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

The problem that had troubled Vader for so long was just basic magical knowledge to Newt.

He solved the problem with ease and even proposed improvements to make the transmission more stable and secure.

In the last few days of summer vacation, Wade finished the restoration design drawings for the vanishing cabinet at home. Now, it's time to verify if they are correct.

He stared intently at the vanishing cabinet, his eyes seemingly turning a faint gold deep within.

The tip of the wand also seemed to light up with a golden arc.

……

"What's wrong? Didn't you sleep well?"

Michael saw Wade yawn for the third time and couldn't help but ask.

"I'm a little tired," Wade said wearily.

Concentrating your mind and using your eyes, even if you sit still for a long time, consumes a lot of energy.

Fortunately, the vanishing cabinet has been repaired.

What Vader saw was that the magic rune circuits were smooth and natural, without any flaws.

All that's left is to conduct multiple experiments to ensure safety, after which we can truly come and go freely.

They walked across the lawn toward the greenhouse, and as they left the castle, they encountered Slytherin students who were also heading to the greenhouse.

Surrounded by his many companions, Draco Malfoy saw Wade and suddenly raised his voice:

"The Nimbus 2001 is currently the best flying broomstick. It's a much faster upgrade from the Nimbus 2000, and its defensive mechanisms are also better. It just came out last month..."

Pansy was always the most supportive one when Malfoy spoke.

She asked in a surprised voice, "That must be really expensive, Draco?"

“Of course!” Malfoy said boastfully. “My dad told them—we’re going to buy seven Nimbus 2001s—and everyone in the store was stunned.”

Seven brand-new flying brooms – even students from well-off families were surprised by this number.

Terry Boots of Ravenclaw, who was also on good terms with Slytherins, asked directly, "Malfoy, why are you buying so many brooms?"

“An interesting question, Boot.” Malfoy narrowed his eyes. “Guess why there are exactly seven?”

There's no need to guess.

"You've joined the team?" Butt asked in surprise.

Malfoy smiled mysteriously and said, "The flying broom shop doesn't have that many Nimbus 2001s. They're working overtime to finish them! They won't be able to send them to me until the weekend..."

Malfoy drawled, giving Wade a meaningful look as he walked behind the crowd, and said:

"I've heard that some people are still using decades-old relics! Comet 140, tsk tsk tsk... how pathetic. When my new broom arrives, I wouldn't mind letting him take a look at it."

Wade rode his broomstick up and down the Ravenclaw Tower every day and saw many students, so Malfoy naturally knew about it.

Sweeping 140 is the broom that Wade rides every day.

But Wade was still preoccupied with the Vanishing Cabinet and didn't realize that Michael was mocking him until Michael spoke up.

"Malfoy, I heard you tore your Book of Friends to shreds?"

Michael feigned surprise: "Really... you're still communicating with your family using an owl?"

Upon hearing this, Ravenclaw and some of the Slytherin students chuckled softly.

It's actually quite normal to use an owl, since the Book of Friends can't just remotely transmit the things that family members prepare for them.

Every morning at breakfast time, owls still busily fly around the auditorium.

But what's interesting about this is that, whether Malfoy never uses the Book of Friends again to maintain his pride, or he secretly uses it to swallow his harsh words...

They all seemed very funny.

He always had to choose between being stupid or being shameful, and he had to pick the worst option.

In fact, all the students in the same dormitory knew very well that Malfoy regretted it the very night he tore it up.

He only lasted one day.

He wrote to his parents the following evening, and on the third day, Mrs. Malfoy sent him several new Friends Books.

Malfoy's face turned red with anger, and he immediately cursed, "Some people are like lapdogs, always following others around, it's disgusting... ugh..."

Before he could finish speaking, his tongue got stuck to his palate, and he couldn't utter a single word.

"Draco!" Pansy exclaimed, then glared at Wade. "What did you do to him? Untie him right now!"

"If you can't speak human language, then don't speak."

Vader withdrew his wand and said coldly, "Malfoy, you probably can't tell the difference between a friend and a sycophant. Because deep down, you've never considered anyone a true friend, have you?"

This statement hit the nail on the head, and even Pansy couldn't help but turn around and glance at Malfoy.

Everyone knows all too well how this young master treats his followers.

Malfoy snorted angrily, pointing his wand at Wade, his eyes red with rage, and only a few sparks flew from the tip of his wand.

He looked around.

Goyle and Crabbe did draw their wands, but they looked like they were waiting for his orders.

—Can't they really see that they can't speak? Or do they think what Wade said makes sense and are just pretending to appease him?

Pansy stood beside him, not daring to make a move, not to mention the other Slytherin students.

Not only because many Ravenclaw students also drew their wands, but also because after Wade made his move, these exceptionally perceptive Slytherins immediately noticed a fact—

He didn't make a sound when he cast the spell!

Silent spells...that's something you learn in sixth grade.

The little snakes instinctively chose to remain silent and give way, while the Ravenclaws, who had previously been smiling, also became indifferent.

Wade was always a loner, but Michael was not; he got along well with all the students in the college.

Just when Malfoy was in a dilemma, the arrival of someone broke the deadlock.

Chapter 127 Mandrake

Professor Sprout strode over and saw the students gathered together, their expressions tense, and an alarm bell rang in his mind.

"What are you doing? Why aren't you in class yet?"

She straightened her face and asked sternly.

Pansy immediately complained, "Professor, Gray cast a curse on Draco, and now he can't speak!"

Professor Sprout was quite surprised. She glanced at Malfoy, then frowned and asked Wade, "Did you make this, Mr. Gray?"

Padma immediately raised her hand and shouted, "It was Malfoy who insulted the student first, Professor! Wade did nothing wrong."

Pansy chimed in, "Michael insulted Draco first! He deserved it!"

Padma immediately retorted, "How did he humiliate me? He just asked Malfoy how to contact his parents!"

"Uh……"

Pansy was immediately stuck.

Professor Sprout, his head throbbing from the two girls' bickering, randomly pointed at a student: "You tell me what's going on, Gerald..."

No, Wade Gray is the person involved today.

Professor Sprout's finger jerked sharply, pointing to Anthony Goldstein beside him.

“...Mr. Goldstein”.

Anthony paused for a moment, then stepped forward and recounted the events impartially:

"...In the end, Grey used a silence spell to prevent Malfoy from speaking, that's how it was."

"A silent spell?"

Professor Sprout looked at Wade with surprise, his tone softening.

It was already time for class, so she simply released Malfoy from the spell, saying, "No matter what, insulting classmates or using spells on classmates is wrong. I'm going to deduct five points from everyone... and three days of confinement."

Wade accepted the punishment quietly.

Malfoy looked indignant, but under the professor's stern gaze, he said nothing.

Beside Wade, Michael stared coldly at Malfoy.

"Today we're going to the third greenhouse."

Professor Sprout took his students to a greenhouse they had never been to before.

She opened the door and saw hundreds of mandrake seedlings in the greenhouse, half of which were still in seedling pots and the other half had been moved to large flower pots.

Inside the greenhouse, there was a long bench with more than twenty pairs of earmuffs of different colors on it.

"Today we're going to repot the mandrakes. As you can see, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff have already completed half of their work in the first lesson, and I hope your lessons will go just as smoothly."

Professor Sprout scanned the crowd and asked, "Now, who can tell me what the characteristics of mandrake are?"

Several students raised their hands, and Professor Sprout randomly called on one of them to answer.