Chapter 383 Help【Two in One】

Dumbledore folded his hands on his stomach and lowered his eyes in thought.

Vader continued: "I don't know if my suspicion of Professor Abigail is right, but I know...those guys are coveting the golem's technology, and so far, among the people who have shown unusual interest in the golem, This professor is the most suspicious."

Is it necessary to use a golem to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts?

Of course not, many monsters can be found in the Forbidden Forest or the Black Lake. If that doesn't work, ask Hagrid to get them, and real monsters can help students learn more.

Even if it was because of Professor Abigail's unique teaching style, given her character, she should have gone to the Forbidden Forest to grab a few more red hats as a "surprise" for the students instead of asking Wade to help make teaching aids.

Of course, the main reason why Wade was suspicious was because she was the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

This cursed course has a strong attracting effect on all kinds of problem people, and no one has ever been able to stay in this position for a full year.

Of course, Abigail is neither a vampire nor a werewolf, and there is no evidence that she is related to the first two, which is why Vader and Dumbledore are still unsure.

…

The wind was howling, the thunder was rolling, and when I stayed in the room, I could see huge raindrops hitting the glass windows.

This made Michael very embarrassed when he woke up. He sat in the lounge with messy hair, looking at the bad weather outside, his eyes dull.

Hearing footsteps on the spiral staircase, Michael turned his head and saw Wade.

"Good morning, Vader." Michael said, "Look, the weather is so bad today, the Quidditch match won't be able to go on normally, right?"

"Huh?" Wade asked inexplicably, "Is there any precedent for school games to be canceled due to weather?"

He really doesn't understand the detailed rules in this regard.

Michael sighed: "No... I don't want to miss the game, and I don't want to get caught in the rain."

"Bring an umbrella," Vader said shortly.

Michael curled his lips and said, "It's raining so heavily, even holding an umbrella is of little use."

Wade spread his hands: "Then I have no choice. Either watch the game in the rain, or give up the game and stay comfortably in the lounge. You have to choose one."

He knew that Michael was just complaining and would eventually choose to watch the game because he was a senior Quidditch fan, even though his own skills were not very good.

Sure enough, even though Michael groaned and seemed to grow up on the sofa in front of the fireplace, when Wade was ready to go out, he still followed him while complaining.

"Vade, can the weather spell change this horrible weather?"

"able."

"Then can you..."

"No. The weather spell can change the weather, but my spell can't change it on such a large scale."

"Oh...Vide, did you forget to bring your umbrella?"

"I don't have to - I'm not going to the game."

Michael became even more depressed.

The two arrived at the auditorium quickly, and then Michael's spirit suddenly improved - because he saw someone even more unlucky than himself.

Members of the Gryffindor and Slytherin teams had already come to have breakfast, and the two sides were trying to kill each other with their looks across the long table.

And when Michael thought that these people would have to brave the storm and rain to compete, he felt that it would be nothing if he got caught in the rain.

Khalil was also at the Gryffindor table. He was sitting next to Harry, dancing and talking to him.

"Hey, if you can't see clearly, others must not be able to see clearly either. Then it's time to compete with your eyesight..."

"Thank you, Khalil." Harry said with a bitter look on his face: "My eyesight is probably the worst of the two teams."

As he spoke, he pushed up his glasses.

"That's what I want to say! Why not turn your glasses into waterproof telescopes? If you can make it automatically track the Golden Snitch, that would be even better! Lock the battle situation directly!"

Harry stared at him blankly, his heart moved shamefully.

But soon, he came back to his senses, shook his head and said, "No, this must be against the rules!"

"Oh, it's raining so hard. Who can tell that your glasses are different from usual? Everyone knows that you usually wear glasses..."

In the middle of his persuasion, Khalil saw Vader and Michael coming in. He raised his arms happily to say hello, and sat down on the Ravenclaw table without anyone else, and told Vader his thoughts.

