Hogwarts: Please Graduate Soon

It took nearly two hours for Wayne to get rid of the little badgers.

Everyone's curiosity was so great that if possible, Wayne really wanted to move Lao Deng's pensieve over and let them see it for themselves.

"Can you teach me the Patronus Charm?" After everyone left with satisfaction, Cedric said excitedly:

"I have wanted to learn this magic for a long time, but I have tried many times without success.

Wayne didn't refuse. He raised his chin and said, "Use it first and let me take a look."

Cedric waved his wand and muttered a spell.

Then...only a thin white mist floated out, so thin that it dispersed as soon as it was blown, making it undetectable.

Shaking his head, Wayne saw the problem at a glance: "It's not a problem with magic power, nor is it a problem with pauses in gestures and spells."

He pointed to his head.

"Your emotions are not strong enough. The Patronus Charm requires stronger emotions than any other spell, well, except for the three Unforgivable Curses, but those are negative.

Hearing the Unforgivable Curse, Cedric moved a little uncomfortable.

"Practice this spell too much and it won't have any effect. Let's learn how to mobilize positive emotions first."

Cedric is a good old guy, warm-hearted and kind, a standard Hufflepuff only slightly less than him.

In fact, such people do not have strong emotions, they are not very happy, and the lower limit of anger is also very high.

In this idealistic magic system, there are still some disadvantages. It's no wonder that there are no powerful wizards in Hufflepuff.

"Then how did you use it?" Cedric wondered.

"Why can't I think about it again?" Wayne patted his shoulder angrily, "What gave you the illusion that I'm a normal person?"

Cedric watched in stunned silence as Wayne staggered back to the dormitory.

You are indeed not a normal person

Because you are a real dog!

The next day, in the herbal medicine class, Wayne was called out of the greenhouse by Sprout and scolded him.

He could handle Dumbledore with ease.

However, in the face of his angry dean, Wayne could only lower his head and respond repeatedly, accepting it with an open mind and behave accordingly next time.

At noon, Wayne found Henderson, the beater on the Quidditch team.

"You have Defense Against the Dark Arts class this morning, right?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" Henderson looked at him doubtfully.

Wayne asked: "Is Professor Quirrell here?"

"Here he is, but it seems he didn't get a good rest last night. He only talked for a while and then let us review freely."

Wayne was shocked.

287 Others were slightly injured and could not get out of the line of fire. Did Quirrell even risk his life?

Even though I was beaten so badly by him, I could still continue to come to class.

With such professionalism, which professor can compare with him?

In a blink of an eye, time has come to the last Friday before Easter.

Wayne finally got his long-awaited Defense Against the Dark Arts course.

Quirrell's face was paler than before. When he took the book, he exposed his arms. Wayne could clearly see the blood vessels in his hands, which were just skin and bones.

"Come on, students, please review freely." Quirrell stuttered and said, "The focus of the exam is on the entire book, and there won't be any questions that go beyond the syllabus. w

After saying that, he sat quietly in his seat.

The little wizards rolled their eyes, and the classroom was full of the sound of turning books.

The point is the whole book, there is no difference between saying this and not saying it.

Wayne read the extracurricular books quietly until after class, when he stopped Quirrell who was lowering his head and wanted to leave.

"Mr. Lawrence, what's the matter?" Quirrell smiled reluctantly.

If possible, he really didn't want to go back to Hogwarts after he was lucky enough to survive that day.

But Voldemort used the last of his strength to heal his wounds and ordered him to pretend that nothing happened and return to school the next day.

Then he fell into a deep sleep.

Quirrell, who had been in KFC for a whole year, did not dare to go against the will of the Dark Lord, so even though he was panicking to death and his body was in pieces, he still held on and continued to attend class like a normal person.

Quirrell's injury was only cured on the surface, but the last blow from the dragon's tail was too harsh, and strange power seeped into his body, burning his flesh and blood like fire.

Several days passed and the symptoms did not go away.

Seeing Wayne suddenly stop him, Quirrell's first reaction was to kneel down and beg for mercy.

It really left too big a shadow.

"Professor, I think you don't look good. The weather has changed a lot recently, so you should take good care of your health." Wayne smiled broadly, as if he didn't know Quirrell was a bad guy and was concerned about the teacher's health.

"I just have some insomnia recently and haven't slept well. Thank you for your concern."

Quirrell cursed in his heart, I am like this only because you beat me, but on the surface, my attitude is very good.

"If there is nothing wrong with Mr. Lawrence, I will leave first."

"Oh, I really want to trouble you." Wayne said a little embarrassedly: "Professor, the scope of your focus is too large, can you be more detailed?"

