Hogwarts: Please Graduate Soon

Ten minutes later, Professor McGonagall looked at Wayne with a very pleased look.

She was pleasantly surprised by the boy's progress.

Wayne has reached the point where he can change as he pleases. The so-called multiple transformations can no longer restrict him. He can change however he wants.

Group deformation was also at his fingertips, and McGonagall suddenly felt that having such a genius student was quite a headache.

This means that in the remaining few years, she has nothing left to give to the young man in front of her.

McGonagall suddenly had an idea and suggested:

"Lawrence, would you be interested in writing an essay for Transfiguration Today?"

"You have a very thorough understanding of multiple transformations. If you submit, you will definitely pass."

"Transfiguration Today" is the authoritative newspaper about transfiguration in the wizarding world. It is highly academic. Although its audience is somewhat narrow, the readers who subscribe to this newspaper are basically elite talents in the wizarding world.

Wayne's level surpassed that of most adult wizards, and with her drawing strength from it, it was almost certain that the paper would be published.

"Okay, I will listen to you, Professor. I will finish writing it and you will help me revise it."

Wayne agreed readily, which was also a good thing for him.

In the magic world, the statement that knowledge equals power is somewhat one-sided, but it also has a certain truth to it.

Only those who gain and grow in learning can continue to study patiently.

Dumbledore is well-known in the wizarding world and is famous far and wide. Firstly, because he defeated Grindelwald back then, and also because he is the only person Voldemort fears.

The two villain bosses invisibly elevated Lao Deng's status.

Secondly, it is because he has a broad network of contacts.

Before his duel with Grindelwald, Dumbledore had friends all over the world, including Nicolas Flamel, who was hundreds of years older than him.

The behavior of the upper class elites often attracts the attention of those at the bottom, and Dumbledore's reputation accumulates little by little.

When most people with higher status and strength than you think that a person is very powerful, then you will subconsciously respect him.

Wayne can now be called the mastermind in school.

But in the magic world, not many people know his name.

Winning the Order of Merlin can help him gain fame, and writing a paper for "Transfiguration Today" can show his academic level.

Once a person shows his strength, he will find that there are more good people and friends around him.

Wayne is not the kind of strong lone ranger. He has always believed that 13 people must be powerful but also have their own network resources. He is not obsessed with power but must be able to influence power.

Professor McGonagall's proposal was very much to his liking.

Looking at Wayne's leaving figure, Professor McGonagall shook his head regretfully.

Look at other people’s students, and then look at the students in your own college who just killed a rat in an explosion.

The more I watched, the angrier I became.

There was no time to feel sad about his Transfiguration score, so the next exam he rushed to was Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Many students hold them and read while eating lunch. The more they can read, the better.

To their sorrow, the invigilator was Professor McGonagall.

McGonagall felt that Quirrell was too gentle and could not control these little wizards, so he volunteered to proctor an exam for him.

Really, without McGonagall as vice-principal, this shitty school would have been disbanded long ago.

The test papers were handed out. Toby and Norman scanned a few questions at random, and then realized that something was wrong.

Read it carefully from beginning to end.

Looks so familiar...

Not sure, check again.

The two men suddenly raised their heads and looked at Wayne's back in disbelief.

These questions... aren't they the "final exam papers" that Professor Quirrell gave him that Wayne posted on his door?

Passing by every day, even if they take a casual look at it, they have memorized all the topics.

But I haven’t reviewed any of them.

This is really a final exam paper!

Even the position of the question has not been changed, which is too outrageous...

"Sherlock (Norman), Brown (Toby), what are you doing if you're not doing the questions?"

Professor McGonagall noticed the strange behavior of the two men and scolded them dissatisfied.

"No, I, Wayne, he..." Norman was speechless.

He looked at each other with fellow sufferer Toby...

Wayne, who was in the front position, sighed slightly. Even after reaching this point, he still couldn't save these two great minds.

After the exam, Toby and Norman hugged each other and cried.

"Toby! I deserve to die!"

"Norman! I should die too!"

If they could turn back time, they must go back to the past and give themselves a big blow.

Tell you not to believe it, tell you not to believe it.

Now you really took the exam, are you dumbfounded?

"Stop making trouble." Wayne came to them and said helplessly: "I'm going to take a test on the repel spell in the practical class this afternoon, so hurry up and practice..."

After receiving his reminder, the talent just woke up from a dream and quickly found someone to give up teaching.

In the end, I got a pretty good score in practical exercises, barely able to pass.

Just because Defense Against the Dark Arts is over doesn't mean the exam is over today.

Because of the special nature of the course, students have to come to the observatory at ten o'clock in the evening to draw images of observations.

