Hogwarts: Please Graduate Soon

The more decadent a country is, the more morbid it is to value superiority and inferiority.

Especially those in the echelon.

Only if you respect people at higher levels, people at lower levels will do the same to you, forming a closed loop.

Therefore, in the UK, the strictness of various prefixes is almost outrageous, and the consequences of misuse are very serious.

Most people can only use Mr, which is Mr in the most common sense.

Some statuses, or those who are awarded non-inheritable honorary titles such as Lords, can be called 'Sir'

For example, Wayne's uncle, Lord Humphrey.

Only those with real inherited titles, or the heirs of these titles, can use "Lord".

Although Mr. Dursley was shocked by Mason's strange behavior, he still had no hearing problems.

When he called the boy just now, he used "Lord"!

Gulu~

Dursley swallowed unconsciously, with fear in his eyes.

He actually insulted an established heir to a noble family?

Dudley and Petunia also calmed down and stood there at a loss.

Harry looked at Wayne in shock. After being his classmate for more than a year, he had no idea that Wayne had such a terrifying status in Muggle society.

"Come here, come here.

Wayne patted the sofa.

In an instant, several people came over quickly and stood respectfully in front of Wayne.

"You should know who I am now, right?" Wayne asked again.

Mr. Dursley nodded as if he was pounding garlic, and his sweat dripped onto the floor without daring to wipe it.

"Okay, everyone, sit down." Wayne waved his hand, "You are the master here, I just came to see Harry and help him solve some problems."

After hearing Wayne's instructions, several people sat down carefully.

"By the way, did you just want to call me a freak?" Wayne looked at Mr. Dursley with interest, so scared that he almost sat on the ground, and quickly waved his hand and explained:

"No, no, Harry is the freak, and you...you are the genius.

Mr. Dursley used all his brain cells to think of the right words.

Harry:

Wayne smiled and stopped worrying about it.

"plum…."

"Mason." Mason reminded quickly in a low voice.

"Oh, Mason said that he is negotiating some business with your company." Wayne looked at Mr. Dursley, "To be honest, I took a look and found a lot of companies that are more powerful and more advantageous than your company. ..."

Mr. Dursley's face was full of despair. He seemed to be able to see a large order leaving him.

The next words ignited his hope again.

"But since you are Harry's only remaining relatives in this world, I can give you a chance."

Wayne still smiled gently: "My requirements are not high. You can give Harry whatever treatment you give to that little fat guy. When he becomes an adult, he will move out from here and I won't care about him anymore."

"As long as we can do it, if your drilling rig meets the company's requirements and the price is right, we will make it for you."

"What do you think, Mr. Dursley?"

Harry, Dudley, and Petunia all focused on Dursley.

Harry was expecting, Dudley was angry, and Petunia was terrified.

There is no doubt that Mr. Dursley made the right choice.

He promised to empty out Dudley's toy room today and let Harry live in it tonight.

Regarding Harry's various weird behaviors, as long as he didn't leave the room and didn't let the whole family see him, he would never interfere.

Wayne found it difficult to evaluate the relationship between the Dursleys and Harry.

The kindness of upbringing does exist. They raised Harry for nearly 18 years without any reward or even danger.

But treating Harry harshly is also an indisputable fact.

No one can explain this clearly. All we can say is that gender is complicated.

The list Wayne brought was enough for the Dursleys to make a lot of money, which was more than enough to cover Harry's living costs.

"Okay, that's all." The young man stood up, "Now I want to go out with my friends, you can take your time to clean up.

Mr. Dursley quickly helped Wayne open the door: "Go slowly, Master Lawrence. You are welcome to be our guest next time. The pies made by Petunia are really delicious."

"There is a chance, but I don't want the next visit to be for questioning."

Wayne warned him again before leaving, and then took Harry on the Flying Goddess and headed to Diagon Alley.

When they were in the car, Harry was still light and carefree.

He never imagined that Wayne would actually have an extremely terrifying status in Muggle society.

He actually used pure power to solve the problem that had troubled him for many years.

Then, a new question came to mind.

Harry looked at the boy next to him in confusion and asked, "Wayne, you are so rich, why are you still so keen on making money?"

"Even if it's a thousand Galleons, ten thousand Galleons are nothing to you, right?"

"You don't understand, Harry." Wayne drank the ice-cold orange juice and bit the straw invisibly.

"Let me ask you, do you feel uncomfortable if I ask you to hand over a few hundred galleons to me?"

Harry thought for a while and bared his teeth and replied: "It's really uncomfortable. Even though I know that the things you sell are worth the money, spending a large amount of money will inevitably cause pain."

