Hogwarts: Please Graduate Soon

What determines the power of a spell?

magic, spell, gesture, emotion, knowledge, will, wand

There are too many factors and they are extremely difficult to quantify.

As Wayne gradually integrated into the magical world, he came into contact with more and more information and knowledge, his magic became more and more powerful, and he gradually gained his own understanding.

The power of the mind is abstract and ethereal.

Magic is the bridge to achieve miracles and actually exists.

The combination of the two can create an incredible dream experience.

When the magic power does not change, but the person driving the magic power changes, the effect will be completely different.

The moment Quirrell's momentum changed, Wayne immediately became alert.

He knew that the enemy had changed at this moment.

The biting murderous intention condensed into frost, the green light shone brightly, and the snake-shaped vertical pupils echoed it, which was creepy.

Wayne's hair stood on end, not because he was afraid, but because he had encountered an unprecedentedly powerful enemy, and his body spontaneously reacted to stress.

Snape was very strong, but he had no killing intent during the fight between the two.

The Purifiers have murderous intentions, but they are too weak. They are so weak that Wayne can't even get interested and can kill them at will.

Only the Quirrell Jinchuuriki, whose body was controlled by the tailed beast Voldemort, exuded an evil aura that could move him.

The dynamic perception effect was fully activated, breaking through Voldemort's aura blockade, and apparated to his side.

In an instant, the three divine fronts disappeared.

Invisible sharp blades shot out from different angles. Voldemort frowned slightly. The dry weeds around him grew wildly and turned into venomous snakes, acting as human shields to block the attack.

"How about it? This is a technique taught by my Defense Against Dark Arts professor." Wayne smiled, and while speaking, the magic turned into a golden whip, breaking the iron armor spell.

Voldemort apparated away, widening the distance between the two, and his heart became even colder.

Use the skills I taught you to deal with me?

Good, very good!

But that's not all yet.

Wayne pointed to the sky with one hand.

"!"

Click!

Lightning fell from the sky, Voldemort roughly shattered the thunder, and Wayne spat out another word.

"Condensation!"

The broken electric arc condensed into a thunder net, and hit Voldemort head-on.

Voldemort let out a hoarse roar, and balls of white flames flew out from his sleeves, turning into sharp swords and slashing towards the thunder net.

The harsh tearing sound and the dull crashing sound were mixed together, and he summoned a silver shield in front of him to block all the aftermath.

The figures of both sides flickered back and forth within the small circle of fire, accompanied by the explosion of various powerful magic spells. From time to time, they would be in a stalemate for a while, and then disappear again.

Gardevoir didn't dare to relax at all, and activated the magic spells from the mental hell that were deflected. The weak unicorn hid behind her and shivered.

Human beings are terrible!

Wayne focused his attention. The same spell would have different effects in the hands of different people.

All kinds of weird black magic and commonly used combat magic were played out in Voldemort's hands, often producing unexpected results.

And Voldemort also had the same wonder in his heart.

No matter what magic comes into Wayne's hands, its power has risen to a higher level, exceeding their original limit.

The armor spell played a very small role in such a confrontation.

This made his murderous intention even more intense.

This child cannot be kept.

If Wayne grows up, he will at least be the next Dumbledore. Under the attack of two monsters, an old one and a young one, when will he be able to make his mark?

kill!

The green killing curse broke through the roar of thunder and fire, and approached silently. Voldemort's movements were very large, and he swung his wand from behind to in front of him. This was his final blow.

Outside the ring of fire, when they heard the first killing curse, Malfoy and Ronald had already collapsed to the ground, hugging each other and shivering.

They come from a family of wizards, and the killing curse is like Zhang Liao's to Jiangdong Sun Shiwan, which can make Xiao Shang cry at night.

And Harry also fell to the ground in pain after that.

His head was about to explode, and the burning pain from the lightning-shaped scar made him faint several times, only to wake up again from the pain.

In fact, Voldemort had already noticed the arrival of Harry and others, but he didn't care.

Kill Wayne!

This is what he wants to do most now.

Quirrell's body has been squeezed to the limit, and he keeps wailing in his mind.

But this not only did not make Voldemort bored, but made him even more excited.

Wayne's face was solemn. Wherever the killing curse passed, even the air was frozen. Surrounded by flames, frost actually appeared.

His whole body was emitting white light, extending all the way to the wand.

Wayne used his best magic.

"ExpectoPatronum! (Calling God to Protect!)"

Balls of white smoke-like magic power spurted out from the top of the wand, like ice and snow meeting the warm sun. Under Voldemort's shocked eyes, his Killing Curse... was actually melted!

The strong white light illuminated the surroundings as bright as day. Ronald and Malfoy, who were hugging each other and trembling, suddenly felt courage in their hearts. They stood up and stared at the white balls entwined in the sky.

