Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

On the weekend, the entire Hogwarts seemed to be empty - almost all the students were on the Quidditch pitch, this time, for the Ravenclaw vs. Slytherin match.

As a Ravenclaw, Vader naturally came to the audience with his classmates.

In fact, Vader has never been interested in the sport of Quidditch at all - flying freely in the sky on a broomstick certainly feels good, but risking a broken neck and playing fifty feet high, This seemed stupid to him.

The experience as a spectator is not good either. The Golden Snitch is so small that you can't even see it except for the occasional flash of golden light. Most of the time the Seeker seems to be flying at high altitudes with nothing to do. The speed of other people is sometimes faster than the cars on the highway. Small Quaffles and Bludgers are passed quickly among the players. Wade suspects that most people can't see clearly which step of the game is going on. Rely on the commentary to know when to cheer.

But the students still love the sport - of course, anyone who is locked up in a boarding school studying all day long will love any group activity that has nothing to do with studying - even if it is hoeing the lawn or picking up grass from the nearby streets. Rubbish.

Vader is an exception, as the joy and sense of accomplishment he derives from learning magic transcends all forms of competition.

The stands suddenly burst into cheers. Wade was stunned for a moment, and then he followed his classmates in applauding politely——

Ravenclaw won the contest.

The seeker was a senior boy. He raised his right hand high, and the wings of the golden snitch were flapping between his fingers. He circled the field at high speed on his broomstick, displaying the Golden Snitch for all to see. Countless people stretched out their hands, wanting to clap their hands with him like a big star.

"Ravenclaw! Ravenclaw! Ravenclaw!"

In the audience, even the Gryffindor students were shouting along - seeing the Slytherins lose made them happier than anything else.

The Slytherin student left sullenly.

"Our score is about the same as Hufflepuff, and we defeated Slytherin again——" On the way back to the castle, Michael calculated the scores of the two games and said excitedly: "Maybe this time Ravenclaw Can hold the Quidditch Cup!"

"I haven't seen you so active in the Academy Cup!" Vader complained.

"How can this be the same?" Michael said disapprovingly: "I heard that Shuraya, a third-year student, said that even if she won the college cup, she would just change the decoration of the auditorium to the colors of her college during the final dinner—— has no meaning?"

In fact, many Ravenclaws, like Michael, have a dispensable attitude towards the House Cup. High scores are fine, low scores are fine, even being at the bottom does not matter, and they will not work hard in class. Strive for more points for your own academy.

"There are no other rewards for the Quidditch Cup!" Vader said.

"This is Quidditch!" Michael opened his eyes wide: "Winning the Quidditch Cup is the greatest honor."

Suddenly there was a loud laugh from the side.

Malfoy came over with two followers and said in a low voice: "You are so proud of just winning a game? Don't forget that the Academy Cup has been ours for the past six years! Ravenclaw's - "

He stared darkly at Vader and spat out one word with malice: "—Mudblood."

Michael whipped out his wand angrily: "How dare you—"

Malfoy jumped back and threatened: "The professor is right behind you, how dare you do anything?"

"What dare I not do!" Michael said angrily: "Just let the professor know what you said!"

He was about to recite a curse, but was held down by Vader.

"Malfoy." Vader said calmly, "You should really take a look in the mirror - see how ugly and despicable you look now."

Malfoy didn't know how to reply for a moment, and it took him a while to think of continuing to attack Vader's bloodline: "You - you filthy -"

But Wade and Michael had already walked past, as if the people in front of them were just weeds on the roadside.

Malfoy also heard him say: "Michael, when a vicious dog bites someone, just kick it away. You can't just lie down and bite it back, right?"

Michael didn't know whether it was because he was laughing too hard or because he had imagined such a scene, but he was immediately amused. Even some students passing by couldn't help laughing, and looked at a few Slytherins teasingly.

When Malfoy heard the laughter, he felt as if a steel knife had been scratched on his face. He was so angry that he trembled all over and almost cast a curse.

But in the end, it was the professor's presence nearby that was more intimidating, allowing Malfoy to suppress his temper.

He walked quickly towards the castle with his head sullen, gritting his teeth with hatred as he thought about the humiliation that Wade had given him twice. Crabbe and Goyle hurriedly followed, with silly expressions on their faces, as if they didn't understand anything.

When Malfoy heard the voices of the people around him, he felt like they were laughing at him. Suddenly, he really heard his name——

"Malfoy and Vader had another conflict... He must hate Vader now, right?" The girl's voice seemed worried.

Malfoy recognized the voice as Padma from Ravenclaw, who seemed to have a good relationship with Vader. He subconsciously hid behind a pillar to eavesdrop, and signaled Crabbe and Goyle to hide quickly.

The two fat boys looked at each other and hid themselves behind Malfoy, looking like they were skewering a bunch of candied haws.

Another similar voice - Parvati said: "Of course, after all, he is a pure-blood Malfoy!"

"You say, Malfoy is not still using the friend book invented by Vader?" Padma said.

"Huh?" Parvati was stunned for a moment, and said vaguely: "This... should be..."

"I don't think so either." Padma said with a smile: "Otherwise, he would be very ridiculous while scolding Vader and using something invented by Vader, right?"

"Right...right...right." Parvati stuttered.

She didn't understand - who would give up such a useful thing for a quarrel? And the friend book is not cheap...

But seeing Padma's determined look, and thinking about her unfinished potion homework, Parvati rationally closed her mouth.

Padma turned her eyes and saw a group of figures behind the pillar, and a sly smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

...

The girls left hand in hand.

Malfoy came out from behind the pillar, and his pale face turned red. He took out the friend book, tore it into pieces without hesitation, and threw it on the ground.

"Go and keep an eye on Weed Grey!" Malfoy said viciously, "See when he goes to the potion classroom! I will never let that guy go!"

In his mind, the most powerful and vicious spells he knew were running -

Killing Curse... Cruciatus Curse... Gut Pulling Curse... No, I can't do any of these... Teeth as Big Bludgeon... Leg Locking Curse... Blazing Fire...