollen scabies all over their bodies, looking like they were in great pain. Only Daphne in the corner was slightly better off; she was unharmed, but she was also terrified, with a few spider webs still stuck to her body.

A question arose in Vader's mind—that's it?

He thought Malfoy had prepared a trap, which was why he dared to come back to cause trouble after suffering a loss last time. He didn't expect that Malfoy just wanted to ambush him with his superior numbers.

Vader thought about himself—he had prepared more than a dozen spells and practiced five different combinations. In order to successfully cast the spells in the shortest amount of time and to be able to attack while in action, he had secretly practiced for a long time in the Room of Requirement.

The Room of Requirement only provided wooden targets, so to train himself, Vader found various small insects as sparring partners. "Grow bigger quickly" was one of his frequently used spells during this period. Of course, spiders and cockroaches were a bit too much of a challenge to his sanity, and Vader himself couldn't handle them. He usually found emerald green mantises with two large swords.

At this moment, for Wade, it felt like he had just greeted his opponents, and they had all fallen down, wailing pitifully in a "car bumper scam" pose...

It made his previous thorough preparations seem somewhat unnecessary.

“Scourgify!”

Vader waved his wand, and the green liquid and the dung bomb vanished, leaving only a lingering stench. He then used the Summoning Charm to collect everyone's wands, thus breaking the petrification curse.

A loud cry and scream suddenly erupted in the classroom.

"Stop arguing!" Wade said, frowning.

In an instant, all the sounds disappeared.

Wade walked towards Malfoy. The blond boy turned pale with fright, kicking his legs and pulling back as fast as he could, screaming, "Y-you-you...don't come any closer—"

Vader pressed the wand he had taken down against the man's shoulder, half-squatting down and looking intently into his eyes: "Do you know? If you were my enemies, I would break your wands right now."

Malfoy froze, and after a long pause, he stammered, trembling, "You...you can't..."

For wizards, their wand is almost an extension of their being; some adult wizards cannot even cast simple spells without it. While a damaged wand can be replaced, generally speaking, the wand chosen in childhood and accompanying the wizard throughout their life is the most suitable and loyal. The vast majority of wizards' wands accompany them to the end of their lives, and are then buried with them in their graves.

These are partners from birth to death.

In the classroom, someone let out a sob.

“Of course I wouldn’t do that.” Wade saw Malfoy’s relieved expression and continued, “But it’s not because of who your father is, or who your grandfather is—it has nothing to do with any of that. It’s just because we’re classmates, and we should get along well…you agree, right?”

Malfoy: "..."

—Look at the bumps on my body, smell the stench on me. Do you know that spider almost ate me? Do you know what it feels like to be hugged by a spider's legs? Is this what you call friendly coexistence?

“—Yes.” Young Master Malfoy said softly, bowing his head.

"Thank you, it's so good that you understand—after all, I just want to focus on my studies and don't like causing trouble."

Wade wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but when he remembered that these people were covered in dung bombs, he lowered his hand.

Malfoy, on the other hand, felt his heart pounding and constricting with each movement, and a dull pain began to throb in his chest. Hearing Wade's words, he almost burst into tears.

Is this devilish guy really the Ravenclaw he knows? Who is the real Slytherin?

"Also, could you please stop bullying my partner in the future? Stop using those underhanded tactics... or I'll be very—very—angry! I'm the kind of person who always gets revenge." Wade said very sincerely, "If you think you can ignore my warning, you'd better defeat me first—I personally welcome any fair and square challenge."

Seeing that Malfoy was just staring at him blankly without reacting, and that no one else was saying a word, Wade, who had been talking to himself, began to feel a little awkward. He put down the Slytherins' wands and turned to leave. Just before leaving, he suddenly turned back.

Malfoy, who had just touched his wand, dropped it with a "thud." Nott quickly hid behind Goyle, and everyone else was startled.

“Don’t be so tense. I just wanted to ask—” Wade asked, “You’re not going to tell the professor—that you were scared to tears by spiders and cockroaches? There’s a big difference between something embarrassing that only one person knows and being laughed at by the whole school… Don’t you think so?”

Everyone's expression froze.

Especially Malfoy, who had mentally prepared himself for this countless times—tell the professor…tell his father…break your wand…get this bastard expelled…

As if hearing his thoughts, Wade smiled gently and said, "—It's just a joke with a classmate using an amplification spell, you won't get expelled. We still have more than six years to spend together! Let's put the previous misunderstanding behind us and get along well from now on—okay?"

Everyone understood his threat and nodded stiffly.

Wade laughed: "Very well—it's settled then."

……

Not long after Wade left the Potions classroom, he saw Michael and Padma peeking around the corner. Seeing him approach, the two jumped out from the corner and looked him over.

"Are you alright?" Padma asked hurriedly. "I just heard a lot of screams coming from inside."

“It’s okay, I didn’t lose out,” Wade said.

"Cool! All solved?" Michael said excitedly. "Let's go—someone tried to go check, but we stopped them. I wonder if they'll bring Professor Snape over."

The three hurried away down the corridor, and a large pair of eyes appeared around the corner.

Wade turned around, blinked, and put his right hand behind his back, making an "OK" sign.

Mackey the elf grinned and extended a slender finger in response with an "OK." He then hid in the shadows, his large ears twitching as he listened to the Slytherins' movements.

Chapter 92 Change, Learning

Just as Wade had predicted, the Slytherins did not complain to the professor.

Seven or eight Slytherins ambushed a Ravenclaw of the same age, but not only did they lose, they were also scared into crying—even Malfoy, who always talks about "my father," wouldn't want others to know about such a shameful thing.

After Wade left that day, the group helped each other to the school infirmary for treatment, claiming that they had accidentally caused an explosion while practicing potions in private. Such mistakes were common among students, but it was still outrageous that so many students were injured. Madam Pomfrey believed that Professor Snape had failed in his supervisory responsibilities and complained for a full half hour.

Upon hearing that many students in his college had been injured, Snape rushed to the school infirmary, only to hear Mrs. Pomfrey's complaining voice before he even entered.

A completely bewildered Snape: "..."

He knew nothing about the situation and thought it was really his responsibility, so he could only stand at the door with a gloomy face and take the scolding.

After all, when Snape was a student at Hogwarts, Madam Pomfrey was already the school nurse. He often clashed with James Potter's group of four and was frequently injured, receiving a lot of care from Madam Pomfrey. Now, Snape can even argue with Dumbledore, but he always restrains his temper in front of this lady.

Although he didn't say a word, his cold gaze swept over each of their faces. Snape could tell at a glance that the patches of redness and swelling on their bodies were caused by the failed scabies potion, but they had been in Potions class for more than half a year, who could still make such a basic mistake?

If it were Neville Longbottom of Gryffindor, or Seamus Finnigan, the "explosive little devil," then there would be a better chance.

After Madam Pomfrey went to attend to the other students, Snape went over and asked, "What's going on?"

Malfoy, his face covered in medicine, hung his head, his expression unreadable, and said in a low voice, "It was my own carelessness, Professor."

Snape narrowed his eyes.