Hogwarts: Please Graduate Soon

Ancient magic is a field that few wizards touch nowadays.

It is said to be ancient magic, but in fact it belongs to the same system as the magic used by modern wizards.

The reason for its gradual loss is also very simple.

That's just too difficult.

In ancient times, when the magic system was not completely complete, all wizards were groping forward on their own.

This requires high enough talent.

Perhaps a wizard who was called a genius in ancient times did not master as many spells as a student today.

But when it comes to talent and the effects of using it, they are completely different.

One is extremely talented and relies purely on instinct and understanding to use magic, while the other is an ordinary person produced on an industrial assembly line.

It's inherently unfair to compare them together.

The magic that Nico taught Wayne was actually not the first ancient magic he came into contact with.

Things like Gubler's Fairy Fire, Vulcan's Way, and even Voldemort's thunder net are all part of ancient magic.

Among them, Leiwang is incomplete, and Wayne felt it when he was studying.

This should be part of some larger magic.

Either Voldemort was hiding something secret, or...even he didn't get it completely.

But this time it's different.

The space magic displayed in the form of rune formations and runes is closer to the essence.

After setting it up, Wayne had a lot of insights into Apparition.

He took one step forward, and there was no distortion that comes with normal apparation. Instead, he opened a door directly from the space, walked straight through, and reached his destination.

Looking at his attribute list, he saw that Apparition had quietly reached the master level.

“I didn’t expect there would be an unexpected harvest.”

Wayne raised an eyebrow.

There are a lot of ancient magics in Nico's library, but most of them are pretty useless.

Originally, he didn't plan to learn it, but now it seems that he can draw parallels and benefit other magics, so there is no harm in learning.

That is, he had to learn ancient Greek and ancient Hebrew from scratch. The meaning of those magics cannot be accurately expressed using modern vocabulary.

The next day, Wayne brought Qiu and Hermione home to show off his results.

The two little witches, who had not yet learned how to apparate, were having a great time, constantly teleporting around the room.

Wayne also had a great time. First, he secretly kissed Hermione in his bedroom, and then immediately teleported to the living room, giving Qiu some benefits.

Absolute master of space management.

During lunch, both of their faces were flushed.

However, they didn't think much about it, they just thought that the other party was flushed due to the excitement of playing hard just now.

"Let Gardevoir take you back this afternoon."

Wayne said suddenly.

"Where are you going?" Hermione looked at him curiously.

Wayne smiled slightly: "Let's discuss a business deal."

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Spider End Alley.

This is a suburban street in Cokeworth, which can even be called a slum. It is full of dilapidated houses and rubbish can be seen everywhere.

But to Snape, it had a different meaning.

When he was young, he lived here with his witch mother Eileen Prince, also known as Eileen Snape, and his Muggle father Tobias Snape.

His father was very irritable, but his mother was always tolerant. Therefore, Snape's childhood life was not happy. He could always hear the voice of his alcoholic father scolding his mother at home. .

But here, he has a neighbor.

Lily Evans.

It was Lily who gave Snape the only warmth at that time, and it was this girl who accompanied him into Hogwarts.

But eventually they parted ways.

In a house at the end of the alley. The bookshelves on the surrounding walls are filled with books, and there is a shabby sofa and a shabby long table in the dim red light.

A short middle-aged man was tightly tied and lying on the long table, his mouth also gagged.

His two small eyes were bulging, looking at Snape who was standing expressionless in front of him in horror, whimpering crazily.

Snape never thought of himself as a good person.

He doesn't even care if others think he is a good person.

The only people he once cared about were no longer in this world, be it the Death Eaters or the Order of the Phoenix.

He hung out in various circles and gathered information for Dumbledore. He was just trying to avenge Lily and protect her bloodline.

This was Snape's idea before, and it hasn't changed now.

However, after King Feng's tears appeared, he saw a glimmer of hope.

He didn't tell anyone about his thoughts and goals, including Blido.

He wants to resurrect Lily.

After swallowing his anger and giving him all his potion knowledge, he obtained a total of four bottles of Phoenix King's Tears from that hateful boy.

But now, there is only the last half bottle left. Fortunately, he has also researched something.

He didn't know who the man lying on the table was, and he didn't care.

Just random shit grabbed from Knockturn Alley.

Finally, seeing that the man's spirit was almost broken, Snape spoke with a hoarse voice:

"If you can survive after today's experiment, then I can erase this memory and let you live."

