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

Wade suddenly turned to look at Michael.

Michael gazed at him strangely. "—Have you really never thought of confronting him about it?"

Wade: ...

He really hadn't.

The plot he knew had, to some extent, clouded his thinking. Wade had known from the start that Voldemort was attached to the back of Quirrell's head and that no one would die this year. He carried the superiority of a "transmigrator" and "seer," even approaching it with a game-like mindset. When he unexpectedly discovered Voldemort's secret, he simply attributed it to his own carelessness, not blaming anyone else.

Now, under Michael's gaze, he carefully went over the entire incident from the beginning, including his own thoughts, Dumbledore's possible considerations, and the ultimate fates of these characters in the original plot.

He found that he still wouldn't question or resent Dumbledore.

"Why?" Michael asked, puzzled. "He's the Headmaster; he should protect our safety."

"What would I gain by questioning him?" Wade asked seriously. "To see Dumbledore repent? Or to have him apologize to me? What good would that do? Would resenting Dumbledore for this help us avoid danger in the future?"

Michael was speechless.

"Dwelling on what's already happened is pointless, Michael," Wade finally said. "Yelling at the only person who can protect us, questioning him, resisting him, would be even more foolish. Only the favored can act without fear; since we aren't favored, we shouldn't indulge in expressing our emotions."

Michael was silent for a long time, then quietly asked, "Don't you feel wronged?"

"No," Wade said. "If I learned anything from this, it's this:

"First, don't pin all your hopes on others."

"Second, only those with power can act as they please."

"Third... when you can't beat someone, you just have to endure it."

"That's just how the world is—always has been."

Wade spoke rationally to Michael, but in truth, he wasn't entirely unaffected.

Several nights, when he woke in the middle of the night, dreams of green light, symbolizing death, flickered through his mind. Sometimes it was the grotesque, cruel voice of the noseless, bald monster.

In the latter half of the night, Wade would lie awake, staring at the stars on the ceiling, unable to sleep, eventually getting up to read.

He began dedicating more time to his studies and alchemy.

In the last week before Christmas, Wade finally completed his first alchemical creation.

On a pale yellow parchment, golden lines formed incredibly complex and regular geometric patterns. Inner and outer circles rotated slowly at different speeds, and ancient runes flickered with golden light.

Wade clearly saw the flow of magic within it, the way the spells operated. He could even vaguely sense where adjustments were needed and where materials should be replaced.

After some time, his eyes felt strained, and he closed them to rest for a while. When he looked again, before him was just an ordinary piece of parchment.

After independently completing his first alchemical work, Wade's eyes underwent another change, acquiring a new function.

Following his ability to see others' true names and the methods of spellcasting, Wade discovered he could now also see the magical diagrams, patterns of magic flow, spells used, and runes inscribed within alchemical items.

However, it required intense, concentrated "seeing." If his attention wavered even slightly, this special vision disappeared.

In a way, this was a good thing, but Wade truly wished his magical ability came with an instruction manual.

At first, he thought he would be well-suited to be an Auror—no Polyjuice Potion, no human transfiguration could escape his sight.

Later, he thought he might be suitable as a teacher; every student would receive one-on-one, targeted tutoring, leading to an excellence rate of at least ninety percent, if not a hundred.

Now, Wade felt he was likely a born alchemist.

But if he had never encountered alchemy in this life, wouldn't he have forever been oblivious to the even more wondrous things his eyes could perceive?

During his Thursday tutoring session, he handed his repeatedly adjusted work to Professor Morrie.

"Oh, let's see... a piece of parchment?"

Professor Morrie put on his spectacles, stopping Wade's attempt to explain, and first slowly stroked the seemingly ordinary parchment with his slender fingers.

"Hmm... ordinary parchment, with a little mercury, Stone Scale Fish oil, and Mountain Rat Grass; none are special materials," Professor Morrie murmured a spell, his fingers gently swaying as he examined the magical circuits on it. "Transfiguration Charm, Association Charm, Disappearance Charm... and also an Obscuring Charm... very clever—a very clever idea—"

He looked at Wade with delighted, sparkling eyes. "I suppose you have another identical piece of parchment in your hand, right?"

"Yes, Professor," Wade smiled, pulling out a self-bound notebook from his bag. "Actually, I have a whole stack of them!"

Professor Morrie smiled. He sat down, thought carefully for a moment, then wrote a sentence on the paper in his hand:

"Outstanding intellect is humanity's greatest treasure."

The strong, vigorous script appeared simultaneously on both pieces of parchment, identical in content and position.

"So it is," Professor Morrie re-examined. "The structure of the magic circuit is very stable; even I couldn't change anything now... it's almost unrestricted by distance, capable of transmitting information instantly—"

As he spoke, he stood up, pacing back and forth across the room several times, muttering words no one could understand, his eyebrows practically flying up.

After a while, Professor Morrie suddenly turned, strode towards Wade, gripped his shoulders, and said excitedly, "Child! Do you know? You will change the world! This is a great invention that can change the world! Merlin! It's more meaningful than all my inventions to date!"

"Unbelievable, you're only eleven years old!"

"This is a piece of parchment, but it's more than just a piece of parchment! It will change the way all wizards communicate!"

"Why did no one think of it before? It's so simple, yet so great!"

Watching Professor Morrie's gleaming eyes and somewhat frantic demeanor, Wade's heart began to pound fiercely. He forced himself not to step back, his fingers slightly curled, almost unable to resist reaching for his wand.

In an instant, countless precedents flashed through his mind—like Song Zhiwen who "murdered with poetry," or Newton who suppressed and persecuted other scholars.

Wade's guard instantly shot up, as if he was back on that day—hearing Voldemort's voice through a wall.

Dumbledore's calm, light blue eyes seemed to be gazing at him.

Wade secretly clutched a button-sized bean—his prepared safety net.

He tried his best to remain humble and composed, smiling, "It's not really my invention—I merely drew inspiration from Muggle network communication. Without your meticulous guidance, Professor, I wouldn't have been able to create it successfully."