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

"How scary!" Wright grabbed her sleeve and burst into tears. "We were almost kidnapped by bad guys... Waaaaah..."

"Weren't you scared just now?" my cousin said helplessly. "Don't cry, I'll perform a magic trick for you, okay..."

While she was frantically trying to soothe the child, Theo quietly slipped out of the store.

He ran quickly to the alley, but he couldn't find Venal. Instead, he saw that the sorcerer had been given the antidote for the Water of Life and Death by his father and had woken up.

“Truth serum, three drops are enough.” Uncle Jason took out a small bottle: “It wasn’t easy for me to get this, don’t waste it.”

John pried open the wizard's mouth and poured in three drops of clear potion.

The wizard's struggles stopped immediately. He stared blankly at the sky, answering whatever was asked.

“Who are you?” John asked.

“I am Chad Brick, and I am…” His eyelids fluttered, and he whispered, “a werewolf.”

The expressions of the Mancini family members immediately changed.

During the war, it was common for children in the wizarding world to be kidnapped by werewolves and then infected and turned into werewolves themselves.

They are raised from childhood to fear and hate wizards, and when they grow up, they become part of the werewolf army, following Fenrir Greyback to attack wizards.

Some children who were bitten were left with their parents and would then turn into werewolves every month, attacking everyone around them indiscriminately.

This would undoubtedly be a devastating disaster for a family.

If the Mancini brothers were taken away by this werewolf, the outcome would be almost self-evident.

However, in recent years, such incidents have clearly become rare.

John took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and asked, "Then why did you target those two children? Do you have a grudge against the Mancini family?"

“No,” Chad Brick said in a flat tone, “I was in a bad mood, they just happened to bump into me, and my parents weren’t around…”

"You bastard!" John threw a punch, but his brother grabbed it.

"Who is that old witch? Do you have any other accomplices?" Jason asked relatively calmly.

"She called herself Ursula, and I met her in Knockturn Alley."

Chad Brick said, "I had no accomplices. She likes children's eyes and nails, and when she saw I took the two children, she wanted a share..."

“Filthy beast!” John Mancini couldn’t help but curse.

Theo stopped listening. He recalled the direction Wenner had initially walked and his attire, and suddenly something occurred to him.

There's a street in Diagon Alley that's entirely lined with secondhand shops.

Poor wizards often hunt for bargains there, occasionally finding something of great value, but mostly picking out the less bad items from the junk.

Theo ran over quickly and, sure enough, saw the gray-robed wizard's back in the distance. He was bending down to examine a pile of miscellaneous goods that the shopkeeper had displayed outside.

Theo ran over, then suddenly didn't know how to address him: "Um... Mr. Vernal..."

“You just went through something like that, and now you're running around everywhere again.” Wenner turned around and scolded, “Don’t you care about your own safety?”

Theo suddenly didn't want to pretend anymore. He squinted and said, "So, are you going to kidnap me too, esteemed Mr. Wenard? Or..."

His lips moved slightly, and he said silently:

[…Wade.]

Wade raised an eyebrow, not denying it. He looked down at his attire and asked, "Where else is there a flaw?"

Theo pointed to his sleeve and whispered, "I recognize your wand."

Wade sighed and said, "There's nothing I can do about it, because I haven't bought my second one yet."

Theo discovered that what Vader had just been looking at were just a few old wands that the shopkeeper had displayed in a wooden barrel, some of which even had their inner cores showing.

“You won’t find anything good here,” Theo said. “Come with me, I know where I can buy reliable secondhand wands.”

Chapter 123 Leslie's Grocery Store

Theo grew up in Diagon Alley and was familiar with most of the shops, except for places his parents forbade him to go, such as Knockover Alley.

Through constant exposure, even without consciously paying attention, he basically knew which shops offered good quality at low prices and which shop owners were cunning and treacherous.

“We call this place ‘Scrap Alley’ because everyone says it sells scrap metal.”

Theo said.

Diagon Alley was fairly clean and tidy, but this street was just like the rural market that Wade had seen before, with all sorts of things piled up on the roadside.

