Hogwarts: Even Voldemort Can't Stop Me From Studying

Chapter 978: Chapter 72: Ringtone_2

Those people want to kill his friends at all costs... just because he’s too smart?

What’s wrong with being exceptionally wise? Only incompetent and mediocre people would feel threatened by Vid’s intelligence!

And only those who accept their rules, who are willing to be manipulated and assimilated, can survive, which is even more outrageous!

Harry could not help but picture a figure wearing a shabby pillowcase - Dobby.

Look! Even house-elves who have been enslaved by wizards for a very long time yearn for freedom and desire compensation, let alone humans who are born free!

”It’s just like how Malfoy and his kind think house-elves can only serve as their family’s slaves and can’t have their own thoughts!”

Harry declared with conviction:

”But the real root of danger is not intelligent and free souls, but the desire to enslave others!”

Modis was dazed, naturally unable to stand up and refute Harry.

But the teenager’s words fell on the ears of the others, like a bolt of lightning, instantly illuminating the shadows in their hearts, dissolving the gradually spreading fear.

In that moment, a strong light burst in Hermione’s eyes, and an unparalleled resonance and agreement surged from her heart;

Lupin flashed a truly gentle and pleased smile, looking at Harry as if he saw Lily’s pursuit of justice and equality shining in the boy;

Even Moody’s face flickered with an almost imperceptible ripple.

He never trusted any unnatural entity, and poppets with their own thoughts made every nerve in him scream danger.

However, Harry’s words showcased a fundamental value that even shook Moody -

Wizards, poppets, house-elves, and possibly other intelligent beings like centaurs and giants, in the eyes of the teenager, are judged only by their inherent goodness or evil, not by the nobility of their race.

Such a perspective is extremely rare among wizards, even those of Muggle-born or Half-Blood origins.

”Hahahahaha...”

A loud, hearty laughter suddenly filled the cabin.

With a smile on his rugged face, Victor looked at Harry and said, ”A wizard like Mr. Potter is truly rare. I now understand why you’re called the ’Star of Salvation’ at such a young age!”

Harry’s face instantly turned bright red.

The shameful title was even more embarrassing when said by an apparently robust adult wizard, not even mockingly like Snape, as Harry wished to dissolve into the cushion of his chair.

He hurriedly waved his hands, saying, ”No, no, no... I did not save anyone! It was my... my mother’s magic that rebounded Voldemort’s spell, not my own strength... I, I was just lucky...”

”Why doesn’t luck count as a form of strength?”

Victor said indifferently, ”If you feel unworthy of such a heavy title, then strive to grow and quickly become worthy of it!”

Harry froze slightly, then seriously nodded.

Beside him, Hermione’s originally clear eyes once again became confused.

— Can such a ”Victor Kravchuk” really be a poppet as she suspected?

She instinctively looked at Vid again, but saw Vid, always seeming uninvolved, slightly tugging the corners of his mouth upwards into a faint yet meaningful smile.

His eyes showed understanding and approval, yet he made no comment on Harry’s views, instead naturally stating:

”How the enemy thinks is not really important to us... at least not the most critical thing right now. The priority now is to find them out before the second squad of Scourers makes more dangerous moves.”

Victor’s smile on his face faded, and he glanced at the befuddled Modis, saying gruffly, ”Too bad this guy doesn’t know the identity of the others, otherwise it would be much easier.”

Then, he picked Modis up as if carrying a piece of light luggage and tossed him to the grim-looking Moody.

”Here, I’ll leave it to you! Professional work requires professional people!”

Victor clapped his hands, as if dusting off something, and said:

”I didn’t bring Veritaserum or any such delicate items, you guys take him back, you’ll have plenty of time and means to make him spill everything he knows!”

Moody stared deeply at Victor, silently taking over Modis, and forcefully pressed him into the nearby empty seat.

Unlike the puzzled Hermione, Moody’s magic eye could see through clothes, through the thin layer of skin covering a person, seeing the blood flowing and the pale bones inside each person.

However, Alastor Moody had no fascination with peeking, nor did he want to assess the size of someone’s skull when he saw a person.

Therefore, he usually proactively limits the power of his magic eye, using it only to determine if someone has a concealed weapon or is making any hidden moves behind his back.

Yet at this moment, when he seriously looked... he naturally understood the identity of the person opposite.

Victor seemed to know this as well, smiling slightly as he threw the person to Moody, as if challenging him.

Moody’s temple throbbed fiercely, suppressing himself with great effort to not directly hurl a spell.