When it's all over, the time has come.

While everyone was walking downstairs, Hermione took Wayne's hand and entered another corridor around a corner, arriving at the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor.

There, Qiu, Penelo, Cedric, and the Weasley twins were waiting anxiously.

"You're finally here, I'm scared to death."

Cedric was relieved to see it.

They are not so bold when traveling at night. The principal's office is not far away. If Dumbledore comes out, they will be completely in danger.

"We're here just after the exam." Hermione gasped.

Qiu walked around three times, and a door appeared out of thin air.

Except for Wayne and the other three, this was the first time for everyone else to come to the Room of Requirement, and they were extremely surprised when they saw what was behind the door.

After entering, the room was beautifully decorated, and the long dining table was filled with delicious food and a birthday cake.

"Happy birthday Wayne." Qiu's watery eyes seemed to be able to speak, and she looked at the boy with a smile.

Others ignored the observation of the Room of Requirement and followed up to express their blessings to Wayne.

The reason why they went out for a night out on a big night during exam week was because they wanted to celebrate Wayne's birthday.

Originally, the twins decided to have a good meal in the kitchen, but Qiu rejected it.

"Thank you everyone." Wayne was all smiles. This was the first time in his life that so many people celebrated his birthday.

In the past, it was just him and Humphrey, plus a few servants at most.

Wayne was very happy and blew out twelve candles while singing the birthday song, and then everyone sat down to enjoy the feast.

While eating, Cedric and others also asked about the situation of the Room of Requirement.

When they learned that this house would actually change according to the needs of the users, Gemini even shouted that they were derelict in their duties.

The two of them have devoted themselves to exploring all the secret passages in the school since they entered school, but they have not found such a treasure trove in front of them, which makes them feel very frustrated.

Hermione was still asking Wayne to answer the question. She found that she had omitted an argument for transfiguration, and the little witch's face immediately shrank.

"Don't be discouraged." Wayne smiled and said, "Even if I miss it and you get '0', there won't be any problem."

"Hmph." Hermione raised her chin: "It's not enough to just get an 'O', I have to surpass you and get first in grade."

Wayne smiled even more happily: "Then you are overthinking. You want to be the first in your grade in these seven years, unless I drop out of school early."

"Don't look down on people." Hermione said unwillingly:

"You didn't review before the exam. Getting a perfect score in the practical part is not a problem, but there will definitely be omissions in the knowledge points.

"So you're confident?" Wayne looked at him.

Hermione nodded firmly.

"Then let's make a bet." Wayne continued to seduce. Hermione hesitated for a moment, but quickly agreed.

"What's the stakes?"

"Like this..." Wayne whispered something into Hermione's ear, and soon, his fair face turned red.

Seeing her like this, Wayne waved his hand pretending not to care, "If you're scared, just pretend I didn't say anything."

"Who said I'm scared?" Hermione immediately retorted: "If I were the first in my grade, you would have to teach me the Patronus Charm.

"It's a deal."

Qiu looked at the two of them and shook his head helplessly.

Hermione is still too strong. How could a bad guy like Wayne bet with you if he wasn't sure?

I don't know what conditions were proposed that made Hermione react so strongly.

The girl's thoughts were divergent and she didn't know what she thought of. Her earlobes began to turn pink.

Because there was an exam tomorrow morning, everyone didn’t stay too much after the meal.

After just a short rest, they all went to the dormitory to rest.

In a blink of an eye, the last day of exam week has come.

As long as you persist for an hour and finish the History of Magic exam, you can easily play for a week until the exam results are announced.

When Cuthbert Binns asked everyone to put down their quills and roll up their parchment, the cheers never stopped, and even the muggy weather couldn't stop everyone's enthusiasm.

Wayne also let out a long sigh.

It’s finally over.

His freshman career is coming to an end.

The students all ran out of the castle happily, and Wayne got into the box.

"How is it, Gardevoir, has Yuan Luo taken action?"

"Sana!"

Gardevoir shook her head slightly. The Marauder's Map was placed in front of her, and Wayne leaned over to take a look.

Quirrell had just come out of a classroom that Wayne remembered as the sixth grade exam room.

Dumbledore was also in his office and did not leave the school.

Entering exam week, Wayne kept the Marauder's Map open and handed it to Gardevoir, asking her to keep an eye on Quirrell.

No one can guarantee when Voldemort will be ready to take action.

Even though a mechanism was installed in the corridor on the fourth floor, Wayne still added a double insurance.

"You've worked hard these days." Wayne touched Gardevoir's head, "Go and rest, I'll just come and see you."

Gardevoir smiled, narrowed his eyes, and shook his head.

the other side.