"Of course...of course." Quirrell rummaged through the textbook in a hurry, took out two pieces of parchment, and handed it to Wayne with both hands: "Here, this is the final paper, I have already published it.

Wayne took it with satisfaction.

This is the treatment of a good student. The professor even gives him the papers directly.

If only Snape was as sensible as Quirrell.

"What did the professor just give you?"

After Quirrell left, Toby and Norman, who had just been sitting in the corner and observed the two of them, jumped out and asked curiously.

Wayne told the truth: "I thought the scope was too big and it was a bit difficult to review, so I went to the professor to ask for more detailed key points."

"He gave me the final exam paper."

With that said, he handed two pieces of parchment to Norman.

The academic performance of his two roommates is really hard to describe. Please help if you can.

Norman quickly scanned the contents on the parchment, then showed a proud smile and looked at Wayne with strange eyes.

"Wayne, you just don't understand. Professor Quirrell must be lying to you.

He said very confidently: "I asked the primary school teachers this way at the beginning, but often the key points they mentioned did not appear on the test paper."

"So...you don't need to look at these!"

"That's right!" Toby nodded in agreement: "I was also tricked by the teacher, and I took all the exams except what he said.

He also patted Wayne on the shoulder comfortingly: "Don't be sad, this can be considered as eliminating wrong options, and it can save a lot of time."

Wayne looked at his roommates with confusion...

I even put food in my mouth and it was spit out.

I can only wish you a peaceful departure...

In the afternoon, the last class before Easter, the little wizards were no longer focused on studying and had already entered a holiday state.

But unfortunately, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw's last class was Potions.

Facing Snape, they could only suppress their excitement.

The air pressure in the classroom was very low, and Snape rarely sprayed venom everywhere. Instead, he sat in his seat and stared at the little wizards brewing potions to remove prickly heat.

Snape has been having a hard time lately.

He discovered the huge secret Quirrell hid behind him, but Dumbledore asked him to still put pressure on Quirrell.

The reason is simple: if he suddenly changes his attitude, Quirrell will be alarmed.

In order to avoid alerting the enemy, even knowing that the Dark Lord is in Quirrell's body.

Snape still had to bite the bullet and send a few threats from time to time as usual.

God knows how much pressure he was under every day.

"Lawrence, this is Potions class, not afternoon tea."

Seeing Wayne and Ravenclaw's Padma talking and laughing, Snape subconsciously scolded him, and then met Wayne's deep eyes.

With a jolt, I remembered the scene I saw that night.

"It won't happen again."

Wayne:???

I've been waiting for the points to arrive, why don't you do it next time?

The other students were also very surprised. Would such warning words come out of Snape's mouth next time?

When the bell rang, there were loud cheers in the classroom, and Yin Jia flew out of the classroom.

Wayne walked a little slower, Snape still had a bottle and a half of elixir, and several other potions that had not yet been delivered.

He is here to collect the debt.

What Wayne didn't expect was that before he could say anything, Snape started asking questions.

"Lawrence, where did you learn Shen Feng Wu Ying?"

Wayne was stunned and immediately understood how Snape knew. It must have been Lao Deng who also let him use the Pensieve.

"Professor, do you want to learn?"

Snape retreated tactically.

That's the magic I invented, and you're asking me if I want to learn it?

"Don't interrupt, where did you learn mine?"

"No comment, professor, this is my personal privacy." Wayne didn't bother to make up an excuse: "If you want to learn, I can teach you.

"However, this spell has no counter-spell. You must be careful when using it. Ordinary healing medicines and magic spells are completely ineffective.

Haven't learned how to counterspell?

Snape's confusion deepened.

Maybe he wrote it casually in the forbidden book area before.

As long as they can't figure it out, people will often give them a reasonable excuse, and this is the case with Snape.

More than ten years have passed since he invented this curse, and he can no longer remember whether he has passed on the curse.

"I know the Divine Edge Shadowless Curse. The counter-curse is to heal quickly. Just put the wand on the wound and draw it from top to bottom."

After saying that, Snape felt something was wrong.

Didn't he ask Wayne to accuse him? Why did he also include a counter-spell in compensation?

Wayne was very happy to get the counter-spell, and he was not in a hurry to pay for the account. He said hello and slipped out of the office, leaving Snape alone to wonder about life.

This is how the last holiday before the final exam begins.

On the first day, almost all the senior students went to Hogsmeade, and the school suddenly became quite empty.

And Wayne, after having breakfast, took Qiu and He into the woods.

When they arrived, they happened to meet Hagrid who was going out. The hybrid giant was holding a watering can and a hoe in his hands, and it seemed that he was going to take care of the vegetable patch.