"That's right." Wayne patted his shoulder happily.

"Making money is just incidental. What I want to see most is your expression of pain!"

Harry:

How did this demon get into Hufflepuff!

But something even more painful for Harry was yet to come.

The two arrived at the streets near Diagon Alley, sent away the two bodyguards and Mason, and walked straight to Gringotts through the Leaky Cauldron.

Harry directly took out thirteen hundred galleons from his vault (he had given him one hundred on the train).

There is no need to go out, just follow the goblin who leads the way and take the small mine cart to Wayne's vault. .

He saw his small money being stuffed into a treasury that was several times larger than his and filled with gold galleons.

Harry's mentality was completely shattered.

no.

You are so rich, why are you still looking at my inheritance?

Wayne on the side was smiling broadly.

Seven thousand points arrived, and combined with his previous accumulation, he already had more than 12,500 points.

This wave is quite profitable.

He had just seen that Harry still had nearly ten thousand Galleons in his vault.

With so much money, the minimum guarantee is five or six gold cards.

If you help Sirius rehabilitate, let him and Harry recognize each other, and then screw Sirius...

"Wayne, can you please stop being so obsessed with me."

Harry had goosebumps. Wayne didn't say a word, just looked at him with that look...

He thought for a long time and could only think of Dudley looking at the hamburger and Ronald looking at the chicken legs as analogies.

Do you want to eat him?

Wayne finally came to his senses and said, "Oh, I was just thinking about what to eat with Hermione for a while."

Harry was even more hurt.

Not only is Wayne rich, he also has a girl to accompany him!

There’s more than one!

The two of them left Gringotts. Harry, who had been shocked to the point of unconsciousness, hurriedly said goodbye and left. He was afraid that he would be even more depressed if he was further stimulated.

Being able to freely enter and leave Diagon Alley and feel the atmosphere of the magical world is a great thing, but you must not let Wayne lead you astray.

On the other side, Wayne arrived at Hermione's house and took the little witch into normal clothes to go out.

Today, Hermione was wearing a white shirt, a pleated skirt, and a pair of small leather shoes. She looked youthful and no different from an ordinary Muggle student.

Of course, she must be much more beautiful than them.

The two came to a French cafe, ordered desserts and coffee, and sat in the corner chatting.

"Don't lower your voice deliberately, they can't hear our conversation." Wayne said.

Hermione looked around in surprise and found that this was indeed the case, and said anxiously:

"Have you forgotten, we can't cast spells outside the school, this violates..."

"Stop, stop, stop." Wayne quickly stretched out his hand to interrupt her: "Don't worry, the Ministry of Magic won't detect it. The method Newt taught me is absolutely fine.

This is also because Hermione went out without her wand, so Wayne dared to use magic.

Otherwise, even though his wand had no trace, Hermione's did.

His use of magic will still be detected, and there is a high chance that the pot will be used on Hermione's head.

Just like Dobby used magic near Harry, but it was Harry who received the warning letter.

Hermione relaxed and became excited.

"How do you do this? I want to learn it too! Not being able to use magic during the summer vacation will drive me crazy."

"Yes, you can, but you have to give me the wand for a day and need to do some processing.

The girl agreed without hesitation and entrusted Wayne with the most precious... wand.

After the two of them finished eating, they discussed where to go in the afternoon.

Originally, Wayne wanted to take Hermione back to his home to play. It would be his territory there and he wouldn't be able to bully her as much as he wanted.

But Hermione actually said that she would take advantage of the summer vacation to study Muggle school courses, and there was no one else.

Wayne could only follow her home.

While Hermione was doing the questions, he was so bored that he fell asleep on Hermione's bed.

It wasn't until she finished finishing a paper that Hermione discovered that the boy was sleeping soundly. She walked over and looked at the handsome face, her heart beating fast.

This is her home...

She can do whatever she wants?

The home field advantage gave the little witch great courage. She lightly pecked Wayne on the lips, and then jumped away in a hurry, as if she had done something extraordinary.

Wayne, who had already woken up when Hermione walked over quietly, but pretended to be asleep, was speechless.

Girl, why did you take my script?

Late at night, inside the suitcase.

Wayne put Hermione's wand into the potion that had already been prepared, told Gardevoir to take it out a day later, rubbed his hands, and came to the living room of the cabin.

...Please give me flowers...

Still a portrait of Merlin, three sticks of ambergris.

It's just that this time the sacrifice was replaced by the twins' fifteen-year love fortune.

The reason why he drew the card at this time was because Wayne specifically asked the centaur Firenze to figure it out.

Now is the time when he has had the most luck in the past half month.