After the exam, Harry finally had time to think about the Philosopher's Stone.

He always felt that he had missed some key information, but he couldn't remember it.

Until...we walked to Hagrid's hut.

"By the way, dragon egg!" Harry's eyes lit up and he immediately found the most suspicious place.

There is no doubt that Hagrid likes the fire dragon, but why would a strange person happen to appear and give him the dragon egg almost half way?

Harry walked into Hagrid's hut, quickly got the answer he wanted, and hurried back to the castle.

It was late at night.

The reveling little wizard returned to the lounge and continued to play, but the castle had become silent.

Dumbledore's icon suddenly disappeared from the Marauder's Map, and Wayne was shocked.

Sure enough, not long after, Quirrell, who had been staying in his office, walked out.

He did not go directly to the corridor on the fourth floor. Instead, he went to Filch's office first and came out after not staying long.

Dumbledore had left the school, and the map showed that Snape was also in the office.

Now is the best time for Voldemort to get the Philosopher's Stone.

In the silent corridor, a figure wearing a purple robe walked slowly, it was Quirrell.

At this time, Quirrell's expression was very calm, without the timidity and cowardice in the past, and he raised his head.

Slowly rush from the second floor to the fourth floor.

But his heart was far from as peaceful as he showed. Instead, he was as excited as an erupting volcano.

He endured it for almost a year, and in the process, he suffered countless grievances.

He was ridiculed by the little wizard in class as a liar who could only read from textbooks.

I was complained and almost kicked out of school.

Watching Quidditch, I almost got knocked unconscious.

In order to restore the body of the Dark Lord, his vault in Gringotts was empty enough to make extra money during the Christmas period.

He went to the Forbidden Forest to look for unicorns, was beaten half to death, and had to endure the pain to come back and continue to be a teacher.

He was threatened by the little wizard and handed over the final exam papers in advance just so that he could not talk to him.

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Quirrell paused, and the corners of his mouth that had been raised unconsciously dropped.

There's so much traces of Lawrence in this...

Damn Lawrence, when the great Dark Lord is resurrected, you will be the first to be killed!

Quirrell secretly gritted his teeth and moved his feet a little faster.

There is no need to be angry with a dying person.

He, the Dark Lord's right-hand man and the greatest contributor to his resurrection, will from now on be the most powerful being in the world of magic.

It is said that in the East, such a person is called nine thousand years old.

From now on, he will be nine thousand years old in England!

No, the whole continent!

At this time, Quirrell was already swollen to the extreme.

Dumbledore?

His eyes were dim, and just one letter sent him from school to London hundreds of miles away.

Snape?

You bastard, haven't you been spying on me?

There are a lot of test papers for little wizards waiting for you to correct. By the time you realize something is wrong, the Dark Lord has long been resurrected.

McGonagall?

Forget it, I dare not comment on this.

Finally, Quirrell came to the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor and looked at the dilapidated wooden door.

He felt his heartbeat speeding up.

All the glory and wealth are behind that door!

Over the past year, he has clearly understood all the levels assigned by the professor, and he has a clear understanding of the information.

Going in now is just a formality.

"Master, I'm going to start!"

Quirrell said excitedly to Voldemort in his mind.

"Go, my child." Voldemort's voice was still weak, but also mixed with a hint of excitement.

"Break all obstacles and get the last magic stone for me, and I will give you everything!"

"Praise you, my master." Quirrell said piously and took out the harp that had been prepared from under his robe.

After waving the magic wand, the harp started playing automatically, emitting beautiful sounds.

"Alohomora! (Alohomora opens)"

Quirrell unscrewed the door and stepped inside.

At the same time, I cursed Hagrid again in my mind.

In order to obtain this information, we must deal with the most difficult three-headed dog.

He spent the last of his property and even borrowed a loan shark in exchange for a dragon egg.

It turned out to be such a simple method.

What a waste of blood.

The melodious tune reached Lu Wei's ears, who was about to have a seizure. Soon, the three-headed dog's six eyelids drooped.

Even though he struggled hard, after more than ten seconds, Lu Wei lay on the ground and fell asleep.

Quirrell then waved, and the three-headed dog was pushed aside, revealing the trap door beneath it.

The next level is Professor Sprout's Devil's Net.

This mediocre dean of Hufflepuff is so soft-hearted.

If you use Devil's Net as a checkpoint, you are really afraid that the person who breaks through the checkpoint will fall to death.

Looking at the dark, bottomless tunnel, Quirrell smiled peacefully.

Jumped directly.

.....

After two days of rest, my hand is feeling better. I’ll send Quirrell away at midnight today. Don’t say I’m short-changed!