"Good morning, Hagrid." Wayne waved hello.

Hagrid also nodded to the three of them, and then asked: "Where are you going so early?"

"Oh, go see Hestia in the Forbidden Forest."

"Okay, then go and come back early." Hagrid replied subconsciously.

It took me a long time to realize that something was wrong.

Are all visits to the Forbidden Forest so fair and aboveboard?

Hagrid turned around and found that the three of them had disappeared, and sighed helplessly.

Forget it, there is no danger to Wayne if he goes to the Forbidden Forest anyway, but he is dangerous to many magical animals.

Suitcase World.

There is a tablecloth spread on the soft lawn, with various snacks and drinks on it.

The pot floats in mid-air, and when it sees whose cup is empty, it will automatically fill up.

The three of them gathered around. Hermione held the Transfiguration textbook and began to review. The subject she was most afraid of failing in the exam was Transfiguration.

Transfiguration is too difficult, and the professor is still the Head of Gryffindor.

Hermione couldn't imagine how disappointed she would be if she didn't get a look from Professor 'O' McGonagall.

Hogwarts exam scores are divided into O (excellent), E (excellent), A (good), P (pass), D (poor), and T (troll).

The rating of Troll has not appeared for several years, but this year's Crabbe and Gower have the potential to break this record.

For Hermione, as long as she couldn't get a 0, other grades were no different from a T.

Qiu is not so competitive. She is a Buddhist girl, holding a copy of "Quidditch Tactics Explanation" and looking at it quietly.

Only Wayne...

The girls finally couldn't stand it anymore. Qiu put down the book helplessly and said to the boy rolling back and forth on the ground:

"Wayne, if you feel bored, just do what you want to do without spending time here."

Hermione nodded repeatedly and pouted: "That's right, you're disturbing our reading."

Wayne reluctantly sat up straight.

"It's not boring, it's just a little habit I have when thinking."

Qiu's head is covered with black lines. Who would roll around when thinking?

With a snap, the two closed the book, and Hermione asked: "What problem do you encounter again? Tell us, maybe we can help.

Wayne thought for a while, nodded and said, "Maybe you can really help."

He looked at the two of them seriously: "How can we make more money?"

Hermione and Qiu looked at each other, and Qiu asked in confusion: "Isn't your Leah store running well?"

"It's not working anymore lately." Wayne shook his head and sighed, "Except for prank props, quills and maps can't be sold anymore."

"But you're not short of money, right?" Hermione tilted her head: "Jerry's pockets are full of your Galleons, and that money is enough for me to use until I graduate.

"You don't understand." Wayne shook his head, "What I need is not money, but the fun of taking money out of the little wizard's pocket.

I thought again in my mind, there are still points.

The two of them had black streaks all over their heads.

What kind of bad taste is this.

But who knows that this is the person he likes? Qiu Ye has no choice but to help him think of a way.

"How about opening a cram school?" Qiu suggested: "You have good grades and can teach others. As long as you can improve your grades, there will definitely be many people willing to spend the money."

She and Hermione knew Wayne's teaching ability best, and her transfiguration skills were almost as good as those of the top four students in Taiwan.

Defense Against the Dark Arts also learned many practical spells.

Wayne looked at the black-haired girl complicatedly.

As expected of a woman with oriental blood, she came to Hogwarts and did not forget to open cram schools.

Hermione also thought of a way: "The protective accessories you make are very beautiful, but they are too expensive."

“If you don’t remove the functions, you can just sell the appearance.

Wayne mused.

Education is the child...ornament is the woman.

As a child, it is best to make money with women.

To put it all together, it is the little witch who makes the most money.

Wayne stood up immediately, pinched me and held it to his mouth, and whistled loudly, the sound carried very far.

Soon, Mia flew over, and three unicorns also ran over.

"Good boy, you have nothing to do here, go ahead and play." Wayne touched the ptarmigan, and the little ptarmigan cried out in frustration.

Then he looked at the three unicorns surrounding him, and finally selected the one he wanted to conquer.

Her name is Lulu.

"Lulu." Wayne stroked her horn, and Lulu lowered her head in response.

"Master is running out of money, and you don't want to never be able to eat Motla rat meat again, right?"

"Woo~!" Lulu looked at her master in confusion.

"How about this? There are many students in the school who like you very much. How about we go take photos with them and earn some living expenses?"

Hermione and Cho's mouths dropped open...

The second chapter is late, and I can’t write the third chapter today, sorry.

The young author himself has a handicap and can't type quickly. I used to do 15,000 every day, but my hands have been hurting for the past two days. Let me take it easy first. Thank you all. .