Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Dumbledore nodded slightly: "He is still a child. Even if he has done something wrong, I think he should be given a chance to correct it... Moreover, he should have been a student of Hogwarts."

Wade had already guessed what the principal would say.

After all, Khalil was only thirteen years old. Dumbledore and even Voldemort had given him opportunities again and again. Naturally, he would not send him away directly for such a child who was abducted.

"but……"

Wade frowned slightly and said, "Mr. Johnson has been looking for him. Maybe we should reunite father and son first? I think Mr. Johnson may not want Khalil to enter any magic school again."

"That's another piece of bad news, Vader."

Dumbledore said: "The whereabouts of Mr. Langdon Johnson are unknown. I looked for the place where he stayed and found that no one had lived there for a long time."

Wade was startled: "He...could it be said that he has..."

Dumbledore shook his head slowly: "I don't know. But Mr. Johnson has nowhere to live but Hogwarts."

"In the past two years or so, he has received some bad education within the organization. Wade, I hope you can help me pay attention to his status and guide him to correctly distinguish right from wrong."

…

When leaving the principal's office, Wade was a little upset.

He did not refuse Dumbledore's entrustment. After all, the principal made the request with full body fatigue... But when he thought of seeing that annoying guy Khalil again, Wade frowned unconsciously.

The friends around Wade pay attention to the boundaries of interpersonal communication. When he wants to be alone, no one will pull him into their circle without knowing the right amount.

But Khalil?

He didn't know there was such a thing as a "sense of boundaries" in the world.

However, no matter how reluctant Vader was, Khalil still appeared in front of him openly.

During dinner, Wade came to the auditorium and saw that students from the four colleges had almost filled the four long tables - this was rare in normal times.

"Why are there so many people?" Wade asked casually as he sat down.

Michael, who had reserved a seat for him, said: "I don't know... Professor Flitwick asked the prefect to inform everyone that they must arrive at the auditorium on time for dinner today."

Several senior students looked towards the teacher's chair first.

"Professor Abigail is still here." Penello breathed a sigh of relief: "Great, something happened to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

"Nothing will happen to her if anything happens to her. Have you forgotten how strong Professor Abigail is? I doubt she can even defeat a troll without a wand!"

Marietta said smoothly.

"Who knows?" Penello said: "Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts is a high-risk profession in our school."

Everyone was talking a lot, and students who were late came in one after another.

Suddenly, a man walked up behind Wade and patted him on the shoulder.

He turned around and was surprised to see that it was Percy Weasley - they had barely spoken.

Percy's attitude was also very good. Although his tone was a bit bossy, he tried his best to smile.

"Gray, I heard that you also chose twelve courses?"

"Yes -" Vader responded, not knowing what his purpose was.

"So, you also got - that?" Percy gestured with his fingers.

"Of course." Wade said.

"Use with caution, be sure to remember the professor's warnings, and do not violate any rules."

Percy seemed to be possessed by Professor McGonagall and said in an elder's tone: "This is all for your safety."

"Uh...thank you?"

Wade replied in confusion, while Michael rolled his eyes wildly beside him.

Then, Percy continued to walk forward, his pace was very slow, and then he was stopped by the girls: "Weasley, what did you mean by what you just said to Gray? Is it a secret?"

The girls around him looked at him with smiles. Percy's freckled face was slightly red, but he pretended to be serious and said:

"Just giving some...necessary guidance on how to adjust your time when choosing multiple courses..."

Marietta suddenly realized: "That's right, you got twelve OWLs certificates..."

Qiu Zhang, who was sitting next to her, smiled and said nothing.

Percy coughed dryly and adjusted the student union president badge on his chest so that it looked brighter against the light.

"Ahem, I definitely don't mean to show off, but there are very few students who can do this. I just hope that Gray can persist to the end like me and not give up halfway..."

Vader, who felt like he had been stepped on again, looked at Percy in disbelief and then at Michael: "What does he mean? Does he have a problem with me?"

"What's the point?" Michael said disdainfully: "He's just looking for an opportunity to talk to Penello - you are just a stepping stone for their love affair. No matter what he says, it will be treated as nonsense."

Vader took another look, and sure enough - when Penello also started talking to Percy, his expression became obviously more excited, and he almost completely ignored the other people next to him.

"You have to be secretive about everything you say...Do they think this love affair is very secretive?" Wade asked in surprise.

"Not everyone has the same bright eyes as us." Michael raised his chin and gestured: "Look, there are people over there who didn't see it."

He was talking about Marietta.

When Percy was chatting with Penelope, Marietta always had to say a few words. Qiu Zhang next to her interrupted her several times, but she didn't understand what he meant.

But Percy didn't talk for long, and had to walk to the front row of the Gryffindor table, while vigilantly paying attention to what his twin brothers were doing.

Fred and George didn't make trouble. They were eagerly looking forward to something different and interesting tonight.

The teachers' seats were also filled with people one after another, leaving only the seat next to Dumbledore empty - that was Professor McGonagall's seat.

Seeing that almost all the students were there, Dumbledore picked up the fork and knocked on the cup.

"Ding-ding-"

The crisp sound resounded throughout the hall, and everyone fell silent.

"Good evening, students -" Dumbledore stood up and said with a smile: "I hope you have a pleasant weekend."

"We are gathered here today to welcome a transfer student - Caryl Johnson!"

A buzz of discussion suddenly sounded in the hall -

"Who is this person? Have you heard of him?"

"Johnson? Is there such a pure-blood family?"

"Hi, Angelina, is this a relative of yours?"

"No, I have never heard of it."

"The Avery family seems to have married someone named Johnson before... I wonder if they are the same family..."

The door of the hall was suddenly opened, and Professor McGonagall stood at the door with a very unfamiliar boy to everyone, staring at the students who were whispering with a stern look.

But everyone was not afraid, they were all looking at the strange student.