Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Neville was stunned for a moment, as if thunder had exploded above his head.

Vader got up and left, leaving him alone on the sofa to think slowly.

"How's Neville?" Theo came over and asked worriedly.

"It's okay, he'll think it through."

As Wade spoke, he looked down at the silver Sickle in his palm, suddenly smiled, and put it in his pocket.

——What! It turns out that fate is also looking after this stupid kid.

but……

Rather than letting fate push you around, isn't it better to make your own decisions after careful consideration?

……

In the blink of an eye, it is the Easter holiday again. This time, professors of various subjects have assigned a lot of homework. With only two weeks of spring break, most students will not choose to go home.

Neville applied to leave school, and he planned to go to Diagon Alley to pick out a wand that really suited him.

Wade also applied to leave school, but he only went home to celebrate with his parents on Easter Day. The rest of the time he studied spells with Lupin in Hogsmeade.

The spell to extract memory was not as advanced as Vader had expected. If the memory provider focused on recalling and was willing to give it out, the spell could become very simple. Forcibly digging out the memory that the owner wanted to hide was a high-level black magic.

The most basic requirement of Occlumency is to empty your mind - not to think, not to remember, not to perceive. The advanced technique is to weave false memories and emotions in the mind to deceive the Legilimency master.

During the holidays, Vader made the most progress in Transfiguration and Disillusionment, and also learned how to use several Fire Charms. Lupin also taught him some tricks that he could use in school, such as spells to check for typos in papers.

Wade returned to school the day before term started. When he distributed Easter eggs to his friends, he found that the two Gryffindors looked nervous and worried.

"What's wrong?" Vader asked.

"This..." Harry and Hermione looked at each other, and then Hermione said sadly: "It's Hagrid... He got a dragon egg and he's planning to hatch it!"

Vader recalled: "I remember this was illegal?"

"Yeah!" said Harry grimly. "What if someone finds out? Hagrid won't take it seriously. He's only thinking about being a dragon mother!"

"Hmm...very Gryffindor."

Wade complained in a low voice, and seeing that the two were very upset, he said, "I know a friend who works as a breeder for Mr. Scamander. Maybe you can hand over the dragon eggs to them to help hatch them? Or ask someone to secretly transfer the dragon eggs to a place where breeding is allowed. Of course-"

In the surprised eyes of the two, Wade added, "The premise is that you can convince Mr. Hagrid to give up his current plan. Private individuals cannot raise dragons unless they are willing to go to Azkaban."

This is not an easy task.

Hagrid was born with a love for all dangerous creatures, and raising a dragon was his lifelong dream. Even though he knew that Harry and Hermione's worries were right, he couldn't convince himself to give up the cute, unborn dragon baby. When he thought about the little guy's life after leaving him, and even being caught by wizards to draw blood and cut dragon liver, the half-blood giant's eyes were filled with tears.

After a while, it was delayed until the baby dragon was about to be born.

Chapter 95: Hatching

"Expelliarmus!"

Neville shouted, and Hermione's wand flew out of her hand and landed on the cushion next to her.

"Success!" Hermione shouted happily. Instead of picking up the wand, she rushed over and hugged Neville.

"Great, Neville!" Theo clapped loudly, then helped Hermione pick up the wand and returned it to her.

Neville finally smiled and said happily, "I tried it when I was at home. My grandmother was very happy too. She said that my father didn't know the Disarming Charm when he was in the first grade!"

"Is this a new wand?" Michael looked at his wand.

"Yes." Neville showed his new companion to everyone: "Cherry wood, unicorn hair, Mr. Ollivander said it suits me very well."

When choosing a wand for the first time, every little wizard still remembers the wonderful feeling as if they had found the other half of their body. They touched Neville's wand one by one and said with certainty that he would become an excellent master of spells.

As they were talking and laughing, the door of the umbrella house slid open. Neville looked back and saw Harry walking in with a frown on his face. He shouted enthusiastically, "Harry, you're here too!"

"Hello, Neville," said Harry hurriedly. "Oh, Hermione - great, you're here too! Michael, do you know where Wade is?"

"He went to the library to borrow books and should be here soon - do you have something to talk to him about?" Michael said.

"—it was Hagrid," said Harry. "He asked me to invite Hermione, Neville, and Wade to the cottage."

—Gamekeeper? The big guy...

Michael raised his eyebrows slightly.

Hogwarts students often see Hagrid's cabin across the lawn, but few people go near it. Because in the eyes of students, the unusually burly Rubeus Hagrid looks very scary. Some students think that he is just a servant of the castle and don't even know his name.

The name of the gamekeeper is actually more associated with the Weasley twins, and it is often said that the two were captured by him from the Forbidden Forest.

I didn't expect Harry to have such a good relationship with him - but why did he invite Wade?

As they were talking, Wade came in with a book in his arms. After hearing Hagrid's invitation, he put down the book and they went to Hagrid's hut together.

On the way, Harry told them: "Hagrid said that the little dragon is about to hatch, and he wants us to see it. After all... not many people can see the scene of a dragon hatching with their own eyes... right?"

Under Hermione's incredulous look, Harry's voice became smaller and smaller.

"I can't believe it - he knows he has a dragon!" Hermione said angrily. "He lives in a wooden house!"

"Don't - Hermione -" Harry whispered. "At least don't start a fight today - Hagrid is looking forward to it -"

Hermione frowned and nodded reluctantly.

Arriving at the cabin, Harry went up and knocked on the door. Hagrid opened it, looking very happy.

"Come on, you've come just in time!" Hagrid said excitedly, "The baby's almost out!"

