Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

"Woo woo woo ..."

Rita Skeeter bit a piece of wood skillfully and curled up on the short bed and shivered.

These days, she hid in this cell and suffered this torture from time to time.

Sometimes half an hour, sometimes two or three hours, the people on the island seemed to believe that she was still in this place, and would attack her from time to time, and the search had never been relaxed.

Rita originally thought that they would mistakenly think that she had escaped, giving her a chance to escape!

Later, she figured it out-perhaps the message she conveyed to Vid Grey exposed her situation.

For the thousandth time, she regretted not bringing all the friend books with her.

Luckily, the children in this cell have been covering her. They shared their food with Rita and let her sleep on the only bed in the room. When she couldn't stand the pain and groaned, the children would shout and cover her voice.

When someone patrolled outside, Rita would transform into a beetle to avoid the sight of the man in black.

After a few days, Rita had discovered that some of the children in the cell were also wizards - at least they had magical abilities.

Every time the buzzing sounded, they would curl up on the ground and remain motionless, showing a painful expression, but not making a sound, as if they were used to it.

But Rita felt that no matter how many times, she would never get used to this torture.

When she was relieved from the pain, she told these children and herself over and over again -

"It's almost there... They are coming... We will definitely be saved..."

"Who are they?"

A girl named Haley asked softly.

She had light golden hair, pale skin that seemed transparent, and a pair of green eyes that were pure and innocent.

Unfortunately, her appearance was very ordinary, her teeth were still overbite, her chin protruded a lot, and her appearance was weird and ugly.

In this cell, except for a girl named Mabel, there were no beautiful children, and the appearance of these children did not conform to the public's aesthetics.

At first, Rita laughed at their looks in her heart, and subconsciously made up some sarcastic descriptions in her mind.

But after a few days of getting along, she finally knew that she couldn't judge others by appearance - these were the ugliest children she had ever seen, but also the kindest.

Rita thought about it and said very seriously: "It's the most powerful wizard in the world... and the strongest alchemist in the future."

"Wizard?" Hayley tilted her head and said softly: "Wizards can't do anything to them... Magic is useless here."

"This is different... They are different."

Rita Skeeter herself felt that this statement was empty and powerless, and could not convince people at all, so she added: "A powerful wizard can burn the island completely with a spell."

"Then wouldn't we be burned to death?" Another older brown-haired girl Mabel said coldly: "I hate magic. If it weren't for magic, how could I end up like this?"

She rolled up her sleeves, revealing the layers of scars and countless pinholes on her arms.

Rita was speechless.

She already knew that the children here were roughly divided into two types - those without magical abilities like Hayley, and those with magical abilities like Mabel.

The latter were in a much more miserable situation.

Except for being taken for blood tests and examinations occasionally, Hayley and the others were just locked up. The food every day was not delicious, but at least it was sufficient and there was no need to worry about starving.

Mabel and another boy named Luke were much more miserable. They were taken away almost every day. When they were sent back, they would become very weak and have new scars on their bodies.

Sometimes they would suddenly vomit, convulse, and have a fever in the middle of the night. Other children would skillfully clean up the dirt and take care of them, and the guards would also bring some symptomatic medicines.

Luke had always been very scared about being taken away, and Rita was worried every day that he would sell himself out to improve his situation.

But to her surprise, no matter how scared the child was, he gritted his teeth and didn't say a word.

Mabel seemed to see Rita's thoughts. Once, after treating the wound, she suddenly said to Rita: "Your worries are unnecessary." Rita looked at her in surprise. "Our value lies in the magic that cannot be shaken off in our bodies." Mabel sat against the wall and said expressionlessly: "Even if I betray you, it will only be one more experiment. Our situation cannot be changed at all." "Experiment?" Rita reacted and asked angrily: "These Muggles want to steal the magic from you?" Mabel did not say yes or no, but looked at the narrow window blankly and murmured: "It would be great if it could really be stolen." "How can this be possible?" Rita subconsciously retorted: "If there is no magic...if there is no magic..." - If there is no magic, what is the difference between a normal person suddenly becoming disabled? But suddenly, Rita thought of Mabel's experience and couldn't say it. Suddenly, there was a jingling sound outside the cell door, as if the metal key and the bell kept colliding as the person walked. Rita quickly turned into a beetle and was about to crawl into the dirty pillow, when she suddenly saw all the children in the cell jump up and rush to the side close to the corridor.

They grasped the iron railings with both hands and seemed to be trying to squeeze their faces out, desperately trying to look outside.

Rita hesitated, curiosity prompted her to fly over and land on Mabel's hair.

Mabel shook her head dissatisfiedly, but did not drive her away.

Then Rita saw several burly, oppressive-looking men passing by in the corridor.

The leader wore a mask, hung a bunch of silver keys on his waist, and held a stack of lists in his hand, making jingling, jingling sounds as he walked.

Several people walked over.

Not just this one, the children in all the cells were lying on the railings, neither talking nor moving, just staring at the passerby.

Rita didn't understand why they reacted like this, and wanted to poke Maybelle's face with her tentacles and ask her to explain to her, but suddenly she heard the sound of jingling bells getting louder.

The group of people turned back so quickly.

The difference is that this time there is a teenage boy among them.

The child was very thin, with deep despair and helplessness in his eyes, as if he had lost his consciousness and his body was just moving forward mechanically.

The sound of jingling bells gradually came closer, and then suddenly stopped.

He stopped in front of Mabel and others' cell, looked down at the list in his hand, and then said: "Hailey Cox."

Hailey's face suddenly turned pale and she stood frozen on the spot, motionless.

The children around looked at her in shock.

