Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

The air around them was quiet.

After a few seconds, Harry looked around and asked in confusion: "That person... Which person? Who are you talking about?"

Lupin was stunned for a moment, then understood and smiled bitterly silently.

When he was born, the emerging Voldemort had not yet become synonymous with "terror". Lupin grew up listening to the stories of the dark wizard Grindelwald, and the name of that person left a deep mark in his memory.

Harry and other children were different. To them, Grindelwald was already a historical figure, probably no different from the demon Emeric or the goblin Nortje, both of which were a headache in the textbook.

Even because Grindelwald was still alive and the power of the wizard party was still lurking, the history of magic course did not describe that period of history in detail. The focus of school learning was still the goblin rebellion, the giant war, the wizard meeting and the evolution of the law, etc.

Among the three children, except for Wade who showed a thoughtful expression after being shocked, Harry and Michael were both at a loss.

Lupin suppressed his anxiety and introduced the children:

"Gellert Grindelwald is one of the most powerful dark wizards in history... Dumbledore defeated him in 1945, and then he has been imprisoned in Nurmengard Wizard Prison. But now... he has escaped."

Thinking of Grindelwald's atrocities throughout Europe and the United States, Lupin's heartbeat accelerated a lot.

"He has been in prison for almost... fifty years?" Harry calculated and said in surprise: "What can he do when he comes out at such an old age?"

"Anything is possible, but it will definitely not be a quiet retirement." Lupin said worriedly: "Let's go, I'll take you back. Then I have to go... find some people to discuss it."

Seeing that he looked very solemn, Wade and his friends naturally would not object. They quickened their pace and walked towards the entrance and exit of Diagon Alley.

At this time, there were fewer people in Diagon Alley, and the crowded streets suddenly seemed empty. Mabel, hiding in the corner, turned her head unintentionally and saw the person she had been looking for.

She opened her mouth to shout, but seeing that there were several companions around him, Mabel closed her mouth again, pulled up her hood, and hurried to follow.

She wanted to find a time when Wade was alone to talk to him.

Seeing that the men were about to pass through the archway, Mabel was anxious and simply trotted. She accidentally kicked the cage outside the pet shop and fell down with a "thump".

The owner of the store didn't have time to scold her. He had also heard about Grindelwald's escape from prison. At this time, he was wandering around the store in a panic, like a mouse trying to find a crack in the ground to get in.

Mabel looked up and saw that the bricks of the archway were closing quickly, and the figure behind the door was walking away.

"Wait--"

She couldn't help shouting, but the archway had completely turned into a brick wall, tightly closed, as if separating two worlds.

...

Wade vaguely heard a familiar voice, subconsciously turned back, and saw only dirty walls with unmelted snow piled in the corners.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked.

"Nothing..." Wade said, turning his head and pulling up his hood.

Probably the sound of the wind?

He thought.

They entered the Leaky Cauldron again, and the noisy and lively crowd had disappeared. There was only a bald old wizard sitting in the corner drinking slowly, and two people who seemed to be drunk and sleeping on the table, wrapped tightly in black robes.

The boss Tom cursed vaguely while waving his wand to return the messy tables and chairs to their proper positions. Hearing the footsteps, he just glanced at them without saying hello, and his mood was obviously very bad.

But then, he saw a familiar figure, and his face, which seemed to have owed him a thousand Galleons, suddenly smiled.

"Oh, it's Mr. Potter!" Tom walked quickly through the narrow passage between the tables and said enthusiastically: "Damn it, I didn't see you until now! Want a cup of hot chocolate?"

Harry had to stop and shook hands with him, saying awkwardly: "No, thank you, we are ready to go back."

The old wizard in the corner raised his eyes, glanced at Harry's face, then looked away and looked at the people next to him.

"Okay... okay..." Tom let go of Harry's hand, looked at the group eagerly, and said regretfully: "I am waiting for you at any time, Mr. Potter."

Lupin led a few people through the bar, and when he went out, Wade felt a chill on his forehead.

He raised his head and saw that the goose-feather-like snowflakes finally fell.

The dark clouds seemed to have approached the top of the tall building, and there were faint black shadows shuttling back and forth, which were obviously not normal birds or dark clouds.