"If you can't survive, I will also help you find a good mass grave..."

After saying that, his wand turned into a sharp knife and pierced the man's heart without hesitation. (bjeh) Snape's expression did not change during the whole process, as if he was stabbing a watermelon instead of a person.

The man died soon. He held a stopwatch, and four minutes after his death, he poured a bottle of golden liquid into the man's mouth and used magic to smooth it down.

A burst of bright red light erupted from the man's body, and the wound in his heart was healing at an alarming speed.

Snape's heart also beat violently.

One minute.

Two minutes.

five minutes...

Just as he shook his head in disappointment and was about to throw the body away, the man suddenly sat up!

Success!

Snape jumped up excitedly and waved his fist vigorously.

He finally succeeded and snatched people from the hands of death!

There is an iron rule in potions science: no potion can bring someone back to life.

But he broke it today!

He looked at the remaining half bottle of Phoenix King's Tears with hot eyes.

The intuition is not wrong.

This is hope, all hope.

The man lying on the table also thought he had escaped, but what he didn't expect was.

Phew!

Another stab, and Snape stabbed him to death again.

This time it was not four minutes, but a full two hours.

He poured the potion into the man's mouth again.

The miracle did not happen. The wound in the heart was repaired by the powerful vitality, but the man never sat up again this time.

The disappointment was palpable, but Snape was not discouraged.

He already has ideas and directions, and as long as he keeps studying, he will always make progress.

The only problem is the Phoenix King's tears. This is all we have at hand, so we can't conduct experiments unscrupulously.

If only Lawrence could be as easy to trick as Potter.

Then Phoenix King can have as many tears as he wants?

Bang bang.

At this time, the door of the house was knocked, and a young man's voice came.

"Is anyone home?!"

Still troubled, Snape shook his head.

There was something wrong with my brain. I actually hallucinated Lawrence's voice.

"Hey, Professor Snape, I know you're at home. If you can, open the door!"

, it’s really Lawrence.

Snape's face turned blue visibly, and the boy's chatter kept coming from the door.

As soon as he waved his robe, the man on Natsuko was swallowed up by the rising floor.

After returning everything to their original positions, Snape quickly walked to the door and opened the door.

What caught his eye was a handsome face with a bright smile.

"Lawrence..." Snape's tone sounded like a can of herrings: "Why do you know I live here?"

"Dumbledore told me. I said I had some questions about potions that I wanted to ask the professor for, so he told me.

Wayne's tone was cheerful, and he stuck his head out curiously: "Why don't you invite me in and sit down?"

"It's summer vacation now, I have no obligation to answer any questions for you.

"Don't be so ungrateful, Professor. Even though you don't have this kind of thing, you still have to pretend."

Snape almost gasped.

I finally took a break from being treated like a bull and a horse by Dumbledore, so you're here to deal damage again, right?

Although he now wanted to teach Wayne a lesson with a curse.

However, due to various reasons, the person was still let in.

"Tsk, this is too shabby and does not suit your status as a potion master.

After Wayne came in, he commented on the arrangement of the room. It was not until Snape silently pulled out his wand that the boy obediently stopped.

Pull, pull like crazy.

Wayne was relieved, but Snape was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.

The good mood I had just succeeded in was completely ruined.

"Ask me if you have any questions, and leave my house immediately after asking!" The old bat almost roared and issued an ultimatum.

"Well, there is indeed a potion problem, but that's not the point. Wayne waved his hand and sat on the sofa in a familiar manner.

In order to prevent his tailor-made suit from getting stained by someone's hair oil, he used two powerful cleaning spells before sitting down.

"Do you know Agathe McKay and Spencer Valor?"

Hearing these two names, Snape frowned, "How do you know them?"

"Hassan Mustafa told me."

"The president of the International Quidditch Federation?"

"That's right."

Snape couldn't help but glance at the boy.

He usually comes into contact with people like this.

Snape said calmly: "We are barely acquaintances. They also live in this alley and bought a lot of potions from me.

"For the sake of McKay being my Slytherin senior, I gave them some."

Wayne clapped happily: "That's great, I didn't expect there would be such a relationship."

"What do you want from them?" Snape asked.

"That's right, these two have built a small broomstick workshop. I'm very optimistic about it."

"With your professor's connections, this becomes more promising."

You haven't even seen anyone, so what can you expect?

Snape sneered in his heart and said sarcastically: "Why should I help you?"