Mabel subconsciously shouted: "No - how could there be Hailey, she is still so young!"

The masked man looked up at her and said with a smile, "It's Mabel... teach her a lesson."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man behind him suddenly pulled out a round, fat gun and pointed it at Maybelle.

Mabel's eyes suddenly widened.

Luke next to him rushed out: "Mabel!"

He threw the girl down, and Rita felt her vision turned upside down. She was about to fly up subconsciously, but was suppressed by Luke's hand.

The boy whispered in a shaky, frightened voice: "Don't move!"

Rita was stunned for a moment, then lost the chance to fly away, and was directly pressed underneath by the two of them——

Luke's palm pinned her to the floor, then Mabel's body, and then Luke's body on top.

The two men twitched and trembled, letting out hoarse and painful screams, as if they were two injured beasts.

Rita was stunned.

She vaguely felt the pain again, as if the magic power in her whole body was rebelling, but because she was blocked by the two children, she only felt a slight sting.

Mabel and Luke were the ones who faced some kind of attack. The two people who usually kept silent when the buzzing sound was heard were wailing.

Rita tried her best to see through Luke's fingers and saw that the cell door was opened. Hailey stood stiffly and was then lifted out by a man like a chicken.

The sound of jingling bells faded away, and then there was the sound of locking. Only then did the children move as if the restraining spell had been lifted.

The cells where no one had been taken away were very thankful and began to talk and move around quietly. In this cell, other children rushed up and helped Mabel and the two of them lie down on the bed.

"You are so impulsive, Mabel - and you, Luke." One child said fearfully: "I almost thought you were going to be taken away too."

"I won't." Mabel looked at the ceiling and said sarcastically: "We are precious experiments."

Luke lowered his head, his body still trembling, and said nothing.

"Rita, are you okay?" A child also came to care about Rita Skeeter. He whispered: "I was so afraid that you would change back."

They all knew that when the buzz sounded, Rita Skeeter would uncontrollably change back to her original form.

Rita changed back, shook her head and said, "I'm fine...the two of them helped me block it."

She looked at the silent and sad faces of the children and asked, "Hailey... what will happen to her?"

"I don't know." Maybelle said with blank eyes, "But the children taken away by those people... never came back."

No one would believe that these demons would be kind enough to put people back, so the answer seemed obvious.

Rita Skeeter clenched the parchment in her hand tightly, feeling deep despair in her heart.

She knew that it had not been long since she had contacted Wade, but she still silently urged her in her heart——

Please, faster... faster...

Find here quickly...

…

At the edge of the woods, Wade suddenly raised his head and saw a spider spinning a web among the leaves.

Different from the regular and symmetrical structure of ordinary spider webs, this web is incomplete, as if part of it was missing during weaving.

It seems that even the insects are suffering from some negative effects in this place.

Vader withdrew his gaze and looked forward - Dumbledore waved his wand, and the silver and copper wires extended and intertwined like a spider web, weaving into a web-like metal cloak.

He had always known that magic would interfere with electromagnetic signals, so no electronic devices would work properly at Hogwarts. Even when a powerful wizard has violent mood swings, he will unconsciously interfere with nearby electric lights, televisions and radios.

But Wade didn't expect that ordinary people without magic would master the method of dealing with wizards so early -

Magic can interfere with electromagnetic signals, and in turn, strong enough electromagnetic signals can also interfere with magic.

If wizards who are completely isolated from the Muggle world encounter such an attack, they will naturally be at a loss. Even Dumbledore may be caught if he is not careful.

But Wade knows how to block this interference.

The current technological level of this world has not yet exceeded his understanding.

As an alchemist, Wade's pencil case is filled with various alchemical materials wherever he goes.

As a master of transfiguration, Dumbledore can easily turn the raw materials into any shape they need.

After a while, two electromagnetic shielding metal cloaks have been made, and Dumbledore has also ingeniously woven the pattern of the Hogwarts school emblem on them.

——For the headmaster, this may be the presentation of a thought in his mind.

Wade put on the cloak, the size is just right.

"Even the weaving spell is so proficient-headmaster, is there anything you don't know?" Wade couldn't help asking.

"I just happen to be interested in sweater knitting - this kind of activity is a good pastime, you can also try it."

Dumbledore also put on his metal cloak outside and walked calmly in front of Wade, ignoring the cameras on the side of the road.

"If I had lived as long as you, I might also find something interesting to do for fun." Wade declined politely.

"There is no end to things." Dumbledore said: "You push yourself too hard, Wade."

"Seeing what happened to Skeeter, I feel that I still have a lot to improve." Wade said.

Dumbledore thought for a while and nodded in agreement: "You are right - you must protect your life first before talking about other things."

The two walked along the cement path in the jungle. They seemed to be aimless, but in fact, they were moving along the track left by the "magic".

The cameras on both sides were as silent as black stones, and the figures of the two were not reflected on the mirror at all.

"Can this shield that kind of...magnetic field?" Dumbledore asked.

"Complete shielding is impossible, but it should be able to weaken to a level we can bear."

Veder said: "Copper and silver are both highly conductive, so they are better at shielding high-frequency magnetic fields. But if you want to completely shield, you may need superconducting materials to achieve it, so it is better to cut off the power supply."

"Superconducting materials?" Dumbledore asked curiously: "What is that? How to make it?"

Veder said speechlessly: "This is beyond my knowledge, professor, I am just a student now."

Dumbledore smiled: "Veder, I believe that the knowledge you have mastered has exceeded that of most ordinary people. I know some professors in Muggle schools, and they may not know as much as you-ah, here we are."

A very tall wall appeared in front of them.