Hogwarts: Even Voldemort Can't Stop Me From Studying

”Master, I’m not used to you looking like this.”

The cloak’s collar was up, and Vid heard it making a soft sound.

”Don’t talk nonsense,” Vid said. ”Make yourself look more ordinary.”

”Wouldn’t it be better to turn invisible?”

The cloak mumbled, as if dyed, changing from top to bottom into ordinary black, almost blending into the night.

Vid looked around, casually helping up a young student who had fallen, and asked, ”Are you okay?”

”I’m alright...” the girl said as she looked up, and saw the face of the young wizard in front of her. She immediately shouted, ”You, you’re Harry Potter!”

In the dark night, people instantly looked over in that direction.

Harry had appeared on the Flow Mirror several times and was already a bona fide world-class ”celebrity wizard,” recognizable even by students from other countries.

Vid frowned and said, ”It’s chaotic here; you should head into the forest quickly.”

”Okay, okay.”

The girl agreed, her eyes fixed on his face. She was pushed by Vid, and then clumsily staggered towards the woods.

Vid looked around and, like the other kind-hearted wizards, ran toward the most chaotic place.

However, compared to others, his stature was noticeably shorter.

Vid had just used the Stunning Spell to knock down a Leprechaun when suddenly his arm was grabbed by someone. He turned his head and saw it was Sirius.

”Harry!” The person behind shouted worriedly, ”What are you doing here? Never mind, come with me!”

He pulled Vid into the woods, and Vid didn’t resist, just watching his back with a touch of disdain in his eyes.

While running past a palace-style tent, the man suddenly let out an ”Ouch,” fell, and rolled into the shadow behind the tent, clutching his leg and groaning in pain.

”What’s wrong?” Vid asked caringly from a distance.

”My leg... I think my leg is broken.” He extended his hand and, with difficulty, said, ”Give me a hand, Harry.”

”Oh.” Vid responded, reaching out to pat him, but withdrew his hand before the man could hold it.

The man grabbed at thin air, looking at Vid’s earnest and caring face in doubt, thinking maybe he had said ”Give me a hand,” when he meant ”Give me five.”

—Should I say it again?

He pretended to be in pain but was about to speak when Vid suddenly dug into his pocket and handed him something.

The man looked down... why does it look like a badge?

”What’s this?” He held the badge, asking instinctively.

”A one-way ticket,” Vid waved his hand with a smile, ”Have a good trip, Mr. Trokka.”

Disguised as Sirius, Gall Trocar looked up in astonishment, ”How did you—”

Before he could finish, he felt like there was suddenly a strong hook pulling from behind his navel, lifting him off the ground!

”Bang!”

The vampire fell to the ground, rolled twice, and lifted his head to see in front of him a huge stove with coals burning golden-red, so hot it seemed to singe hair.

Gall quickly scrambled back a couple of steps, his head hitting someone’s leg.

He turned his head and saw an old man wearing strange protective glasses, holding a long-necked glass bottle, looking down at him.

”...Vid?” the old man tentatively called softly.

”Vid Gray?”

Gall was startled, hurriedly looking around, afraid he’d see a terrifying face when he turned.

But there wasn’t.

”No?” Vorvillet whispered in disappointment, ”I thought Vid finally used the Portkey I gave him... Who are you, young man?”

”I...” Gall looked at him, heart pounding, intending to probe the man’s identity when the door was pushed open.

”Petrificus Totalus!”

Before he could see the intruder’s face, a spell hit him, making Gall fall straight to the ground like a board, limbs pressed tightly against his body unable to move, only his eyeballs spinning.

”I’ll take this guy, Vorvillet,” Antoine dragged Gall by one leg towards the door, saying with a smile, ”He’s a wanted man. Vid couldn’t deal with him now, so he sent him over.”

”Oh, oh.”

Vorvillet didn’t really understand the situation, but since it wasn’t Vid, he didn’t bother asking more, just picked up the badge Gall threw to the ground, blowing on it and rubbing it twice with his thumb.

”That brat, throwing around something I gave him to save his life.”

The old man grumbled, re-enchanting the badge with the Portkey spell, placing it in a small bag labeled ”Vid Gray (Recipient),” and handing it to an owl.

Watching the gray bird fly away, Vorvillet couldn’t help but sigh, softly speaking to himself:

”Being noticed by Gellert isn’t an easy matter... Vid, you must take care of yourself!”

...

Two flowers bloom, expressing separate stories.

Wanting to catch a big fish, but accidentally catching a shrimp, Vid continued pretending to be Harry wandering around, while on the other side of the camp, the real Sirius found himself in a highly embarrassing situation.

Two and a half hours ago, the match ended, people leaving the stadium, knowing Harry’s safety was assured by the Weasleys. Sirius discreetly followed the departing Malfoy family.

The crowd thronged the road, Lucius Malfoy completely unaware he was being followed.

Actually, this environment itself made tracking difficult. After leaving the stadium not even five meters, Sirius lost sight of the family due to the crowd.

But he wasn’t worried at all; a shift of his body, and the crowded crowd included a large Black dog. His Animagus transfiguration was exceptionally skilled, the night was dark, and no one noticed.

The Black dog sniffed the air, tracing the scent of perfume, confidently moving through people’s legs and soon found the family with their pale golden hair.

Draco Malfoy swung his Magic Wand, unconsciously mimicking Krum’s dive in the stadium, excitedly saying:

”I thought he was going to crash and die—perfect Langkis feint! Genius tactics! If I could master this technique, I wouldn’t lose to that scar-head Potter in a match!”

”And then?” Lucius Malfoy interrupted, coldly saying, ”One careless move and you’d break your neck? Draco, I thought you knew—Quidditch is just a game; you don’t need such risky stunts to please the audience!”

”I...” Draco Malfoy stubbornly said, ”I just... I just want to beat Potter! I hate losing to him!”

”Then practice your Magic Spells more!” Lucius Malfoy said unpleasantly, ”I’d prefer you achieve better grades than Harry Potter, or beat him flat in a duel!”

Draco’s pale face immediately turned red.

”Your father’s right, Draco,” his mother Narcissa said gently, smoothing her son’s wind-tousled hair with elegant fingers, ”Don’t risk your life for such a game; the Quidditch World Cup isn’t more important than your safety, especially for just a school game.”

The Black dog sneezed scornfully, glancing disdainfully at the spoiled blond boy.

During the conversation, they had reached a quiet corridor, separating from the other viewers.

”Narcissa, take Draco into the forest, don’t come back until the chaos ends,” Lucius said, then looked at his son and added, ”Follow your mother, don’t roam around, or you lose your allowance next term!”

Pale-faced Narcissa had disapproval in her eyes but didn’t say anything, just nodded silently, and Draco immediately asked, ”Dad, what are you going to do?”

Lucius Malfoy leaned on his cane, showing a cold smile.

”The night of revelry needs a little extra entertainment,” he said, ”We plan to find some Muggles... to spice things up.”