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

The group exchanged glances and exclaimed in unison, "Battle Royale!"

One of them, Vader, was chasing after the rest of them.

……

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

The screams pierced the sky.

Filch searched through all the school rules but couldn't find a suitable entry, so he angrily went to find Dumbledore.

"Principal, this is a serious violation of regulations. They should all be arrested and put in solitary confinement!"

Filch said angrily.

"Don't get excited, Mr. Filch," Dumbledore said cheerfully. "Look at the children, how energetic they are! I wonder if they'd let me join them..."

“Albus!” Professor McGonagall frowned. “The students will get hurt!”

Dumbledore popped a honey fudge into his mouth and mumbled something indistinctly:

"Mrs. Pomfrey has prepared the medicine and bandages. Of course, the children are actually more discreet than we think... Would you like a piece of candy, Minerva?"

"...Okay, thank you."

Professor McGonagall, seeing that it wasn't a pile of cockroaches, reluctantly took it.

"But I still hope you can stipulate a ban on this kind of harmful..."

"Minerva".

Dumbledore interrupted her and said, "Have you ever seen a lion as a cub?"

Professor McGonagall paused for a moment, then said, "Of course."

Dumbledore said, "Then you should know that young animals always learn the skills they need to survive through play. Such as hunting, hiding, or socializing."

"Our children are the same."

“If they can’t learn to use their wands in the game, life will teach them in another way.”

"I only regret one thing now..."

"Why didn't I think of this kind of game sooner?"

Professor McGonagall stopped talking, turned and walked away quickly, intending to check with Mrs. Pomfrey to see if the school infirmary had enough medicine.

The white-bearded principal squinted slightly.

He used a spell so that he could see the situation in the vegetable garden even from a great distance.

He saw Harry skillfully swat away several large cockroaches and save a first-year girl who was crying from fright.

He saw Theo of Hufflepuff pounce on the back of a praying mantis and, together with Michael of Ravenclaw, knock it down.

He saw Slytherin's Zabini and Gryffindor's Ron fighting off the spiders' attack.

He saw Pansy screaming as she clung tightly to Hermione's hand. Hermione yelled and swatted away a dung beetle, then dragged Pansy toward the pumpkin with all her might.

He also saw Ravenclaw display courage, Hufflepuff display wisdom, Slytherin display friendship, and Gryffindor display resilience.

When fighting together against terrifying insects, the students' usual conflicts seemed to vanish. They helped each other and even willingly "sacrificed" themselves to protect others.

"How wonderful..."

Dumbledore wiped away tears from the corners of his eyes, deeply moved.

Snape stood by the window with a dark expression, making a note of each of the Slytherin students who had misbehaved.

Even in games, he wouldn't allow his students to lose badly.

Professor Flitwick, who was standing next to him, spent most of his time looking at Wade.

"Hmm, that spell was pretty good... Oops, the timing was a little off, luckily the opponent didn't react... Watch out, watch out, that guy is hiding under the longhorn beetle's belly trying to ambush us... Great! He blocked it!"

Professor Flitwick jumped for joy, clapping and cheering, which Snape found extremely annoying.

The one who failed in his sneak attack was Crabbe of Slytherin.

He did have the courage to hide under the longhorn beetle's belly, but unfortunately, his spell was as weak as a few drops of water.

……

Lockhart, however, felt that he had been inspired.

"If I can win this game, I'll definitely be the center of attention, and all the students will idolize me..."

After looking at it for a while, he changed his mind.

"No, no, no... it's still too dangerous... and it would damage my image..."

"Why not start a dueling club? It would definitely be very popular, and it's safe too..."

Lockhart muttered to himself as he hurried back to his office, determined to write a perfect proposal.

Chapter 143 Luna

Previously, young wizards would avoid Hagrid's vegetable garden like the plague, but now it has become the students' favorite place, which they collectively call the playground.

Hagrid's greatest pleasure each day became acting as a referee in the survival game. He would sit on a high stool and witness scenes that made him laugh in almost every game.

