Harry Potter: Becoming a Study God Chapter 572 572: News Report

Novel: Harry Potter: Becoming a Study God Author: Lightreaper Updated: Jun 14, 2026

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Now reading: Chapter 572 572: News Report from Harry Potter: Becoming a Study God, a Action novel by Lightreaper.

The celebration in the Ravenclaw common room went on for a long ti. Since the next day was Sunday, everyone danced and laughed freely through the entire night, until they eventually forgot what they were celebrating in the first place.

Wade, however, didn't stay for long. When his usual bedti ca, he quietly returned to the dormitory, leaving his magic doll in the common room to deal with the never-ending toasts.

Before sleeping, Wade didn't forget to use a communication bean to "call" his parents and tell them he had been chosen as a champion.

The family had already discussed the tournant in advance.

Mr. and Mrs. Gray knew Wade's intentions, so they weren't surprised at the news. They simply reminded him once more with words like "stay safe" and "don't take winning or losing too seriously."

Near dawn, the Ravenclaw common room finally began to quiet down. Most people, unable to hold out any longer, had returned to the dorms to sleep. So who had passed out simply stayed asleep on the sofas or the carpet.

By the ti the sky began to lighten, there was no one left awake in the common room. The house-elves finally erged, moving quietly as they started tidying up.

Suddenly, a figure lying on the sofa stirred, startling Zoe, who was in the middle of clearing away bottles. She turned around and, recognizing the silhouette, happily rushed over.

"Mr. Wade Grey… huh?"

The familiar figure and face carried an unfamiliar air. The house-elf froze mid-step and stared at the "Wade Grey" in puzzlent and suspicion.

"Wade Grey" smiled slightly and said softly, "You're not mistaken. I'm not him."

The other two house-elves cleaning the room—Happy and Phil—imdiately ca to stand beside Zoe and stared at the fake Wade with full alertness. But perhaps because the stranger's deanor was so calm, they only asked in low voices:

"Who are you? What do you want? Where is Mr. Gray?"

The fake Wade pointed to his ear and said, "Can't you hear everything happening in the dorms? Why not listen for yourselves?"

Then he stood up, brushed so food crumbs from his robe, and left the common room, heading up the spiral staircase toward the dormitories.

This "Wade" who had supposedly drunk dozens of bottles of butterbeer all night seed completely unaffected by alcohol. Each of his steps was taken at exactly the sa distance and pace as the last.

The house-elves' large ears twitched slightly. They heard the "fake Wade" reach Wade Grey's dorm, where the sound of steady breathing coming from "fake Wade" suddenly stopped.

Then ca Wade's muffled voice: "The party's finally over?"

"Yes, master," said the "fake Wade."

"What ti is it…" Wade muttered, glancing at the clock before collapsing back onto the bed. "You can rest now too, Visser…"

The house-elves exchanged glances.

"A Doll?"

"Must be a Doll."

"As expected of Mr. Grey."

Only then did they relax and resu cleaning. Zoe carefully moved a student who was sleeping on the floor to the side and pulled an empty bottle from his arms.

…

Following his master's order, the doll Visser passed through the wardrobe door and entered the vast space within.

There was always endless work in the wardrobe space. At the mont, seven or eight tall, thin figures were inside—so forging objects, others studying books, and still others assembling machinery.

They were the most intelligent type among dolls—capable even of learning new knowledge on their own and mastering new skills.

Each of them wore a badge pinned to their chest, bearing nas like Vidas, Videl, Vilan, Vito, Vien, and so on. Seen individually, the nas were fine, but together it was obvious they'd been chosen at random.

The doll Visser likewise pulled a badge with his own na from his pocket and pinned it to his chest. Then he casually took the tool from Videl's hand and began tapping and hamring on several tal tubes.

"Visser, do you think Master will have you compete in the tournant in his place?" Videl asked.

"Impossible," Vito replied. "If the headmasters found out, they'd definitely consider it cheating and disqualify him."

"There's no need," Visser added. "Master can win the tournant on his own."

"Other than you, the rest of us will be leaving soon," Vien said with a sigh and a hint of reluctance in his expression.

The other dolls all responded with expressionless faces: "Ugh—"

"Don't put on an act in front of us, Vien," Vito said flatly. "Save it for fooling outsiders."

"Haha, just getting so practice in advance!" Vien laughed, brushing his brown hair back with his fingers. "After all, before long I'll be the world's recognized heir to the Alliance—Brown!"

…

The next morning, countless owls delivered The Daily Prophet, dropping the newspapers—along with loose feathers—onto the students' breakfast tables.

Wade heard Fleur Delacour let out a loud "tsk" before complaining to her companions about Hogwarts' hygiene:

"Heavens, can't these owls deliver at another ti? Does it have to be in the morning? While we're eating? I can't eat another bite! Just the thought that there might be bird droppings in the pumpkin juice makes sick!"

Several of the Beauxbatons girls frowned and set down their spoons.

The surrounding Ravenclaws were more or less used to the French young lady's ways by now, and most pretended not to hear. Only a few girls secretly curled their lips and exchanged glances with slightly mocking expressions.

Of course, Wade didn't notice any of these silent exchanges. He simply unfolded the newspaper and saw that the front-page headline was the list of selected champions for the tournant.

"Quick work—they must have worked overti through the night," Michael remarked, leaning over to glance at the page and pointing. "Right there at the top—your three nas… oh, and pictures."

Harry's photo captured the mont he struck the basilisk, likely taken from past streaming mirror news. Cedric's was a proper, formal shot of him standing before the school castle.

As for Wade, the photo was from his ti in Marchionne's magic workshop, surrounded by alchemical tools—fully showcasing his identity as an alchemist, and even faintly giving off the impression of "this guy's a bookworm."

Wade sighed—so much for hoping he could go out in public without being recognized.

He skimd the article. Probably due to the rush, it was extrely brief and objective, with no extra introduction for each school's champion.

At the end of the article, the author's na turned out to be Rita Skeeter, which surprised Wade.

—So that woman can write a normal news piece! He'd always thought Rita only knew how to exaggerate and make up rumors.

Then Wade turned the page, and when he saw the title of the next article, his gaze sharpened slightly:

[Mysterious Death Near Glenavon Forest, Suspected Dark Magic Experint.]

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