Chapter 558 Crying
At every spell study session, Wade was always the last one to leave.

There are always people who like to accumulate questions and then bring them out all at once at the end of the event; some people have done their homework in advance and will discuss the application of spells with him; and some people seem to stay just to build relationships and will say some meaningless nonsense.

As time went by, the activity lasted for more than half an hour. On the way back to the lounge, Wade felt exhausted.

But such workshops are not just about helping and contributing to his career.

In the process of teaching others, Vader felt as if he had reassembled the knowledge. His understanding of the spells became deeper and his own thinking became clearer.

Moreover, even if other people’s level is not as good as Wade’s, their ideas and opinions can still give him some inspiration. By analogy, the more he analyzes, the simpler the knowledge seems to become.

As he walked, Vader sorted out what he had learned today. The castle was unusually quiet at this time of the day, with only his own footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.

“Before it held its head high with pride, but now it huddles in the corner and trembles. This little snake without fangs is not afraid of anyone… la la la la la la… not afraid of anyone…”

Peeves’ singing could be heard faintly from across the floor; his gruff voice seemed a little noisy, like some weird background music.

Suddenly, Vader felt a chill beside him, and a ghost with dull eyes and silver blood stains on his robe emerged through the wall. He turned his head to look at Vader, said nothing, sank his body, and disappeared through the floor again.

After a while, Wade heard Peeves scream… the sound was getting farther and farther away…

The singing disappeared.

When the surroundings became completely quiet, a faint voice became clear.

At first, Wade thought it was the sound of a pipe or Moaning Myrtle hiding on a toilet and complaining to herself, but after listening carefully for a moment, he found that it was a very suppressed but still leaking sob.

It was a boy’s voice, and it sounded familiar.

Wade stood quietly in the corridor. Perhaps the quiet environment around him made the man relax. He was overwhelmed with grief and burst into tears, mixed with the sound of heavy breathing and blowing his nose.

“Damn it…Damn it…Damn it!”

The faucet was turned on, and the water was running. Malfoy washed his face with cold water, but was choked by the water and started coughing violently.

Vader did not continue to watch the fragility and pain of others. He just lightened his steps, changed direction, and left quickly.

……

In the blink of an eye, it was already the morning of October 10th. The entire castle had been completely renovated, and even the portraits hidden in the corners had been cleaned.

When Wade passed through the hallway in the morning, he heard Griffiths complaining loudly: “The dust on my clothes is antique! You little guys, be polite!”

But the cleaning crabs ignored this and crawled over Griffiths’ face with a clicking sound. Transparent bubbles kept coming out from behind their butts. When the crabs crawled over, the portrait became clean.

Only Griffiths was unhappy. He did not pull the students to the hallway to nag, but turned away sullenly, allowing everyone to see only his back.

Then the little crab crawled over with a click and cleaned his back as well.

“Clean your dirty shoes, you ignorant little brat!”

Filch roared, and the two first-year students ran away in fear. The upcoming event made the administrator extremely nervous. His cloudy yellow eyes stared at every student passing by like a searchlight, and he roared from time to time –

“Wipe the dirt off your clothes! Every student must be absolutely clean!”

“Look at those footprints, slob! Your parents should be ashamed of you!”

“No eating in the hallway! No leaving crumbs on the floor!”

“This guy is horrible!” Michael was scolded for a little dust on his clothes. When he sat next to Wade, his face still had a dull look after being criticized.

“If someone threw a dung bomb in the corridor right now, I have no doubt that Filch would lift up the statues in the corridor and smash that guy to death!”

“Although his method is a bit radical, it is also for the sake of maintaining the honor of the school.” A gentle voice sounded from behind.

“Oh, what you said is the same as Hermione’s, but the people being scolded can’t be as rational as you.” Michael’s mouth twitched, and he turned his head, showing a cute smile, and said in a clamped voice: “Good morning, Professor Flitwick.”

“Morning!” said Professor Flitwick cheerfully, standing up and not even as tall as Michael. “I hope there aren’t any real dungbombs hidden in your dormitory, Michael.”

“Of course… of course not.” Michael bowed his head and said sincerely: “I’m just talking, but you know, professor – I never do such stupid things.”

Two passing Gryffindors rolled their eyes at Michael.

“Excellent,” said Professor Flitwick. “You got some dirt on your elbow, did you know that?”

He pointed, and when Michael looked down, Professor Flitwick nodded at Wade and walked towards the teachers’ seats.

Wade cast a cleansing spell and looked at Michael strangely: “Where did you get covered in dirt so early in the morning?”

Their clothes were thrown into the laundry basket every night before going to bed, and the house-elves would take them to wash. In the morning, there would always be a clean, ironed set of clothes placed by the bed.

Of course, some boys would throw their clothes around or stuff their smelly socks under the bed or in their suitcases. The elf would not touch them at will in such cases, but Wade knew that Michael was not the kind of person who did not pay attention to hygiene.

Hearing this, Michael blinked his eyes, showed a mysterious smile and said, “You are not the only one who gets up early, Wade. But the Black Lake in the morning is indeed intoxicating.”

Wade understood: “You found a new girlfriend?”

Michael’s mouth curled up lazily, with a bit of satisfaction, and he said in a long voice: “Well…how should I put it?”

Suddenly, he was bumped from behind and almost fell headfirst into the cake in front of him. Michael stood up angrily and looked back, only to see Padma and a few other girls walking by, talking and laughing, without even glancing at him.

He suddenly felt guilty, wiped the cream off his nose with his hand, and sat down angrily.

“Let’s go, it’s time to go to class.” Wade stood up with his schoolbag.

Michael pushed the cake away and followed him out. A moment later, Filch’s hoarse roar was heard at the door again:
“You! That’s you! What’s that on your face? Cream! And it’s all over your face! Clean it right now, or I’ll make you scrub your armor with a toothbrush! I mean what I say!”

(End of this chapter)