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

He raised his wand, and a moment later, a purple bus sprang out, and roadside trash cans nimbly jumped aside, startling Harry.

"Welcome aboard the Knight Bus, an emergency passenger service for witches or wizards in distress—"

The young man with protruding ears leaned out, and before he could finish his opening remarks, Vader had already tossed down a few Galleons and pushed Harry into the car.

"Glaring Farm, thank you. And—chocolate too."

"Okay, okay... You're like a regular customer now, aren't you?"

Stan Sampak put the Galon in his pocket and offered hot chocolate with a beaming smile.

Harry eagerly took a big gulp, and as the bittersweet aroma melted on his tongue, he felt his ravenous stomach finally relieved.

A new life seemed to be gradually unfolding before him.

Chapter 115 I am a werewolf

Upon arriving at the farm, Harry was immediately surrounded by everyone, and Steven had even prepared a sumptuous dinner for him.

"So, what exactly happened?"

After finishing his meal, Theo asked.

Harry, holding a glass of pumpkin juice, recounted his ordeal—at the very beginning of summer vacation, the Dursleys confiscated all his magical possessions.

But at that time, he was at least free to move around until he met a house-elf who called himself "Dobby".

He said terrible things would happen at Hogwarts and wouldn't let me go back.

Harry said in disbelief, still finding that day absurd.

"He said he would protect me, and to that end, he not only intercepted the letters you sent me, but also used a levitation charm to overturn the dinner Aunt Penny was preparing for her guests and ruined Uncle Vernon's business."

Under the concerned and anxious gazes of Hermione and the others, Harry tried his best to describe the matter in a lighthearted tone.

"Then I received a warning from the Ministry of Magic and was locked up... well, until Mr. Wade and Mr. Lupin came to rescue me."

“That’s very strange.” Theo frowned. “Without their master’s orders, house-elves should not act on their own, nor should they use magic.”

"Who could have done this?" Hermione asked, looking around.

“It must be Malfoy!” Harry said. “He hates me.”

The group discussed the various misdeeds of the Malfoys for a while, and Michael noticed that Wade had not offered any opinion.

After everyone started yawning, Wade said, "Go to sleep. The farm is under a spell; house-elves can't enter without permission."

Harry nodded, gradually beginning to agree with everyone's assessment—Dobby was sent by Malfoy to play a trick on him, and it would be foolish to take him seriously.

Everyone went back to their bedrooms, but Michael stayed behind.

“Wade,” he asked, “are you still thinking about that house-elf’s warning?”

"What do you think?" Wade asked.

Michael thought for a moment before saying, "I don't have any house-elves in my family, but I've heard my father say that... according to the nature of such creatures, all their actions should be driven by their masters."

“However…” Michael changed the subject and said, “I believe that nothing is absolute when it comes to things that have their own thoughts.”

"While it is rare for a house-elves to betray or even murder their masters, it does happen."

“But there’s nothing to worry about,” Michael said casually. “We still have Dumbledore!”

At this point, Michael's adoration for Dumbledore reached its peak.

Although he never said it, he spent most of last year living in fear, worried that the mysterious person would one day massacre the students.

But later events proved that the devil who had cast a shadow of terror over the British Isles was nothing more than a pawn on Dumbledore's chessboard.

What could be more terrifying than a mysterious figure?

“Yes,” Wade nodded. “Hopefully, nothing will happen at Hogwarts this year.”

Michael went to bed, and before going upstairs, he looked back once.

Wade sat by the window, flipping through the newspaper, with flickering candlelight beside him. The silvery moonlight bathed him, as if he were wearing a coat.

An owl streaks across the night sky.

Wade's gaze fell on an advertisement in the newspaper—

Gilderoy Lockhart will be signing and selling his autobiography, "The Magician," at Diagon Alley.

……

In his bedroom, despite being incredibly sleepy, Harry opened the long-forgotten Book of Friends.

This card connects him, Ron, and Hermione.

Harry received no birthday wishes and thought he had been forgotten by his friends, which made him extremely depressed.

