Hogwarts: Please Graduate Soon

"Arthur, you shouldn't be so impulsive." Hagrid held up Mr. Weasley and kindly dusted him off, almost causing him to vomit blood.

"That bad guy Lucius will definitely plot against you behind your back."

"Am I afraid of him? Okay, Rubeus, put me down quickly." Mr. Weasley wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and came to Ginny's side, "Ginny, are you okay?"

"No, it's okay, Dad." The little girl said timidly.

It was just a verbal conflict at first, until she angrily threw the cauldron at Draco Malfoy, and the two started fighting.

"Huh?" Wayne came over at this time and stopped Ginny who was about to pick up the crucible: "Is this the 72nd edition of the Transfiguration Guide?"

"Can I exchange it with you for a new textbook? This book is quite old."

"Wayne, no..." Mr. Weasley wanted to say something else, but Wayne had already handed Ginny the brand new textbook without any explanation.

"Mr. Weasley, although there are no errors in the old version of the textbook, many recently improved spells are not recorded.

"To me, this book has a lot of collection value." Wayne smiled.

"Besides, you don't want Ginny to lose at the starting line, right?"

Mr. Weasley stopped talking at this time, and he saw that Wayne kept rubbing the old textbook, and he obviously really liked it, rather than worrying about their face.

"Thank you, Wayne," Ginny whispered.

"Everyone gets what he needs." The boy's smile made the little girl's face turn as red as her hair.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

There was another commotion from the crowd, and Lockhart, who was hosting the autograph session, saw that his limelight was being stolen from him, so he quickly came over to see what was going on.

A grumpy short man pushed his way through the crowd roughly, looking for an angle to take a photo of Lockhart, and was about to run into an unaware Hermione.

The smile on Wayne's face turned cold and his eyes rolled away.

The man flew out upside down, slammed into the bookshelf in the corner, and let out a cry.

Wayne stepped forward, crushed the camera that was thrown to the ground with his foot, and stared at the man who was still howling with cold eyes.

"If you haven't learned what politeness is, don't embarrass yourself."

The man was about to open his mouth to curse, but when he met Wayne's indifferent gaze, his body was almost frozen and he couldn't say a word.

"What's your name?" Wayne asked condescendingly.

"I, I am Ciprien Paraya, a reporter from the Daily Prophet. You, what do you want to do?"

The man replied subconsciously, and then became a little angry. He was actually frightened by a child.

The anger in his heart grew stronger, but thinking of Wayne's emotionless look just now, he didn't dare to say anything harsh.

For him to suddenly fly so far away, someone must have done something to him. He wasn't sure if it was this little wizard.

670 "Get out of here!"

After looking at the trampled camera with distress, the man stood up in embarrassment and ran out.

"Wayne, it's okay, he didn't touch me." Hermione walked up and said softly.

She also knew why Wayne was suddenly angry.

The girl's eyes were full of sweetness and she hugged Wayne's arm.

Watching the man leave, Wayne gave Hermione a smile and muttered something.

He doesn't like to use black magic, but that doesn't mean he can't use it.

He is now using his real name as the link to put a curse on the man just now. If he is lucky, he will lose his arms and legs at most.

Bad luck... I'm afraid no one will be able to see him again.

What Wayne lost was just a tiny bit of vitality, which was restored in just one sip of Feng Wang Milk.

In the distance, Ginny looked at Wayne's back, her eyes sparkling.

After coming out of the bookstore.

Mr. Weasley repeatedly told everyone not to mention what happened just now.

Otherwise, Jasmine knew that he would be in trouble again.

Hagrid also came to the Leaky Cauldron with everyone this time. Everyone drank a glass of butterbeer, and the group went home.

Wayne thought for a while and realized that it was only a few days anyway, so he did not go back to Cedric's house. Instead, he sent Hermione back and returned to his own home.

Opening the worn Transfiguration textbook, there was a worn black notebook inside.

The cover has faded, but is in very good condition without too many wrinkles.

Put in the second-hand book area, it is just the most ordinary notebook.

No one could have imagined that this was actually the first Horcrux Voldemort made for himself, and it was also the most special one.