Harry's pain was relieved a lot.

"Zanai!" Gardevoir looked at the mighty master with bright eyes.

"Woooo~!"

The unicorn screamed with joy. This power was the same power that Wayne had put into her body before, but it was many times stronger.

Finally, the dome formed by the gathering of white smoke-like magic power exploded with a bang!

"Groan~!"

A loud roar of the dragon spread into the minds of every creature present. Even further away, there were magical animals prostrate on the ground, expressing their respect.

It was a dragon, neither a Western dragon nor an Eastern legendary dragon, more like a combination of the two.

Without wings, it has a slender and muscular body, but without the legendary forked antlers, its front body is even more majestic.

There are white light spots surrounding the whole body, running regularly.

Just seeing it will give you a feeling of grandeur, history and wonder.

Has it finally hatched?

Bathed in the radiance, Wayne felt that he had entered a wonderful realm, the magic in his body was boiling, and he was holy like the incarnation of justice.

【Born Holy Spirit】

Wayne finally understood the true meaning of this talent.

But more doubts came to mind.

His patron saint is so special, it has far exceeded the strength of SS level.

Was Andros really that powerful back then?

However, he quickly suppressed these doubts. The most important thing now is...

fighting!

"You are not a Patronus!" Voldemort roared, his worldview was greatly impacted.

Even Dumbledore's Patronus is not like this. The melted killing curse has the texture of a solid body and is several times larger than an ordinary Patronus.

This is another spell entirely.

"No, this is the patron saint." Wayne said with great certainty, "Come on, Aurelion!"

Following his will, the silver-white patron saint dragon moved, and the strong wind roared. In almost an instant, it arrived in front of Voldemort and stretched out its claws.

Snapped!

Voldemort flashed continuously, even faster than before, but the dragon's tail had been waiting for a long time and flicked hard.

Quirrell's body was almost twisted as he hit the flame shield and screamed.

"Damn you kid! Just wait for me!"

"I will definitely come back!"

Holding back the excruciating pain, Voldemort activated his Disapparation, flames shot into the sky, and the Dragon King stretched out his claws, trying to stop him.

A cloud of black mist exploded on Quirrell's body, accompanied by the wail of a ghost. The powerful impact briefly created a vacuum area.

The claws of the flames and the patron saint were shaken away, allowing him to escape in the end.

Tsk...

Wayne shook his head in dissatisfaction.

He didn't know who was the strongest among Grindelwald, Dumbledore, and Voldemort, but Wayne was sure...

In terms of life-saving ability, both of them combined were no match for Voldemort.

Needless to say, people who can make seven Horcruxes are afraid of death.

"唳~!"

Just as Wayne was about to extinguish the flames and clean up the battlefield, he heard a clear phoenix cry, and with the appearance of Phoenix Fox, two people came with it.

Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall.

Seeing the flames surrounding him, Dumbledore was dazed for a moment, and then returned to normal.

"Oh my God!" Professor McGonagall covered her mouth and gasped.

Countless trees were burned to charcoal, and the ground was crisscrossed with ravines. Even a fool knew how brutal the battle just was.

"Lawrence, where are the enemies?!"

McGonagall held the wand vigilantly and looked around for the enemy.

"Well..." Wayne scratched his head in embarrassment: "Professor, you are late, he just ran away not long ago.

As he spoke, he removed the surrounding flames.

After the light went out, Professor McGonagall saw the three Harrys hiding behind a big rock.

She covered her heart: "What on earth happened? Mr. Lawrence, why didn't you sleep in the middle of the night and why did you appear in the Forbidden Forest!"

The more he spoke, the angrier Professor McGonagall became.

"Okay, Minerva." Dumbledore stopped McGonagall, who was about to enter lecture mode, and pointed at Harry and the three of them.

"The children are not in very good condition. The most important thing now is to send them to the school doctor's office and let Poppi check them out.

"You're right." McGonagall nodded repeatedly and quickly pulled the three of them to his side.

"Fawkes, you send everyone back first." Dumbledore said softly.

McGonagall waved, "Lawrence, come here quickly."

"Minerva, I still have something to talk to Mr. Lawrence." Dumbledore was calm, but McGonagall heard that there was no room for rejection and could only nod.

Fox grabbed Professor McGonagall and disappeared with a snap.

Wayne folded his hands on his chest, looked at his nose, his nose looked at his heart, said nothing, and couldn't eat enough.

Dumbledore didn't speak either, the atmosphere was slightly silent, and soon Fox returned again.

"Mr. Lawrence, let's go back to the office and talk."

"Professor, can you please wait a moment?" Wayne said looking at the unicorn and Sha Yiduo.