Harry walked in and suddenly froze.

Ron was also sitting in the cabin. He turned his head to look over, then quickly avoided their sight and stared at the dragon egg, as if studying the pattern on the shell.

Hermione looked here and there, somewhat bewildered.

"Come in quickly, don't just stand there."

Hagrid was totally unaware of the subtle atmosphere between the two people. With a sweep of his hand, he pushed both of them into the house. He lowered his head and said to Wade, "I'm glad you can come, Wade. Not many people have seen a dragon hatch. I guess you must be interested, right?"

"Of course, thank you for your invitation, Hagrid." Wade smiled and said. He walked in, ignoring the awkward looks of the three people, sat on an empty chair beside him, and looked at the dragon eggs on the table with great interest.

——This is a dragon!

Even though it's a western lizard dragon, who wouldn't want to see it!

When he sat down, Wade thought he saw something strange. He looked up and saw a bunch of thin and soft white hair hanging from the ceiling, hanging with several copper pots, like some ethnic minority decoration.

In Hagrid's messy little hut, the white fur looked unusually smooth and sacred.

Hermione was eager to find something to talk about, so she asked immediately, "What kind of animal is that hair from, Hagrid?"

"Oh, it's unicorn hair, pulled from its tail and hung on a branch in the woods." Hagrid didn't care much at first, but when he saw Wade staring at it, he said, "Oh, Wade, you are studying alchemy, right? Take it and use it. If it's not enough, I have more."

He generously pulled off a handful and stuffed it directly into Wade's hands.

Vader refused: "It's too expensive, Hagrid! A whole unicorn tail hair costs 10 Galleons."

Ron, who had a stern face, almost fell off his chair. He looked in surprise at the white hair that he thought was a horse's tail, and his eyes almost popped out.

The Weasley family had seven children and lived in extreme poverty. He didn't even have a new thing when he went to school - he wore old robes left by his brothers, held an old wand, used old textbooks, and even his pet was an old mouse that his brothers didn't want.

Ron had never saved more than one Galleon in his entire life as a pocket money.

"It's not worth anything." Hagrid shook his head and said unconcernedly, "I often pick up -"

He forced all the unicorn tail hair onto Vader.

Hagrid's idea was actually very simple - on the night the Potters died, it was Hagrid who took the infant Harry out of the ruins. At that time, he felt that he had a wonderful sense of responsibility for this weak and soft little life. When Harry was eleven years old, he personally went to introduce Harry to the wizarding world.

Hagrid looked at Harry like a parent looking at his own child. When he learned that Harry was taken care of by Wade at school and learned a lot of useful spells from him, Hagrid had been thinking about how to repay Harry's parents. Seeing that Wade had something he liked, and he also had it, Hagrid naturally gave it to him happily.

Hagrid himself might not be able to explain his complicated thoughts, but Wade could sense some of them. He glanced at Harry, who was unaware of them, and accepted them.

——It doesn’t matter whether the gift is valuable or not, he will always be able to return the favor.

"Look, it's coming out!" Hermione exclaimed suddenly.

The eggshell cracked open with a crackling sound, and a white nose poked out. Then a black baby dragon struggled to squeeze out. Its spurred wings slapped on the table with a "clack", and a few sparks came out of its nose.

Chapter 96 Memory

Newly born animals almost all have a natural sense of cuteness, and even the bald Norwegian Spinosaurus is no exception - when the little guy spreads its wings and waves its claws and teeth on the table, it does not have the intimidating feeling of an adult fire dragon at all, but instead seems to be acting coquettishly.

But when it opens its mouth and reveals its long, fangs, the cuteness quickly disappears and the threat quietly rises.

But in Hagrid's eyes, this little dragon, which was not even as big as his palm, was so cute. He quickly claimed the identity of the dragon's mother, and lovingly touched the little dragon's head and touched his wings. Then, the little dragon sprayed a ball of angry fire at him.

"Look, it can breathe fire!" said Hagrid proudly, flicking the sparks from his beard.

"Hagrid," Hermione said worriedly, "How fast do Norwegian Spinosauruses grow?"

"Oh, it doesn't grow very fast," said Hagrid fondly. "But it will only be about 50 feet when it's a full grown man."

"Fifty feet!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Yes—it's really tiny now, isn't it?"

Hagrid didn't understand Hermione's worries at all. He took a bucket of brandy from the corner, took out the chicken blood he had prepared in advance, and asked, "Who of you wants to try to feed it?"

Harry and Ron raised their hands in unison, while Hermione leaned back in an obvious refusal.

Wade was also interested at first, but when he saw the two men were so excited, he put his hand down and warned them, "Be careful - its teeth are poisonous."

Hagrid first demonstrated how to feed the cats himself, and then handed the glorious task to the Gryffindor duo.

Wade watched for a while, satisfied his curiosity, and then asked to leave - mainly because Hagrid made the hut too hot in order to hatch the baby dragons, and he was sweating after staying in it for a few minutes.

After a while, Hermione also came out. Wade waited for her and said, "I thought you were going back to the Gryffindor common room with Harry?"

Hermione said, "That's what I thought. But I think... well... we should give them some space to talk it out."

……

In the cabin, Harry and Ron didn't look at each other, and took turns feeding the little dragon, cooperating tacitly without interfering with each other. Hagrid was chattering about his love for the little guy and thinking hard about what to name it.

"Maybe I should look in a book - there's always an answer in a book." Hagrid muttered, and found an old book on his cupboard full of bottles and tin kettles, and flipped through the pages with his thick fingers to find a suitable name.