Hogwarts Crawler

Without the "curse", Umbridge officially began to move into Hogwarts, and everyone gradually realized the methods of the former new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

"I thought you would continue to do it until Umbridge was driven out."

Professor Dumbledore spent more and more time on the Order of the Phoenix. He was eager to confirm the news of the last Horcrux, and Grindelwald and Adam also had more time to communicate.

Grindelwald took a sip of milk tea:

"Even if there is no excuse for the curse, you have other ways, right?"

"Yes, but it's not necessary. In fact, I think everyone really needs this class."

Adam took a sip of Dream Coke and squinted his eyes and said:

"Professor Dumbledore always passed on 'love' to everyone in the past, but love is not omnipotent. Everyone needs to learn something else."

"Oh? Learn what?"

Grindelwald enjoyed listening to Adam's ideas... especially liked the collision between Adam's ideas and Dumbledore's ideas.

"Hate."

"Hate?"

"Yes, hate! If you compare people to a knife, love is tough, hate is sharp, and only hate can make people stronger."

In a dimension that Grindelwald cannot see, an emotional force that is completely different from love spreads in Hogwarts.

"Hate that you cannot help yourself, hate that you are not as skilled as others, hate that you are short of luck, hate that you are separated from others, hate that your fate is controlled by others...Hate for the world, hate for others, hate for yourself, these are the biggest motivation for people to become stronger."

Grindelwald looked at Adam strangely:

"You have a lot of experience?"

I can't tell.

"...No, I don't have that feeling. I grew up surrounded by love."

Shaking his head, Adam tried again. It was still a little short of the hate card he imagined, but it didn't matter. He believed in Umbridge's ability.

"Then you let them learn to hate?"

Grindelwald's eyes became even stranger.

"That can't be helped. I already have the ability to protect myself and the people I care about, but they don't, so I can only let hatred push them."

Adam shrugged:

"Besides, I'm not a devil. Compared to the real loss of my family, being disgusted is nothing?"

Grindelwald took a breath:

"If they knew the truth, they would definitely thank you."

"I always do good things without leaving a name."

"..."

Just then, Fawkes informed that Professor Dumbledore was coming back soon, and the party was hurriedly dispersed.

On the way to the dormitory, Adam turned his head to look at the window, and the image in the glass vaguely turned into another face.

Hate?

Since Adam was able to control himself, he has never stopped exercising and studying, and it has never been less than one-third of his awake time.

After knowing that there is magic in this world and signing a contract with the Book of Seals, Adam has made studying magic a daily pastime. In addition to maintaining physiological needs, he basically studies magic except for cooking and taking care of magical animals.

Otherwise, how could Adam master all the magic of the Clow Cards and the dazzling magic arrays in a few years?

Is it because Adam doesn't like to play and can't find anything to play?

In the final analysis, it all comes from the hatred of the weak, small and powerless self!

Congenital diseases, familiar wards like home, humiliation of not being able to take care of basic life...

Studying is boring, exercise is tiring, anyway, this life is so rich, you can live well lying down.

But every time Adam wants to give up, the thin figure sitting in the wheelchair will appear in front of him.

"Don't you always say that if you can move freely, if you don't have to waste more than half of your life in the ward... that's it?"

Adam stretched out his hand, and a card slowly condensed in the air.

The skinny boy closed his eyes tightly, dark thorns grew from his heart, and a purple-green bird sang loudly on his shoulder.

Most of the card is clear, but some details are still vague, and the magic circle in the card can never be completely complete.

"Although my 'hate' is profound, it is mainly based on hating myself and the world. I still lack a lot in hating others. Umbridge, you have to work hard... I believe in you~"

Dispersing the hate card that could not be completely condensed, Adam walked towards the dormitory.

In the Herbology class the next day, Umbridge kept taking notes with a writing board at the back of the greenhouse, and walked around from time to time to find someone to ask something.

"Can't we really let this guy go?"

Eugene leaned close to Adam's ear.

"Well, no, but she won't come to bother us."Adam shook his head and erased himself and others from Umbridge's consciousness, so that she could not remember or notice them at all.

"Even so, she has been walking around like this in almost every class recently..."

Eugene endured it:

"Isn't she tired?"

"I don't think she will be tired. How can a person obsessed with power feel tired when exercising power that he has never obtained?"

While speaking, the Babo tuber in Bernard's hand burst open with a "puff" sound, and the pus that was supposed to fall into the wide-mouth bottle was squeezed directly onto the operating table.

Bernard looked down, then quickly looked around, gathered the pus on the operating table and collected it in a wide-mouth bottle, and swept the pus on the dragon leather gloves into it.

"Adam, help."

Take off the dragon leather gloves and put the bottle of Babo tuber pus on Adam's operating table. Bernard blinked quickly:

"Remove the impurities inside, don't forget to leave some."

After all, they have just learned this craft, and it would be a bit too blatant to get 100% pure Babo tuber pus.

"Okay."

Adam's palm passed over the Babo tuber pus, and the pus mixed with a lot of impurities suddenly became much clearer:

"Go wash your hands quickly, this pus makes me want to eat lotus root powder."

...

Adam admitted that he was a little confused when Hermione found him and asked him if he needed to join the extracurricular study group where Harry taught everyone Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"After all, we are already in the fifth year, aren't we? We can't rely on the dry and worthless knowledge taught by Professor Umbridge to participate in O.W.L.s."

Hermione didn't notice the subtlety in Adam's expression at all, and said happily that she sincerely thought it was a good idea:

"Harry is very experienced in this regard. He has faced... the mysterious man several times. I think with your intelligence, you shouldn't believe the nonsense in the Daily Prophet?"

"I believe what Harry said is true."

Adam's words made Hermione smile even brighter:

"But Hermione, I'm sorry I can't join the study group you mentioned."

Adam smiled apologetically:

"Perhaps you have heard that my restaurant is about to open. During this period of time, I will go there to watch it during the days I go to Hogsmeade."

"Your... restaurant?"

Hermione blinked.