Harry's face suddenly turned pale, and the biting cold made his hands and feet cold. He almost shouted: "Dementors!"

Lupin looked up and said: "They are not coming for us. They are probably just patrolling normally... Let's go!"

He stood on the street to stop a taxi and explained:

"The Ministry of Magic prohibits them from causing large-scale riots, so these guys now either move with the clouds or start patrolling at night."

A dark blue taxi slowly stopped beside it. Wade and others quickly got in the car at Lupin's urging, and then the car started and rushed out for a distance in a blink of an eye.

Ved leaned against the window, wiped the mist off the glass, and looked back.

He always felt that the height of the Dementors seemed to be continuously decreasing... Did they want to take advantage of the snow and absorb a wave of happy emotions?

Christmas is coming soon. Ordinary people don’t know about the black wizard’s jailbreak. The whole city is filled with a festive atmosphere, and cheerful Christmas songs are everywhere.

This atmosphere must be full of temptation for the Dementors.

But before Voldemort began to wreak havoc, the Ministry of Magic still had a strong control over the Dementors.

Those guys have been wandering on this island for nearly ten days. Except for the time when they attacked the Hogwarts train, they seemed very well behaved at other times.

So Wade retracted his gaze, and when he turned his head, he heard Harry whispering to Michael: "Are we still going to the department store?"

"You can go tomorrow morning." Michael said casually: "I just remembered that I have heard of Grindelwald before. But when he was at his most powerful, he failed to capture Britain."

Harry nodded and felt relieved - he had not bought all his Christmas gifts yet, and he didn't want to have to find a few things and send them out tomorrow.

The two did not think that Grindelwald's escape from prison was a serious matter - just like even if Hitler was resurrected, people on the other side of the earth would still have to live as usual, and it was impossible for them to give up everything for this and immerse themselves in anxiety all day long.

If Voldemort announced his resurrection in a high-profile manner, it would be really scary, because Harry Potter would inevitably become Voldemort's primary target.

But when Grindelwald was imprisoned, not to mention Harry, even Harry's parents were not born yet. There was no hatred between them, let alone any life-and-death relationship.

Lupin, who was sitting in front, heard the conversation between the two and suddenly realized that he was too nervous - perhaps the attitude of the people around him affected his judgment and made him infinitely exaggerate the seriousness of the matter.

Recalling carefully, most of the people who reacted most violently to the news were foreign wizards... British wizards followed and left after realizing it later.

Lupin slowly exhaled and secretly laughed at himself for not being as calm as the children.

But it was Dumbledore who defeated Grindelwald after all... Maybe this time, that man would make Britain his first target.

But he had just escaped from prison, and it would take time to gather people or do something...

...

Mabel knelt on the ground, at a loss, and didn't know where she could go for a while.

A pair of arms lifted her up from the ground, and she heard a gentle voice in her ear: "Are you okay, child?"

Mabel was stunned, and was easily lifted up from the ground by the other party. When she realized it later and pulled the hood, it was too late.

- Oops! My face was seen!

Mabel was extremely panicked. She lowered her head and dared not look at the kind wizard, waiting for him to recognize her and scream.

Black mist surged at her feet, but she suppressed it.

Even if the other party only gave her a little kindness... Mabel didn't want to hurt him.

At this time, the Dementor hovering in the sky seemed to be attracted by something. It was originally floating aimlessly, but now it suddenly turned and flew straight down!

"You seem a little familiar..."

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On the street, the wizard recalled for a moment and smiled: "Are you one of the children in the bookstore just now? Where are your parents?"

Mabel: "..." Didn't recognize it?

How is it possible?

Her photos were posted all over the street... and occupied the front page of newspapers for several days, and even in the Muggle news!

She suddenly raised her head and found that the wizard was the owner of the house where she had been hiding for several days.

If I remember correctly, his name is Ryan Troka, a vampire who does not drink human blood.

But at that time, Mabel only occasionally went to the kitchen to steal some food, or stole newspapers to read, and basically had no contact with the people in the house.

At this time, Mabel was so nervous that her hair stood up. She looked at Troka intently, but saw that he was holding her arm and looking around, as if he wanted to find her non-existent "parents".

Troka lowered his head and asked: "Have you lost your family? Where is your home? I'll take you back."