But after Dobby appeared, Harry learned that they had actually sent him gifts, but those wretched house-elves had intercepted them, and he naturally regained his confidence.

Hermione was at Glaling Farm, and Harry felt he should let Ron know he was safe and sound, letting him know that it wasn't that he didn't want to contact them, but that he had no choice.

He had barely sent a greeting in the friend's book when Ron's messages started popping up one after another.

[Ron: Thank you, Merlin, you're still alive!]

[Ron: Why haven't you replied to my messages? I invited you twelve times, and Dad said you used magic in front of Muggles and received a warning from the Ministry of Magic...]

Ron: Are you alright? I'm going to steal my dad's car to pick you up; Fred and George will be coming too.

His handwriting was messy and he wrote very quickly; every time Harry tried to reply, Ron's next sentence would appear on the parchment.

Upon seeing the last sentence, he was startled and quickly replied:

Harry: No need.

Harry: I have left the Dursleys.

[Ron: What happened?]

Harry then had time to explain things to him slowly, and also told Ron about everyone's guesses.

Suddenly, he heard a few knocks on the bedroom window. He looked up and saw Hedwig staring at him intently from outside the window.

Harry opened the window, Hedwig strolled in, then placed a fresh, dead rat on the table and nudged it toward its owner with her paw.

"For me?"

Harry was both amused and exasperated: "Thank you, kind girl... but I don't eat mice, you can eat them yourself..."

……

Life on Graling Farm is very interesting.

The group followed Steven, learning to care for the swallowtail dog's puppies, rescuing the fairy entangled in vines, and watching the sea monster with its horse head and fish tail leisurely playing in the lake with its foal.

They collect Moonfox droppings in the early morning while walking through the dew, exchange food for the juice from the tentacles of the Motra rats, and leave chicken and fresh fish near the burrows of the cat-like creatures in the evening.

“It usually hunts for itself, but it’s nursing now,” Steven explained to them. “If there isn’t enough food, it might abandon one or two of its weak pups.”

The young wizards could occasionally find feathers shed by the Silent Bird in the grass, which were raw materials for making Truth Potion and Memory Potion, and could be sold for a good price. Steven generously stated that they could take whatever they found with them.

In the afternoons, when they had nothing to do, they would do their homework and practice spells in the living room, and sometimes they would ride brooms and fly around the farm.

Several days passed in the blink of an eye. The young wizards returned home via the Floo Network, and Lupin prepared a new house to welcome Harry away.

Before that, he confessed something: "Harry, Wade, I...I am a werewolf."

He didn't want to tell anyone about it, but after thinking it over, he decided he shouldn't hide it.

"Werewolves?" Harry asked, bewildered.

He wasn't unaware of werewolves, but he didn't really have a sense of how dangerous they were.

Wade nodded: "I know."

"you know?"

Lu Ping was first surprised, then gave a wry smile: "No wonder you never contacted me on the night of the full moon. I never even thought of it..."

He looked at Harry and explained, "I was bitten by a werewolf when I was a child, so I became a werewolf too."

“But I assure you, you will be safe. I will leave the house before the full moon each month. And I will continue to take the wolfsbane potion…”

With the job Vader gave him, he finally had enough money to buy the Wolfsbane Potion. It was a magical potion that allowed a werewolf to maintain his sanity even after transforming.

“Of course.” Lupin, worried that Harry might mind, quickly added, “Actually, you can also stay at Glaling Farm. I asked Mr. Morrie, and he would be happy for you to stay here until the start of the school year.”

“I’ll go with you.” Harry grasped his hand and said firmly, “I trust you won’t hurt me!”

He had longed for a place of his own for far too long. Even werewolves could not frighten or make him back down.

……

"Get ready, Wade." After a quiet day at the farm, Steven said happily, "We're going to visit Mr. Scamander tomorrow; I've already made an appointment with him."

Chapter 116 Visit

Newt Scamander and his family live in seclusion on a small hill in Dorset, in southern England.

The surrounding area is covered with soft, green grass, and from the doorway, you can see the Muggle village in the distance.