Professors from the school often come here to sit, partly to watch the excitement, and partly to prevent students from suffering any serious harm.

When Vader is not around, the professors can use the Enlargement Charm and Confusion Charm in his place, causing the enlarged insects to "hunt down" the students.

However, some students couldn't accept insects, so a new game mode was quickly created—

The students are randomly divided into two groups, black and white, by drawing lots, and then compete against each other. This way, whether there are two or three people, or thirty or forty people, everyone can enjoy the game.

Dumbledore even added a little magic to the playground: the students' robes would automatically turn white and black after they were divided into groups.

He also wanted to personally lead the team, but the students unanimously "politely" declined.

Despite repeated warnings from professors that the use of curses is not allowed in the game, some students still secretly break the rules, resulting in points deductions and detention.

The punishments are different from the usual tasks like copying books or processing potion materials; students who violate the rules in the playground face some of the tasks they least want to do.

For example, cleaning toilets.

For example, it is forbidden to use a magic wand to prepare manure.

And the most severe punishment is a ban from entering the playground, which can last from three days to a whole semester.

Some students are not afraid to do dirty and tiring work, but they are absolutely unwilling to be turned away from the most popular activities in the whole school.

After severely punishing several students who violated the rules, everyone finally understood what it meant to have a sense of propriety.

Even so, almost every day several students are sent to the school clinic, mostly because they bump their heads or break their arms after falling off a pumpkin.

For wizards, as long as it's not caused by dark magic, a common fracture can be healed in no time and is no more troublesome than a cold.

But the number of students sent to the school hospital in one day was more than in a whole week before, and Mrs. Pomfrey was still extremely busy, applying to the principal three times a day to close the playground.

Dumbledore always brushed him off with a smile.

For a long time, Vader, who initiated this game, didn't dare to show his face in front of Madam Pomfrey.

When he returned to the amusement park some time later, he found that it had undergone tremendous changes.

First of all, only about half of those huge pumpkins remained in the vegetable garden, and they had been hollowed out, enough for two or three people to sit inside, like little houses.

The other half of the pumpkin was picked and piled up behind Hagrid's hut.

“This is for Halloween,” Hagrid explained to Wade. “If the kids damage it too much, it won’t be able to be carved into a proper shape.”

As he spoke, he used a huge knife to cut away the damaged parts of the pumpkin, scooping out the pulp as well, leaving the hollowed-out pumpkin resembling a giant lantern.

To fill the void left by the pumpkins being dug up, Professor McGonagall moved the statues and armor from the castle to the playground.

They would wander around from time to time, and sometimes they would suddenly stick out their feet and trip over passing students.

Michael tripped and fell face-first into the mud, spitting out the dirt in his mouth. Afterwards, he pondered for a long time before asking:

“Wade, do you think they wanted to cause trouble for us on their own, or did Professor McGonagall order them to do it?”

“How could that be?” Hermione immediately retorted in defense of her Dean: “Professor McGonagall would never do such a thing.”

“That’s not necessarily true,” Wade said. “Think about it, what is Professor McGonagall’s Animagus?”

Harry: "A cat?"

Ryan thought for a moment and said seriously, "I have a cat at home, and it always likes to push the cans off the table."

The group exchanged glances, and remembering Professor McGonagall's serious face, they immediately fell silent and resolved to keep their speculations to themselves.

The next day, during Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall suddenly stared at the grinning Harry and asked sternly, "Mr. Potter, do you have any questions about the content of this lesson?"

Harry jumped up in a panic: "Cat...no, no...Professor!"

Professor McGonagall stared intently at him, like a large feline eyeing its prey.

“I…I actually wanted to ask…” Harry’s mind raced, and he stammered, “Animagus…how is that kind of magic practiced?”

“It’s too early for you to be thinking about these things, Mr. Potter,” Professor McGonagall said, somewhat displeased.

Hermione bravely raised her hand.