Although the system has said that all external factors will not affect the final effect of drawing cards, but based on the experience last time, Wayne does not believe this nonsense.

It is better to believe that it exists than to believe that it does not exist.

If it is crooked this time, it means that the centaurs' divination skills are not good.

If it wasn't crooked...then he would suspect that the system had a habit of collecting other people's luck.

"System, settle the task first."

A cold beep sounded at the right time.

[Congratulations to the host, the mission of ‘Quirrell’s Evil Fall’ has been completed. The target’s flesh and blood have dried up, his soul has burned out, and his mind and body have suffered double consequences.

Heavy extreme blow. 】

[Final evaluation: Excellent, get a critical hit gift pack, plus 4,000 points. 】

Professor Quirrell, I will remember your help.

Wayne remembered Quirrell with a heavy face for a second, then turned into a smile and said:

"First come to five ten companies and try your luck!"

He now has a huge sum of more than 16,000 points, which is more than enough to draw a gold card. If the gold card rewards are good, he will open the gift package.

If the reward doesn't work...then save it for next time when you are lucky.

Five ten in a row with seven purple cards, no new talents, just some advanced magic spells.

"Go on fifty."

Wayne continued to draw without looking up.

What surprised him was that in the ninth tenth company, he had already withdrawn money.

This seems to be his first advance payment.

.........0...

After breaking through the other purple cards first, there was only one spell, 'Serial Lightning', that suited Wayne's taste.

This is a group attack spell that can rely on the power of lightning to paralyze the enemy. It is more flexible and faster than the thunder net.

The last gold card shattered suddenly, turning into a glow that shrouded Wayne's body, and gradually gathered into a magical body.

[Yinghui————Supreme Heaven: Comes from a strange plane, is released by unknown things, and has incredible power. 】

[Now, it has been transformed into the ‘Supreme Sky Robe’ according to the will of the host. 】

[Supreme Sky Robe: Increases the recovery speed of the host's magic power, reduces the spell release interval, provides the host with 60% strength of the armor spell, and automatically repairs it within five seconds after being broken. 】

[Active activation: Enter the 'Above the Sky' mode, the magic power consumption is doubled, the power of the spell is increased by 30%, the duration is five minutes, and the cooling time is six hours. 】

"Supreme Heaven..."

Wayne murmured softly, it was the Tian cabin.

With a wave of his hand, the stars moved around, the sunlight in the suitcase disappeared, and the moonlight swayed down.

The Moon-Crazy Beasts walked out of the cave, looking at the sky with big eyes in confusion.

It was obvious that they had just fallen asleep, so why was it late at night again?

On the lawn, the pure black robe reflected light like neon lights, and mysterious lines were outlined by purple energy threads, powerful and elegant.

The breeze blows, and the robe does not look like a solid, but flows like a liquid. ’

"Some are too flashy." Wayne shook his head.

As his thoughts changed, the strange neon light disappeared and turned into calm black, which made him feel a lot more comfortable.

In terms of function, it is definitely a good robe.

To describe it in game terms, it means reducing the CD, adding back the mana, and adding a shield that refreshes every ten years and six seconds.

Finally, there is an active gain skill, which consumes magic power in exchange for an explosion of magic power.

Thirty percent doesn't seem like much, but if this 30% was given to Dumbledore, he would probably be able to hammer Voldemort to death.

A word to Wayne...

He tilted his head, feeling that something was wrong...

Nothing seems to have changed.

Those who can beat it can still beat it, but it is a little easier.

Those who cannot be defeated are like Lao and Deng. They still cannot be defeated.

hiss...

What is going on in this world? Why is there such a gap between Yinfa and professor level!

For a moment, Wayne didn't know whether he was lucky or not lucky to have drawn this robe.

"Hestia, do you want me to open the gift bag now?"

Wayne turned around, looked at the unicorn that came running out of nowhere, and asked softly.

"Woo~!"

Looking at Wayne meekly with her big watery eyes, Hestia arched her head forward and let Wayne hold her.

"I see what you mean." Wayne nodded.

"If the rewards are bad it's the centaur's fault."

"After I return to school, I will go to the Forbidden Forest to settle the score with them. It will not be settled until I pay a few bundles of herbs."

Hestia, who was still acting coquettishly, stopped, her clear eyes full of confusion.

Is that what she meant?

Thanks to [Want to Eat GELATO], [Tang Yin], [13691] boss for the reward, the boss spent a lot of money.

Thank you for your concern. This is not tenosynovitis, but the joints of my fingers are sore and swollen from typing too much. A dip in ice water makes me feel better. .