Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

After borrowing the book, Wade continued to ask questions - the content of Charms was explained in detail in Professor Flitwick's book, so he asked about spells related to Defense Against the Dark Arts, such as the Iron Armor Curse and the Disarming Curse. , obstacle spells, etc.

Everyone knows what level the Defense Against the Dark Arts course at Hogwarts is. Professor Flitwick did not let him ask Quirrell for advice. Instead, he answered the question in detail and patiently, and finally lent him a few more books.

Wade was very grateful.

There is only one wizarding school in the UK, Hogwarts. The professors in the school do not examine KPIs, nor publicly compare pass rates and excellence rates, nor do they conduct year-end assessments or performance appraisals. The professors in the school are really all There are those who teach according to their conscience, some are serious and responsible, some are just dawdling around all day, and some are just taking whatever classes they want according to their moods, completely ignoring the fact that the students have to take the wizard level exam.

After asking the question, Wade remembered Griffith's commission and asked: "Professor, there is a portrait complaining that his current place is too deserted, and he wants me to help him move to the lively foyer. Is that okay?"

Professor Flitwick asked: "Is it a portrait of someone with a position?"

Some portraits in Hogwarts serve as guards, such as the portrait of the Fat Lady outside the Gryffindor common room, which naturally cannot be moved easily.

Wade thought for a while: "Probably not. He said that he was originally in the foyer, but later moved to the astronomy tower to make room for other portraits."

"Oh, I know who you are talking about." Professor Flitwick smiled: "The reason why Griffiths was moved out was mainly because many portraits complained that he affected their sleep and was an instigator. He played a prank on the Ministry of Magic officials who came to inspect the school. The principal and professor at the time thought he should be taught a lesson, so they moved him to the most deserted place in the school. "

"What about his request-" Wade asked tentatively.

"It's not a sin to like liveliness." Professor Flitwick said tolerantly: "As long as he promises not to encourage Peeves to cause trouble again, you can change his place. But I'm afraid it won't work in the entrance hall. Many of the portraits in the entrance hall are in line. Riffitz has an opinion.”

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"Oh, okay, okay. But I really don't understand why they don't like pranks? Pranks can bring a lot of joy to people!"

While Griffiths defended himself, he quickly moved back and forth between the several portraits around him——

"Hey, old man, I'm leaving now - Shalom, I'd be happy if you wrote to me while you were doing your calculations, though I don't know if I'll get it - Barry, and dear Fran Chisko, thank you for your hospitality, this is a return gift!”

After taking off the portrait, Vader watched helplessly as Griffiths turned the old stargazer's telescope 180 degrees, snatched away the quill and ink from the spectacled witch, and finally poured the ink on a bear. On the child's head, a quill was inserted into the nostrils of another naughty child.

After provoking all the portraits, he quickly rushed back to his own portrait and loudly urged Wade: "Go! Go!"

But why do portraits care about spatial distance? Although Vader had already left the corridor with the portraits in his arms, the characters in the portraits still chased into Griffith's territory, held down the red-haired wizard and beat him up.

The spectacled witch was so furious for the first time that she kicked Griffiths hard with her feet and screamed: "Do you know how long I have been counting! How long have I been counting!"

The naughty children seemed to use Griffiths as a trampoline, jumping up and down on him and shouting loudly.

The old stargazing man finally caught up and hammered him twice with all his strength. Then he seemed to have reached his waist. He held on to his waist and went back with a look of pain on his face.

Vader naturally cannot interfere with the fight between the people in the portrait. After everyone dispersed, he looked at Griffiths, who looked like a puddle of mud, and asked helplessly: "You are about to leave, and why are you getting such a beating?"

"Haha, you don't understand." Griffiths turned over with the footprints on his forehead, lying on the grass in the valley, laughing happily: "Isn't this the best farewell ceremony?"

Vader really didn't understand.

Griffith put his hands behind his head, looked at the sky and said: "I don't want to leave quietly, so it may take a long time for them to realize - ah, the red-haired guy seems to be missing; I don't want it either There will be sadness and tears when saying goodbye, there will be a lot of fights, and everyone will be happy at the end, isn’t that great?”

Vader thought for a moment: "So - everyone has achieved happiness, only your injured world has achieved it, is that right?"

Griffiths was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing: "Wade, it turns out you know humor too!"

As he smiled, the messy scene in the portrait slowly recovered - the footprints on Griffith's body disappeared, the torn robe was restored, the trampled flowers and grass straightened up, and the broken branches on the tree grew back.

Only the bruises on his face had not completely disappeared.

"Griffith, you must be a Gryffindor yourself, right?" Wade asked while hanging the portrait on the wall.

"Of course! You can tell it at a glance, right?" Griffiths picked up the frame and tried to look around: "What is this place?"

"You can't go back to the foyer. This is the only way from the auditorium to the library. Almost all students pass by here every day. Your request should be met." Wade said.

"Oh, not bad, not bad." Griffiths was very satisfied.

In the corridor, some portraits quietly observed this "newcomer", and some even gathered together to whisper.

Hermione happened to pass by with a pile of books, and there were two familiar people beside her - Harry and Ron. Several people probably just came back from the library and were arguing in a low voice.

"I bet my flying broom that it must be Snape who let the troll in! He wanted to steal the things guarded by the three-headed dog." Harry said with bated breath.

"No, he won't!" Hermione said angrily, "You can't make malicious assumptions about the school's professors!"

"Hermione, to be honest, you always think that the teachers in the school are saints!" Ron said impatiently, "But I said - I! Saw! It! With my own eyes! When the troll appeared, I went to find you, and I saw Snape sneaking upstairs with my own eyes! Harry also saw Snape's leg bitten and bleeding. Why do you ignore these facts and believe him just because he is a professor?"

"I believe him not only because he is a professor at the school, but also because of Dumbledore! If he was a bad guy, Dumbledore would not have been able to see it for more than ten years!"

Hermione strode angrily, no longer wanting to argue with them, she shouted: "Hey, Wade, are you going to study? Let's go together."

"Um - OK." Hermione's attitude made people dare not refuse at all. Wade nodded at Harry and Ron, turned around and left with Hermione.

"——Unreasonable, isn't it?" Ron frowned and said, "Can't Dumbledore be deceived by Snape? Even Merlin was deceived sometimes!"

Harry nodded silently, he always believed that Snape was the bad guy.

"Good afternoon, students!" An enthusiastic voice came from the wall: "You are all Gryffindors, right? I am also a Gryffindor. I am Griffiths, what about you?"

Ron said: "He is Harry Potter, I am Ron Weasley. I don't think we have seen you before?"

"Yes, because I just moved here today!" Griffiths recalled: "Weasley and Potter, I seem to have known wizards with this surname before, they should be your ancestors, right?"

"Really?"

Even Harry became interested now, and the two temporarily forgot the previous topic and chatted with the portraits on the wall.