Voldemort made a total of six Horcruxes intentionally or unintentionally (the seventh one has not yet been made). Only the diary has its own memory, consciousness, and thinking ability.

Wayne did not immediately initiate a chat with Tom, but first put the notebook into a box alone.

This box has runes that isolate magic and perception, and is also under a tracking spell, so it can be found no matter where it is.

Make some preparations first, and then have a good chat with this senior.

In the next few days, he spent the next few days making a special ink mixed with the troll's saliva and dragon's blood.

He also made a special trip to Devon to find Newt and asked for some venom from the Winged Demon.

All kinds of high-end materials and all kinds of disgusting things make this special water difficult to describe.

While possessing powerful life energy, it is also ‘overflowing with fragrance’

Guaranteed to make Tom horny.

Two days later, September 1st.

It's the beginning of the new semester, and little wizards from all over the country are flocking to King's Cross Station.

Qiu and Hermione packed their luggage and were taken to Wayne's home by Gardevoir.

"It may feel a little uncomfortable for a while, so eat this first."

Wayne handed over two blue pills.

"What is this?" Hermione asked curiously.

"To prevent motion sickness, the reaction to apparation over long distances will be more severe, so it's best to take it just in case."

After hearing this, the two of them took the medicine obediently and let Wayne hold their hands.

Phoenix King hovered in the room with a loud singing voice. The flames left a long trail behind her, wrapped all three of them, and then exploded suddenly.

When the light dissipated, the three people in the room and Feng Wang also disappeared.

Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.

The three of Wayne appeared in the empty office. Hermione and Qiu hugged his arms tightly, their faces very pale.

Even though they were mentally prepared, they never thought it would be so uncomfortable.

It's as if your internal organs left your body and went on a roller coaster ride. After playing hard for a while, you came back satisfied and continued working.

Each part had a different feeling of nausea and discomfort, but because of the motion sickness medicine I took, I couldn't vomit it out.

"Here, eat some plums."

Wayne gave the two women a few ordinary ebony plums. The sweet and sour taste made them stretch their foreheads and feel a lot more comfortable.

"I will never come to school like this again."

Hermione punched the boy's arm angrily. She would rather take a half-day train ride than suffer this fate again.

"It's stronger than the Portkey," Qiu Ye commented, "You'll get used to it after a few more visits."

"Ms. Zhang is right, it does take some time to get used to using Phoenix for long-distance travel.

A gentle voice came from the spiral staircase, and Dumbledore walked down with a smile.

"Children, it's such a joy to see you in advance."

"Hello, principal." Hermione and Qiu immediately became a little cautious. They were breaking school rules and did not come to school by train.

But Dumbledore had no intention of pursuing it, and instead conjured up a large table of desserts and lemon tea for a few people to eat first.

"Chirp!"

After Fox saw the Phoenix King, he approached him diligently. With the owner's permission, the Phoenix King flew out of the window with his little follower.

"How was your holiday?" Dumbledore looked at Wayne.

"It's not bad. I learned a lot of new knowledge, but it's a bit deserted." Wayne smiled and said, "Life in school is more colorful and exciting."

"Yes, this castle is always fascinating." Dumbledore strongly agreed with the young man's point of view:

"Especially seeing the active figures of you young people, I feel a lot younger."

"You're not that old." Wayne shook his head.

Lao Deng is only 110 years old this year, which is really nothing to a wizard. Like Damocles, who developed the wolfsbane potion, he is almost 200 years old this year and is still alive and kicking.

Dumbledore smiled and made no rebuttal.

Qiu and Hermione ate a simple meal before getting up and leaving. They knew that the principal had something important to do with Wayne and it was not suitable to stay here.

"Professor (chca), I have some questions here. How about you help me answer them first?"

Wayne did not rush to help Aberforth with his treatment. Instead, he dealt with the problems he encountered while studying magic during the summer vacation.

The more I know, the more confusion I feel.

The most superficial wizard is content as long as he can cast spells by chanting them.

The elite wizards who enter the palace pursue silent spells, smooth spells, and greater power of spells.

Further up, wizards' understanding of magic will change. Even if it is a spell created by others, they will want to put their own mark on it.

What is being pursued at this time is the essence of magic.

