Harry Potter: Even Voldemort Can't Stop Me from Studying

Wade didn't ask any more questions; he first looked down at the shopping list.

As a small village, Hogsmeade naturally couldn't compare to Diagon Alley, the commercial hub of the British wizarding world.

The number of shops wasn't vast, but though small, it was fully equipped. Almost all types of shops could be found, such as clothing stores, quill shops, magical equipment stores, post offices, pubs, tea rooms, and so on.

Of course, the most popular among students was definitely the sweet shop; the list of candies was long, summing up more items than all other categories combined.

Wade glanced at what others wanted to buy and couldn't help but ask, "So many things, can he even carry them all?"

"In the Hufflepuff common room, Cedric specifically said—" Theo chuckled, "He said—'Don't worry about whether my arms can carry it all, there's always the Levitation Charm!' Other third-year students also said they could help out and wouldn't let Cedric do all the hard work alone."

Michael lay slumped on the table, sighing weakly, "Oh—why don't we Ravenclaws have such enthusiastic seniors? They just give you a sidelong glance and say something like—'Don't worry, you'll be able to go in two years.' And then they say—'This is for your safety!' Not a single one offered to bring us some sweets! Ah, another day of wishing I was in Hufflepuff!"

Theo and Ryan exchanged glances, smiling with pride.

Hermione and Neville, however, both simultaneously thought of the Gryffindor prefect, Percy Weasley—"I'm a prefect, you have to listen to me!" "Do you want to get points deducted for the house?" "First-years, don't think about sneaking out; Filch will check everyone one by one and won't let anyone who shouldn't be out escape! Of course, I'll also help keep an eye on you troublemakers."

Or the two third-year Weasleys—"Of course, no problem, Dungbombs or Belching Powder?—What a brilliant idea! You'll give Filch a surprise! Fifteen Sickles, please!—I swear, it's only five Knuts more expensive than Hogsmeade!"

However, before they could even get the money, Percy discovered their proxy shopping. Most importantly, the twins were mostly buying prank products that would make Filch shriek, so the two brothers were chased all over the common room by their older brother.

Though Hermione and Neville were worlds apart in academic performance, they were, in some ways, both Gryffindor "outsiders." They swallowed their complaints about the Weasleys, but inwardly envied the Hufflepuff atmosphere.

Then Wade was heard to say with a laugh, "Michael, never mind envying Hufflepuff for having a senior willing to look after younger students—when we reach third year, would you be willing to proxy shop for various sweets for the younger Ravenclaws?"

"Are you kidding?" Michael said without hesitation. "That's so much trouble! I wouldn't want to spend my hard-earned weekend completing a task list!"

"So you see—we are self-absorbed Ravenclaws," Wade said flatly, choosing some items that others hadn't picked much, so they could trade later.

He just wondered if Cedric would be startled by Theo and Ryan's long list.

"Actually, I think you're just like Cedric, Wade."

After studying that day, Theo stayed behind specifically to tell Wade this.

"Hm?" Wade was still immersed in the Petrifying Charm at the time, having completely forgotten what everyone had said earlier.

Theo looked into his eyes and said earnestly, "Though I've never said it, the reason our SSC group gathered at all is entirely because of you, Wade—you always selflessly guide us in practicing spells and are willing to share your meticulously organized notes with us. I've never seen another Ravenclaw do that."

Wade was a little surprised. He looked at Theo, unsure what to say.

"Michael and Hermione are so smart; they play with us entirely because of you. I, Ryan, and Neville, the three of us weren't outstanding academically before; in some subjects, we were even at the bottom.

But thanks to your help, we've recently started earning some points for the house.

Professor Flitwick has praised us several times, and last Herbology class, Neville even dared to raise his hand to speak, and Professor Sprout even gave him a point."

Theo finally concluded, "Wade, you're a Ravenclaw, but you are definitely not self-centered or cold. You've helped us so much—I just wanted to tell you this."

For a long time after Theo left, Wade felt his heart filled with an inexplicable emotion.

He packed his things and left the Umbrella Room, seeing Claudia in the portrait strolling through the grass, a hint of melancholy shadowing her brow, her expression strikingly similar to the Lin Daiyu he remembered.

Watching the Umbrella Room door close, Wade muttered to himself, "How could it all be because of me that they gathered? Theo, that guy, surely he hasn't forgotten—he was the one who applied to Professor Sprout for this classroom!"

Miss Claudia remained silent as always. She never spoke to students, nor did she occasionally visit other portraits. She always stayed in this empty patch of grass. If she didn't occasionally walk around, she would be no different from a Muggle painting.

Cedric indeed kept his word. All the items Wade and the others had written on the list were bought back, and he didn't charge a single extra Knut.

"Oh my goodness, I'm flying!" Hermione exclaimed. The brown-haired girl had merely drunk a beverage and slowly floated up from the ground. Wade quickly reached out and pulled her down to prevent her from flying too high and getting hurt.

After a long while, the drink's magic faded, and Hermione slowly descended to the ground. She said a bit indignantly, "They should write usage instructions on the packaging!"

"That's so much fun, Hermione!" Michael said.

Hermione glared at him, her face flushed. "But I was wearing a skirt!"

Michael was speechless, looking down and saying, "I'm sorry—you're absolutely right."

"Everyone watch!" Theo shouted. "I'm going to eat this Pepper Imp!"

Everyone looked at him expectantly.

Theo tossed the candy into his mouth, chewed a few times, and his expression suddenly changed. The next second, fire shot out of his nose!

Everyone burst into laughter.

Michael grabbed a handful of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans and distributed them to everyone, eagerly saying, "Come on, try these Every Flavor Beans! Let's bet on who's the unluckiest!"

He was the first to pop one into his mouth. "Not bad, carrot flavored."

Ryan ate one, making a grimace. "Unlucky—earwax flavored."

Wade was curious. "How do you know what earwax tastes like?"

Ryan paused, looked up and around, then nonchalantly turned to Theo. "Quick, your turn."

Theo ate his with a grin. "Hmm—melon flavored! Lucky!"

Hermione also ate one. "Beef flavored, not good, not bad."

Neville, however, looked at the yellow Every Flavor Bean in his hand with dread, muttering, "It's not always going to be me who's unlucky, is it?" He swallowed it with his eyes closed, then his tongue shot out, and he cried incoherently, "Water, water, water!"

"Did you get the dirt flavor?" Michael handed him water, asking curiously.

Neville, tearing up after chugging a large glass of water, said, "It was super spicy chili!"

Everyone looked at Wade.

Wade looked at the Every Flavor Beans with disdain. He had never eaten this wizarding specialty because he'd heard that Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans even had vomit flavor—what kind of prankster mentality did the manufacturers have?

But everyone was waiting for him. After some mental preparation, Wade finally tossed a bean into his mouth.

"What flavor is it?" his friends asked curiously.

Wade breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "It's the taste of snow."

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