Hogwarts: Not Even Voldemort Can Stop My Learning

Wade had barely stepped through the door when Harry, who had been sitting, immediately jumped up. "Wade's here! Is it time to go?"

It was a damp, cold November day, but a thin sheen of cold sweat had broken out on Harry's forehead.

Professor McGonagall glanced at the time.

"Sirius's trial is still an hour away… but I imagine you don't have the patience to wait here. We might as well head out early."

She saw the expressions on Harry's face and the others', then changed her mind.

"But in truth, even now, I still don't think you should attend this trial, Mr. Potter."

"Professor…" Harry's eyes widened as he looked at her.

Professor McGonagall sighed. "Remember what I told you. In court, some people might say things that… well… might make you uncomfortable. Remember it's just rhetoric, don't take it to heart, and remain restrained and polite."

"I understand, Professor."

Harry clearly hadn't paid much attention; his mind was already soaring towards the Ministry of Magic.

"Alright then… let's go…"

Professor McGonagall looked as if she wanted to hug him, but ultimately restrained herself.

She took out a bag of Floo Powder and said, "Just for today, my office is connected to the Floo Network… you all know how to use it, right?"

"Of course… See you later, Professor."

Lupin said politely. He took a pinch of Floo Powder, sprinkled it into the fire, stepped in, and clearly stated, "Ministry of Magic Atrium!"

The flames roared up, and in an instant, Lupin vanished.

Harry eagerly walked over and sprinkled the Floo Powder.

"I wish you all the best." Professor McGonagall looked at him, her eyes filled with tenderness and pity.

"See you in a few hours, Professor." Harry smiled and added, "Also, I've finished my Transfiguration Class homework, Professor!"

"Ministry of Magic Atrium!"

The flames swallowed Harry's figure, leaving only Wade.

"Mr. Gray," Professor McGonagall said, "Although I'm also a Gryffindor, I must say—some Gryffindors are easily swayed by emotion. If… and I mean if… the trial's outcome isn't what we hope for, I hope you can help them maintain their composure."

"I will, Professor."

Wade also sprinkled the Floo Powder.

"Ministry of Magic Atrium!"

The green flames reflected Professor McGonagall's dark green robes, and Wade saw her deep blue eyes.

Her lips were tightly sealed, her eyes revealed deep worry, and her fingers were crossed as if in prayer.

As the green flames surrounded him, Wade, with his eyes closed, suddenly realized that both people being tried today had been in Gryffindor when they were students… both were Professor McGonagall's students.

They had both mastered Animagus at a young age and must have performed exceptionally well in Transfiguration Class. They had probably made the professor both frustrated and proud.

But times had changed, and the outcome had become something no one wanted to see.

Professor McGonagall must surely want to attend the trial, too?

But she was the Deputy Headmistress; when Dumbledore wasn't at school, she had to stay here and couldn't leave.

Wade thought again about his plan to improve the Two-Way Mirror.

Professor Murray had once explained the principles behind the Two-Way Mirror's creation to him. If he could successfully repair the Two-Way Mirror this time, he could begin the next phase of his plan.

Improving the Two-Way Mirror, changing it from a one-to-one connection to a one-to-many, to achieve a live broadcast function in the wizarding world.

What a pity… Sirius's trial was a major event…

...

Wade stepped out of the fireplace into a magnificent atrium. The walls and ceiling were adorned with peacock-blue bricks, and golden symbols slowly shifted and moved across them.

Rows of fireplaces were embedded in the paneling, with wizards constantly emerging from them. The fireplace Wade and the others used was separate, and a sign hung beside it—

[Visitors].

"Hello." A young, plump witch sat behind a desk, wearing pale blue robes, speaking listlessly. "Please register here."

"Hello, madam," Lupin stepped forward and said, "Remus Lupin, Harry Potter, Wade Gray, here to observe the trial of Sirius Black."

"What… Oh, my goodness!"

The witch's eyes immediately widened. She completely ignored Lupin, her eyes darting back and forth between the two students twice, finally settling on Harry.

"You're Harry Potter!"

She gasped, taking a short, sharp breath.

After a two-second愣, the witch suddenly jumped up, extending her hands. "Hello, Mr. Potter! I grew up listening to your stories! It's wonderful to meet you!"

"Uh…" Harry awkwardly shook her hand. "Hello… madam…"

"I'm Louise Wenger." The witch introduced herself, tears of excitement welling in her eyes. "It's such an honor! I actually get to shake your hand!"

"Um…" Harry had to remind her, "We're here for Sirius's trial."

"Oh, right. Look at me, damn it, I almost forgot the main business. Follow me, please follow me, Mr. Potter."

Wenger spoke incoherently, leading the three of them towards the end of the hall, explaining as they went:

"Visitors need to be checked at the security desk and register their wands. Of course, Mr. Potter and your companions certainly won't have any issues, but those are the rules."

Wade looked back.

Behind them, green sparks flared up in the fireplace again. A wizard and a witch emerged one after another. When they went to register, they found no one there and were momentarily stunned, standing in place as if at a loss.

"Other wizards have come out of the fireplace," Wade reminded the witch, "Is it alright if you temporarily leave your post?"

"It's fine, I'm just making them wait a little while," Wenger waved her hand dismissively, then eagerly pressed Harry, "Mr. Potter, I heard you were sorted into Gryffindor, just like your parents?"

"Y-yes…"

Harry said awkwardly.

"Are you enjoying school life? I heard you grew up in the Muggle world, how was your life there…"

Wade looked at Lupin, who shrugged helplessly.

Fortunately, they finally reached the security desk, and Wenger had to stop her incessant questioning. She pulled over a dozing wizard and instructed him to politely check the three of them.

"This is Mr. Harry Potter!"

Wenger's face was flushed with excitement, and she spoke in a voice brimming with suppressed enthusiasm.

The wizard's eyes instantly widened.

Wade and Lupin, anticipating a new wave of fan-girling, simultaneously took a step back.

"Goodbye," Wenger cheerfully waved to them, saying, "Remember to come back this way when you leave! Mr. Potter, could you sign an autograph for me then?"

"…Alright," Harry could only say.

Wenger was overjoyed, practically skipping back to her post.

"M-Mr. Potter!" The wizard had already extended his hand, "I'm Hansen, it's an honor to meet you!"

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