"You think so? Doesn't it make sense? Equipment is also part of the game!" Khalil said plausibly.

Michael nodded again and again, but hesitated: "Although...but...if the professor sees it, he might be disqualified..."

"Hey, let's talk about it if you can see it!" Khalil asked enthusiastically: "Vade, can you make telescope glasses that look like ordinary glasses?"

After Wade swallowed the toast, he said, "Yes, but it's not necessary...Give me the plate of boiled pea pods you have."

"This?" Khalil handed over the boiled pea pods.

Vader tapped it with his wand, and the peas inside lined up and came out, leaving only the empty pods.

He then transformed a pile of pea pods into windproof goggles and added a waterproof and moisture-proof spell.

"Take them, these goggles will last at least until tomorrow morning," Wade said.

Khalil cheered: "Awesome, Vader, you are really our savior!"

He hugged the goggles and ran back to the Gryffindor table. When he told Wood and others, the people on the Gryffindor team were very excited and made a gesture of thanks to Wade.

"Put it away! Put it away!" When the Weasley twins were about to put on their goggles, Wood said quickly: "This is our secret weapon for victory. Don't let the Slytherins discover it!"

The Gryffindors nodded solemnly, hid their goggles in their pockets, and looked at the Slytherin table with a confident smile.

In the end, there were two more goggles, so Khalil kept one for himself and gave the other to Michael. He said happily: "Now I don't have to worry about the rain hitting my eyes while watching the game!"

Seeing Khalil running back to the Gryffindor table, staying harmoniously among everyone like a member of the team, Michael whispered to Wade:

"I kind of know why this transfer student is so popular in Gryffindor... He treats other people's affairs as enthusiastically as his own. Of course everyone likes to be friends with him."

"Um."

Vader nodded. He remembered that when he was a child, Khalil also had many friends, at least many more than Vader.

A burst of aroma wafted up - Padmam passed in front of them without squinting, and then sat on the farthest side of the long table.

The smile disappeared from Michael's face and he fiddled with the steak on his plate as if he didn't see anything.

Vader sighed and also tapped Michael's umbrella with his wand.

"I cast a spell on your umbrella. When it's open, it's big enough to cover two people, and it won't be affected by the strong wind."

Vader said: "You should take this opportunity to reconcile with Padma as soon as possible... The state you two are in is making other people feel uncomfortable as well."

Michael nodded silently.

…

After breakfast, the students walked towards the Quidditch pitch one after another. The wind and rain were still violent, and many people's umbrellas were swept away by the strong wind halfway.

But even so, the students would rather go forward soaked in the wind than return to the warm and dry lounge.

Vader walked to the Room of Requirement alone.

Although there is already a call headset, Wade has not stopped improving the Book of Friends, but has continued, and it has almost been completed recently.

In fact, the profits of the Book of Friends have been very slim since its development, and the emergence of a large number of counterfeit products has also squeezed the small market.

But Wade believes that no matter how convenient a phone headset is, there must be a place for it in the Book of Friends.

Even if in the future, products similar to mobile phones appear in the magical world and the Book of Friends has to withdraw from the stage of history, Vader hopes that its withdrawal will be dignified, rather than being abandoned and forgotten like an unfinished project.

"Bang!"

An object suddenly hit the nearby glass heavily. Wade was startled. He looked up and saw an owl with messy feathers lying outside the window, staring at him with round eyes.

Wade raised his hand, and the closed window suddenly opened, and the owl burst in with the sound of wind and heavy rain!

The icy cold wind instantly caused Vader's robe to bulge. He waved his hand to close the window and at the same time caught the messenger falling from the sky.

The owl was very thin and cold. It was shivering from the cold and completely collapsed from exhaustion, but it still managed to lift its paws and handed him the small cylinder tied to its talons.

Wade took the cylinder, muttered a spell, and brushed his palm over the owl.

The cold rain disappeared, and its body became warm again.

The owl looked around in surprise, and then found a small pile of owl food in front of him, and immediately lowered his head to eat.