"Oh, so you don't want to help me." Wayne stood up and shook his head regretfully: "Then I'd better go find Professor Dumbledore with the Phoenix King's tears.

"Wait." Snape stopped him and stood up.

"Since you have come to ask me for help, I will reluctantly help you this time and not next time.

Ten minutes later, Snape brought Wayne to a house that was even worse than his own.

Knocked

Door.

Soon, footsteps were heard, the wooden door was opened, and the head of a middle-aged Mediterranean man was revealed, looking as if he had not slept for days and nights.

The eye sockets are sunken and the skin is pale.

Either he indulges too much, or he is a technical person who stays up late every day.

"Snape?" The person who opened the door also recognized the person.

"Valor." Snape nodded coldly, and Wayne stepped forward enthusiastically.

"Hello, I'm Wayne Lawrence."

"Hello, what's the matter?"

"That's it..." Wayne quickly stated the purpose of his trip.

When he heard that a little wizard actually wanted to invest in himself, Xu Hanhua's eyes were hard to describe.

Wayne gave Snape a look.

That bottle of tears is not free.

The arrogant director of the snake hospital finally succumbed to the treasure and stood up to testify for Wayne.

"Don't worry, this guy is rich, very rich."

Only then did Hua Luo welcome the two of them in doubtfully and take them to the basement.

The basement has been cast with a traceless stretching spell, and it has been transformed into their production plant and laboratory.

There are ten goblins inside, polishing various parts of the broomstick.

There is also a man in the middle who is also bald and looks older than Valor. This is the other partner Agathe MacKay.

"Snape, long time no see."

McKay enthusiastically walked up and shook hands with Snape, who was a little uncomfortable with it. Valor took the opportunity to explain the purpose of their visit.

McKay's smile faded a little.

"I don't think we need the investment."

"Is it true?" Wayne asked back: "Why did I hear Mustafa say that you are already deeply in debt?"

"You actually know him?" McKay said unexpectedly.

"I met at Nicoléme's house." Wayne said, and took out a photo.

This was taken at a tea party at that time. He was standing between Newt and Nicolas Flamel, surrounded by many big figures in academia.

Hassan Mustafa stands out among them.

Seeing this photo, several people's eyelids jumped.

They were all amazed by Wayne's hands and eyes.

"Mr. McKay, Mr. Valor, I am simply optimistic about your project and believe that the Firebolt will be an epoch-making broomstick."

"I will not interfere in any production process, such as the profit sharing ratio."

"In the early stage, I can inject ten thousand galleons to help you pay off all your debts. We can discuss it later if necessary."

"In addition, as long as your broom is good enough, I can contact various national teams to help you sell goods.

"hiss!"

The two Mediterraneans gasped in unison.

Ten thousand galleons!

There will be more later!

Now, the two of them were finally moved.

With Wayne's connections and financial resources, he can indeed help them a lot.

After glancing at the goblins who were secretly paying attention to them, McKay scolded a few words and took Wayne and Snape to the office next door.

"Is what you just said true?"

Being ambitious does not depend on your age, and being wealthy does not depend on your youth.

The aura displayed by Wayne had already made them lower their posture unconsciously.

Snapped!

A dragon skin money bag was thrown out, the mouth of the bag was open, revealing the luster of gold.

They could clearly see that it was filled with gold Galleons, and the Traceless Stretching Spell had also been cast, so they couldn't even count them.

Snape couldn't help but glance at the boy.

Lucius Malfoy doesn't have the courage to carry ten thousand galleons with him when he goes out.

"Here is ten thousand gold galleons, and all my sincerity lies here."

"What share do you want?" Valor asked.

"Forty-nine percent." Wayne offered his price.

"Too high."

"How much do you think is enough?"

"Twenty percent?"

Wayne looked at their humble environment and the factory building without a complete broom outside.

"So, you think this business is worth fifty thousand galleons?"

Valor and McKay both lowered their heads in embarrassment.

After some bickering, Wayne finally purchased 33% of the shares of this small workshop for twelve thousand galleons.

It only has the right to make suggestions and dividends, and cannot intervene in specific production details.

In fact, even if they asked Wayne to intervene, he wouldn't bother to do it.

Why bother with a project that is destined to succeed?

If you really want to, you might as well develop a stronger broom from scratch.

After getting the money, the two of them checked one by one to prevent gold coins with leprechauns from being mixed in.

After confirming that all the money was real, McKay and Valor hugged each other excitedly and almost cried.

"Great, the goblins' wages will finally be paid next month!"

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