Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying - Chapter 351

Chapter 351 He is Wade Gray

It was dark just now, and the bats were small, so he didn’t see the other person’s name clearly. When he heard the voice suddenly, he couldn’t help but take a step forward and tried to look at the other person.

But before doing so, Wade suddenly became alert, he stopped and listened quietly.

At the same time, the desperate and haggard face of his father’s friend, Uncle Langdon, appeared in his mind.

He hadn’t heard about that man for a long time.

To this day, Wade couldn’t confirm whether Langdon really had a problem, or whether all his abnormalities were just because he was about to be driven crazy by the cruel reality.

Khalil didn’t seem to have considered what would happen to his parents after he left home. His voice was as always, with an upward tone, and he sounded full of energy.

Another slightly hoarse voice sounded in the cave: “Well done, Khalil.”

While this person was speaking, there were strange screams and roars from inside.

Wade was stunned, and finally he quietly stuck his head out.

In the dark and damp cave, there was a half-man-high flow mirror, and the mirror showed the scene of Hogsmeade.

Hagrid and Lupin fought from one end of the street to the other, and the camera followed the werewolf all the time. Wade even saw the tops of the Weasley brothers’ heads in the corner.

Wade was slightly startled, and then frowned.

It was not strange that the other party had a flow mirror in his hand, but they could “live broadcast” the scene of Hogsmeade, which proved that they had at least one mother mirror, and the picture taken by this mother mirror did not pass through the transfer platform of Aslan Magic Workshop.

He subconsciously wanted to investigate, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt helpless.

In order to record as many programs that wizards like as possible, Aslan sent out dozens of reporters, distributed all over the world.

Some bold guys would deliberately go deep into some dangerous places, such as the dragon’s lair, and it was also common to lose the mother mirror or cause it to be damaged.

Needless to say, the most important thing for any invention is creativity. Once the finished product appears, it will become much easier to imitate.

Wade concentrated and looked at it.

The man with the hoarse voice was a middle-aged man with a little baldness on his head, droopy eyes, messy stubble, and a striking hooked nose.

He wore a loose shirt, a brown jacket, and dark jeans, and dressed like a telephone operator facing a midlife crisis.

[Hasger Granwhite], this is his name.

He was sitting on a stone, looking at the picture in the mirror.

Khalil, with golden brown hair, sat cross-legged on the ground, with a smile on his pale face, as if he thought the people who fled in panic in the mirror were ridiculous.

He held a can of Coke in his hand, and muttered while looking at the camera: “Go! Bite him! Bite him! What kind of werewolf is it if you only use claws!”

In the picture, the werewolf has been subdued by Hagrid and raised high.

Khalil groaned and said dissatisfiedly: “It’s useless! He didn’t kill anyone, and didn’t even bite anyone. I really suspect that his teeth are just for show!”

“It’s normal.” Granwhite said calmly: “After all, this is near Hogwarts. I don’t know how many powerful wizards are hiding here. Pack up and go, Khalil.”

“Huh? Now?” Khalil said reluctantly: “I want to see the ending of the werewolf again – to see if he will be sentenced by the wizard he trusts.”

“You can also know the result by reading the newspaper.”

Granwhite was very determined. Khalil got up and helped pack up – tent, kettle, sleeping bag, coffee pot…

They also cleaned up all the traces they left in the cave, and didn’t even want to leave a hair.

Wade nudged himself into the pile of dead leaves to avoid being noticed by the two men.

He found that the two people in the cave actually mastered magic, and unlike those wild wizards who were often only good at single-digit magic, they mastered a comprehensive spell and their movements were very standard.

Cleansing spell, floating spell, restoration spell, flying spell, sorting spell…

Caryl’s proficiency in using various spells even exceeded that of ordinary third-year students.

But their spells were not very smooth, just like Neville before, sometimes working and sometimes not.

Wade saw at a glance that this was because the wands in their hands were not very handy.

Granwhite and Caryl did not have magic tents either. They used ordinary tents bought from Muggle stores, and the packages they carried with them did not cast the traceless extension spell.

Therefore, after packing up, each of them had a huge package in front of them. But even Caryl did not look embarrassed, and they easily carried the package.

Granwhite went to pack up the flow mirror last. In the picture, Hagrid had already entered the Hog’s Head with a werewolf. Once the door was closed, the camera behind could not be shot.

Granwhite couldn’t help but say: “What a pity… that half-blood giant turned out to be one of theirs.”

“Half-blood giant? No wonder that guy is so tall, he can subdue a mad werewolf with just a pair of fists.”

Caryl said in surprise: “The giants I have seen are all roaring fools, this guy seems to have a brain?”

“Yes.” Granwhite looked very regretful: “He should have been our companion… It’s a pity that we didn’t find him early.”

“Don’t feel sorry for him! Look at him standing in front of those wizards – he has been completely brainwashed and is willing to be a wizard’s dog!” Caryl said disdainfully.

“There’s nothing we can do. Not everyone can see the reality of this world as clearly as we do.”

Gran White said, pressing his palm on the top of the flow mirror, and the mirror shrank to the size of a palm and was put away by him.

“This flow mirror is really good, much more convenient than a camera.” Caryl watched from the side with his arms folded, and said: “It’s a pity that it’s too expensive… Damn wizards, more greedy than capitalists!”

Gran White looked at him strangely.

“What’s wrong?” Caryl asked strangely.

“Do you know who invented this thing?” Gran White asked.

“Hmm? I seem to have heard of it…” Caryl tried to recall and said, “It seems to be an old man named Murray?”

“No, you remembered it wrong.” Granwhite said: “The person who invented him was not Terrence Murray, but Murray’s student in recent years, Vid Gray.”

“Vid Gray?” Caryl was stunned, then laughed: “Coincidentally, I also know a person with this name… but I haven’t seen him for a long time.”

“Then you may have a chance to meet him this time.” Granwhite said.

Caryl was puzzled: “What do you mean?”

“Because the Vid Gray I’m talking about is the person you know – he is in Hogwarts!”