Only then did Wade take out the letter from the cylinder.

Inside was a piece of white paper rolled into a long and thin strip. He rubbed it with his fingers. The surface of the paper had a rough texture, similar to the feel of parchment, but it lacked the unique warmth.

Vader felt vaguely enlightened.

Presumably this is a copycat version of the Book of Friends.

Wade took the owl and found an empty classroom to sit down. Then he tested it several times with his wand before picking up a pen and writing a "?"

He did not write his name hastily.

After nearly half a minute, a line of messy words finally appeared on it——

【Help! Help me! He]

Wade stared at the hastily ended "He", not knowing whether it was because the word "Help" was not finished, or whether it was referring to a certain "him".

He picked up a pen and wrote: [Calm down, who are you? What kind of help do you need? Why are you looking for me? 】

After a while, new, crooked words appeared on the paper:

[I am the one who was given an invisibility cloak by you - I am a beetle wearing glasses - please help me - besides you, I don’t know who else to turn to -]

…

【Besides you, I don’t know who else to turn to——】

Scrawled words appeared on the parchment.

This is a clean and bright room with a ceiling more than ten meters high and surrounded by huge translucent glass walls. A shark slowly swims behind the glass wall.

Beside the long curved table, a woman in red explained: "The strokes are trembling, incoherent, different sizes, and the layout is irregular - the person who wrote is very scared and panicked. It seems that the woman did not escape."

The man with a ponytail next to him showed a ferocious smile.

"As long as you're still on the island! Let's check again and make sure to find the person!"

"yes!"

The black-clad guards behind him responded in unison and immediately took action.

"It sounds like she's looking for help from her wizard friend. Do we need to cut off the signal transmission?"

Another short and fat man with glasses asked.

"Cut it off? No, don't, let them come!" The ponytail man sneered, "I'm just worried that my experimental materials are not rich enough!"

He walked to the wall, stretched out his hand and pressed it, and the huge metal door slid open silently, revealing the metal platform behind the wall.

The man walked up and looked down while holding the railing.

At his feet was a research room that looked like an assembly line factory. Dozens of researchers in white coats were busy. Everything in the room was in order and progressing rapidly. Everyone's eyes were the same dead and indifferent. The conveyor belts all over the ceiling and the ground moved quietly.

Sometimes, a trace of blood would appear on the conveyor belt, but it was quickly washed away by a thin stream of water, leaving only a faint smell of disinfectant in the room.

The man had a disdainful smile on his lips.

"——Wizards? With the help of technology, they are just a group of clowns living in the Middle Ages."

…

"Buzz————"

The strange buzzing sound suddenly sounded again, and Rita Skeeter curled up in pain, almost unable to hold back and screamed loudly.

She bit the stinky quilt, hugged herself with both hands, and shivered constantly on the shabby bed. Her muscles and bones seemed to be gnawed by countless ants, and she was almost crazy.

She tried her best to hold on. She didn't know how long it had been, and she didn't even know if she was dead. She couldn't help crying.

It seemed that after a century, the torture finally stopped.

When Rita Skeeter felt her body again, she found a pair of small hands holding her face, and someone gently wiped the stains on her face with a tattered handkerchief.

She opened her eyes and saw the person who saved her again.

In the small cell, there were more than a dozen children, both boys and girls, the oldest was thirteen years old, and the youngest was only four years old.

They wore loose white robes, no underwear, no shoes, and walked barefoot on the ground. Their faces were pale from not being exposed to the sun for a long time.

The thirteen-year-old girl was the one who helped her wipe her face.

Rita trembled and asked in a low voice: "Those people... left?"

The girl nodded vigorously, as if to comfort her, and gave her a faint smile.

Rita's tears almost fell.

She sniffed and said: "Be patient, someone will come to save us, there will be!"

Rita looked down at the crumpled paper she had pinched, and there was only one sentence on it -

[Where are you? ]