At first glance, it looks like a wide variety of goods. But upon closer inspection, most of them are things that have been thrown on the ground and no one has picked them up.

—Old, yellowed books, oddly shaped stones, roughly carved wood, a bald quill pen, a worn-out carpet, and a water jug.

Thanks to these things, the path left in the middle of the road became very narrow.

Theo led Wade through the maze of streets, sharing the wisdom he had learned from his elders:

“Uncle Jason told me that I can come here during the day, but not after six o’clock.”

“After dark, some thieves or werewolves will come to this place to sell their stolen goods.”

"And what's displayed outside is all trash; you wouldn't even pick it up for free because it takes up too much space. The real good stuff is all kept inside by the shop owner."

"However, many shop owners are opportunistic, and newcomers are easily ripped off on their first visit. In contrast, Boone Leslie is much better off."

“He always has clearly marked prices. They might be a little more expensive than others, but they are definitely worth the price, and he won’t try to trick you into spending a lot of money to buy some junk.”

They came to the depths of the alley, and Wade looked up to see the words "Leslie's Grocery Store" written on a wooden sign.

Theo pushed open the door and went inside. The bird-shaped wind chimes hanging by the door immediately started chirping, and in the blink of an eye, the entire shop lit up.

Dozens of magic candles were lit one by one from the entrance into the depths, illuminating the originally dim shop.

An old man in a wheelchair silently glided over.

His hair, a mess of white and black, was like a ball of steel wool squeezed together; his eyebrows were thick and black, very noticeable.

The green wizard's robes were faded from washing, and a pilling checkered blanket covered his knees. On the blanket sat a completely black cat.

“Mr. Leslie,” Theo said with a bright smile, “I brought a friend here to buy something.”

"Ah."

Leslie smiled and glanced at Wade: "Take a look around, the price is on the tag."

"Ok."

Wade nodded and walked into the store.

Behind them, Leslie was still chatting with Theo: "You little rascal, school's starting soon, isn't it?"

"Another week."

"Why did you come here today? Didn't that Mancini kid tell you not to wander around alone?"

"I'm not alone, I'm with Mr. Wenner! My brother and I were almost kidnapped by werewolves today, but Mr. Wenner saved me..."

Theo made no attempt to hide what had happened that morning.

Leslie's expression immediately turned serious: "What happened? Tell me in detail!"

Theo said, "It was in the morning..."

……

The goods in the grocery store were arranged very neatly, just like in a regular supermarket.

Rows of shelves stood tall, with price tags on the goods, some of which also had signs saying "Extremely dangerous, do not take without permission".

The prices are a bit higher than those in other secondhand stores, but much cheaper than those in Diagon Alley.

For example, a magic wand.

Ollivander sells wands to newcomers ranging from a few gallons to over ten gallons, while some adult wizards prefer their wands inlaid with gold and jade, making them even more expensive.

The wands at Leslie's shop are mostly around one or two Galleons. There's also a small area next to it for testing magical effects, with items like feathers, stones, and spiders.

These wands were covered in dust and showed obvious signs of use, but at least they were in good condition.

The wands displayed outside the secondhand shops, some even showing obvious signs of breakage and repair, cost only a few siscos.

Vader thought that if he used such a wand to cast a spell, it was uncertain whether the enemy would be hit, but the user might actually send himself to St. Mungo's.

Vader's own wand is made of poplar wood and unicorn hair.

Poplar wood is a wand that can be trusted, inclusive, and possesses a consistently powerful strength, requiring its owner to have a clear moral compass.

Unicorn hair produces the most stable magic and is the most loyal wand, but it is difficult to use with dark magic.

According to Michael—

If a stranger heard about the materials his wands were made of, he would surely assume he was an honest and loyal Hufflepuff.

Wade thought to himself, feeling frustrated, "If only the Sorting Hat could be understood this way too."

For Vader, his wand was like half his body, working seamlessly and effortlessly when casting spells.

Although Vader has now mastered some techniques for using magic without a wand, he is still most comfortable and his magic is more powerful when he is holding his own wand.

The premise is... that he uses orthodox spells, not curses, curses, or black magic.