Dumbledore nodded silently, and Wayne walked to Gardevoir, with the unicorn circling around him.

"Are you willing to come with me now?" he asked.

The unicorn nodded its big head repeatedly, its clear eyes full of hope and kindness.

This time Wayne touched her horn, and the unicorn didn't refuse.

Then he asked Gardevoir to take the unicorn to Hestia, and then he could go back by himself.

Only then did he arrive at Dumbledore's side.

"Let's go, Professor."

Principal's office.

Wayne sat across from Dumbledore with some discomfort.

When he came here in the past, Lao Deng always had delicious food.

We were treated to drinks, but why didn’t we even get a glass of water this time?

"Mr. Lawrence."

Dumbledore finally spoke, "The dark wizard you are fighting should be Quirrell, right?"

"I am not sure."

Wayne did not deny it, but he also did not follow Lao Deng's words and said: "He cast magic and never showed his true appearance or obvious features from beginning to end."

"Can you tell me in detail the battle between you two?"

It wasn't that Dumbledore looked down on Quirrell.

But if he was the only one fighting Wayne, the scene wouldn't be that bad.

Therefore, he is more concerned about whether his guess can be verified.

Even on the verge of death, unicorn blood can still save life, but what follows is a strong curse.

To harm an innocent and pure creature is to face the revenge of fate.

Neither life nor death, life is worse than death.

So...Tom, how far have you come?

Wayne looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the pensieve.

"Professor, it's too troublesome to talk about it. How about you see it yourself?"

"Oh?" Dumbledore smiled for the first time tonight, "You actually know the Pensieve?

Lao Deng was indeed angry just now, but it was not directed at Wayne or Harry or the others.

But Quirrell, the man behind Quirrell.

"Yeah, I saw it in "The Top Magical Items"." Wayne came to the pensieve and pressed the wand against his eyebrow.

After a while, strands of silver-white silk threads were pulled out, and then floated into the ancient stone basin.

White mist rose, and the water in the basin also became rippled.

"Professor, I can guarantee that these memories are original and have not been altered in any way.

"Of course I believe you, Lawrence." Dumbledore came over and patted Wayne on the shoulder: "No one would doubt the promise of a Hufflepuff."

Wayne twitched his lips and took two steps back, leaving space for Lao Deng.

Dumbledore stuck his head into the pensieve. He was bored and teased Fawkes.

Fox's feathers, which he had finally straightened out, were messed up. He was so angry that he screamed and fluttered all over the room. Wayne took the opportunity to collect a lot of fallen feathers.

"Oh, he started losing hair at a young age. It seems he lacks exercise, Fox."

After a brief moment of confusion, Fox came to his senses and rushed towards Wayne angrily, but was dodged by him and landed on the Sorting Hat.

"Ouch, what are you doing?" the Sorting Hat, who had been pretending to be dead, shouted.

"Stinky bird, get off me quickly, Dumbledore just took care of me!"

So One Bird and One Hat started making trouble again, and Wayne watched the show happily.

About a quarter of an hour later, Lao Deng woke up from the pensieve with a serious look on his face and saw that his office was in a mess.

"Professor, it's Fox, it has nothing to do with me." Wayne said innocently.

Dumbledore:"

Especially after watching the movie, he was comparing the Wayne in his memory who seemed like the Holy Spirit came to the world with the kid in front of him.

Is this really a person?

"I.…"

Just as Dumbledore was about to speak, the door to the office was violently pushed open.

Snape, with a livid face, strode in and yelled, "You said the school was safe!"

"Severus.…"

"Answer me!" Snape's face was livid, as if Wayne didn't exist.

"Okay, I will answer your question." Dumbledore was not angry, "But please give me a moment, Mr. Lawrence needs to go back and rest.

Snape was still breathing heavily, but said nothing.

Dumbledore then looked at Wayne.

"Thank you for your help today, Mr. Lawrence, but what you did was too dangerous, and even burned down a large area of ​​​​the Forbidden Forest. I have to deduct one hundred and fifty points for Hufflepuff.

Wayne blinked and listened to the crisp points beep in his head.

Dumbledore continued: "However, thank you for protecting the school's property and saving the three students and the unicorn, so...Hufflepuff adds a hundred points.

Veins were pulsing in Snape's forehead.

Why don't you be more biased? I, the Head of Slytherin, am still here!

Someone asked me to write Digimon in this book before, but I thought I might as well forget it because it was too messy and I couldn't handle it well.

Pets are just adjustments and auxiliaries, but they are not the main line of this book.

However, "Elf: Rebuilding Alola, I am the Digital Emperor" is about Digimon and Pokmon. The author's sister is a veteran and has just finished the book. Everyone is interested.

Interesting to see. .