Mabel looked at this person in doubt, suspecting that he was teasing her.

Didn't he see his own photo on the wall when he looked around?

Although Mabel is now much thinner than in the photo, her hair is tied up, and her clothes are different...but her appearance has not changed drastically. Is it still possible not to recognize her?

Seeing that the girl, who seemed to be frightened, refused to say a word, Troka rubbed his brows in annoyance.

Alas... After all, she is his future student, and he can't leave her alone here. What if she runs into a bad guy... Will he still have the face to be a professor at Hogwarts?

Troka thought that Mabel was chasing after her family just now, and couldn't help but condemn the irresponsible guardian in his heart. He tried to smile and said:

"Don't worry, I'm not a bad person. Can I take you to the Leaky Cauldron? Maybe your parents will go there to find you."

Mabel hesitated and nodded.

If this person wanted to trick her back... she was not without the power to fight back.

Seeing that she finally responded to him, Troka couldn't help but smile and pulled Mabel towards the entrance of Diagon Alley.

His eyes swept over the wanted poster on the wall, and he felt vaguely familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

He had this feeling several times today - including the child who bumped into him in the bookstore. Troka also felt that he seemed to have seen him somewhere, but he didn't have any impression.

The appearance of children... probably all the same...

Troka thought so and suddenly stopped.

The temperature around them dropped rapidly, and it was so cold that people shivered. All the happiness seemed to have left them, and only despair and sadness were left in their hearts...

He looked up and saw hundreds of Dementors falling from the sky, rushing straight towards the two of them!

Mabel also saw the horrifying scene and knew that it was the "special force" sent by the Ministry of Magic to capture her. She was about to jump up and run away, but her arm suddenly tightened!

"Let me go!"

She screamed, and half of her body instantly turned into black mist.

Troka didn't see this scene. He was staring at the Dementor in the front. He suddenly pulled Mabel to his side, and slid his toes to pull her to start spinning.

"Bang!"

Amidst the huge explosion, the vampire wizard and Obscurus disappeared from the spot in an instant!

The Dementors missed their target, and the first few crashed directly to the ground. They lost their target and searched back and forth on the street for a few rounds. Their withered and corrupted figures were filled with anger, and soon there was only nothingness.

…

Mabel's body swayed, and before she could stand still, she heard the vampire beside her say angrily:

"Why did the Ministry of Magic release these damn guys? This is the second time they have attacked innocent passers-by! It seems that the last attack on the Hogwarts train must have been caused by the Dementors out of control. I almost believed their lies!"

Troka complained angrily, and seeing the little girl staring at him blankly, he thought that she must be scared, and comforted her softly:

"Sorry, child. The situation is urgent, so I brought you back first. Wait a few hours, when those monsters leave, I will send you back to Diagon Alley, okay?"

Mabel was cautious and didn't speak.

Troka was a little accustomed to her silence. He took the girl's consent and said with a smile: "Please sit down and have some snacks. I'll go write a letter... Gar——"

Troka raised his voice and shouted to his nephew who was doing something in the bedroom: "Gar——you come and entertain this child for me."

"Okay, Uncle Ryan——"

Gar shouted back through the door.

Ryan Troka heard the sound of footsteps, smiled at Mabel, and returned to the study with peace of mind.

He himself didn't have much energy, but he could complain to Headmaster Dumbledore!

After another minute or two, Gar yawned and put on a sweater while walking out of the bedroom.

He combed his messy hair with his fingers, walked directly to the refrigerator and asked: "What do you want to drink? Water, Coke, or black tea?"

While speaking, he turned his head and casually glanced at the little guest brought back by his uncle, and his eyes widened immediately, and the Coke he just took out fell to the ground with a "bang".

Gar opened his mouth to shout, but was suddenly pressed to the ground by something like black paint. His neck was stuck and even his breath seemed to be taken away!

"What's that sound, Gar?"

Lockhart, who was doing skin care in the bathroom, opened the door. Before he could see the scene outside clearly, he was pulled over by a huge force and pressed to the ground, becoming Gar's brother in distress.

The thin girl stood in the middle of the living room, her eyes had turned white, and half of her body turned into a huge black shadow, suppressing the two of them like a giant beast and making them unable to move!