Hogwarts: Even Voldemort Can't Stop Me From Studying

”Master must be exhausted these days,” the Cloak said. ”Don’t disturb him. Take these things to the next room; I’m going to turn off the light!”

The Cube replied, speechless. ”Are you going to let the master lie on the floor all night? Humans are different from us! If he wakes up like this, he’ll definitely feel uncomfortable all over... Just wait.”

It left the wardrobe space, stood in the center of the dormitory, and called out, ”Zoe? Zoe?”

The House-Elf appeared with a ”pop” in the corner of the room, asking, ”I’m here, what’s up?” She looked around, ”Mr. Gray isn’t in the dormitory?”

”Master is asleep, and I’d like to ask for your help to move him to the bed,” said the Cube.

”Alright,” Zoe said happily. ”Zoe is willing to help.”

Before long, Vid floated out of the wardrobe space, lying quietly on the bed, covered with a fluffy, soft quilt.

Seeing that the master indeed wasn’t woken up, the Cube secretly praised its wise decision, grabbed the Cloak that wanted to return to the wardrobe space, and, together with Zoe, helped Vid pack his luggage for home.

...

”Slumbering” Vid was unaware of the experience of being moved around by the House-Elf and Poppet.

At this moment, he’s standing in a long corridor, staring at the countless doors on either side, utterly bewildered.

He only remembers reciting a Spell sorted out by the Cube... He had tried many times before, and the repeated experiments and failures had made the spellcasting almost mechanical.

Suddenly, as if in a daze, he found himself on this seemingly endless corridor.

The walls on either side were ivory white, with no extra decorations, and from time to time, he could see streams of white light darting like little fish across the walls.

Vid looked up, seeing a ceiling that was a flowing, magnificent starry sky, as if the entire galaxy had been pulled right before his eyes, breathtakingly splendid.

— Am I dreaming?

Vid couldn’t help but wonder, pinching himself hard, the sharp pain made him gasp.

It wasn’t a dream.

Is this the effect of that necklace?

The runes on the necklace had been analyzed repeatedly. The Unspeakables from the Department of Mysteries had interpreted them from various angles, confirming there were no attack spells on it, and it wouldn’t cause any harm to anyone.

Vid steadied himself, not overly worried, and casually started walking forward.

The doors on either side looked identical, but as he walked past, he noticed each had different symbolic patterns, with some even changing colors.

Vid randomly chose a door, seeing a windmill pattern on it that looked like a four-leaf clover. He gently pushed it, and the door smoothly opened.

Before him appeared a long street, the buildings on either side seemed somewhat old, and the edges of the paving stones on the ground were curling up.

A mother and child were walking from the other side of the street, the child holding a colorful plastic windmill, puffing his cheeks to blow it while the mother beside him held his hand, smiling warmly at him.

The child excitedly said, ”Mom, look, it’s spinning so fast!”

”Yes, because you’re blowing it so hard!” the mother replied gently.

The child innocently asked, ”Will it get tired? Would it want to rest for a while?”

The mother chuckled, pointing to the child’s cheek, and said, ”When you feel your cheeks getting a bit sore, that’s when it wants to rest too!”

”Well, I’m not tired yet,” the child said. ”I can blow it for a while longer!”

The colorful windmill spun once more, and they chatted and laughed as they walked past Vid, seemingly unaware of his presence.

Vid looked at the mother, eyes shining incredulously, everything around him blurred except for her clear smiling face.

His lips moved ever so slightly, whispering in barely audible words, ”Mom...”