After listening to Wayne talk a lot, Dumbledore shook his head slightly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lawrence, I can't answer these questions for you."

"Do I need to pay more?" Wayne asked tentatively.

Dumbledore: "..."

"Of course not." The old man was so angry at Wayne's brain circuit that he couldn't laugh or cry: "If I can, I will do my best to answer these questions for you.

"But sometimes the answer is not the most important, but what you receive during the pursuit is the key." Dumbledore said meaningfully:

"Tom, Grindelwald, and Nico have all experienced such a period."

"Flame figured it out, so he created the Philosopher's Stone."

"The three of us figured it out and saw the essence of magic, and our strength is hundreds of millions stronger than other wizards.

Dumbledore looked at the boy with relief and crossed his fingers: "It's your turn now, Mr. Lawrence.

"Being able to touch this field in the second grade is a unique thing in the history of magic."

"Okay." Wayne was a little disappointed.

He also understood what Dumbledore meant. After all, what others taught him was not as profound as his own.

"Shall we go to the Pig's Head Bar now?"

"No, Aberforth is still busy right now, let's wait until after lunch time.

"If you want, you can take a look at the books here. They are all treasures that are not in the restricted book area.

Wayne was not polite, went to the bookshelf, and chose a book called "Screaming Souls".

This book has serious signs of being read, and someone has read it recently, probably Dumbledore himself.

There are still relatively few books on the soul in the magical world. This book is also very obscure and difficult to understand. In many places, the author only uses his own speculation and has no substance.

Sexual evidence, looks very laborious.

When it was time to set off, Wayne had just finished reading the first two chapters.

"Professor, can you lend me this book first?" Wayne looked at Dumbledore.

"Of course, but please take good care of it. It is the property of the school, not my private collection." Dumbledore was stunned at first, and then agreed readily.

"Don't worry." Wayne put the book in his pocket.

"How are we going to get there?"

"Fox and Phoenix went out to play, let's just walk there. You haven't been to Hogsmeade yet, right?"

Lao Deng asked intentionally or unintentionally, and Wayne nodded naturally.

"I'm not in my third year yet, and going to Hogsmeade is against school rules.

Dumbledore was now used to Wayne's style and was not surprised by his answer.

The two of them walked around in circles, bypassing the row of beautiful storefronts on the street, and came to a bar on the side road of the village.

The tattered wooden sign hung on a bracket, with a severed boar head painted on it, and blood stains penetrated the white cloth wrapping it.

The decorations were incredible, and Wayne's appetite was whetted even before he entered the door.

Dumbledore didn't knock on the door, but pushed it open and led Wayne in.

The room was small, dark, very dirty, and exuded a strong smell of mutton. Wayne silently cast a soaking charm on himself, but Dumbledore took it for granted.

An angry voice came from the back kitchen of the bar:

"If you want to drink, come here at night. They're closed in the afternoon, so get out!"

Dumbledore gave Wayne an apologetic smile, and then said loudly: "I won't drink, just eat something, do whatever you want."

After the scolding stopped, a tall, thin old man with white hair and beard came out holding a rag that was dirtier than the table.

Wayne took a closer look at the old man's appearance and found that he did have some resemblance to Dumbledore.

But because of his thinness and gloomy face, you wouldn't be able to associate the two together without looking carefully.

"I am not qualified to receive the greatest Headmaster of Hogwarts."

"You are not welcome here, take that brat and get out of here."

The old man waved impatiently, and the closed wooden door was opened. Dumbledore wanted to say something else, but Wayne made the first move.

Bang!

A ray of red light hit the old man who was caught off guard, sending him flying to the wall.

The two long knives hanging next to him turned into thick linen and wrapped around him, tying him up tightly.

The sudden change made the old man still confused.

He never expected that this little wizard would take action without saying a word.

Even Dumbledore was dumbfounded.

I asked you to save people, not to beat them.

"you!

"Shut up!" Wayne locked his throat and tongue. The old man hesitated and couldn't make a sound, and then walked up to him calmly.

"Old man, it's okay for you to scold the principal. You even want to bully me, the little wizard Hufflepuff. How old are you? Are you ashamed?"

Dumbledore's eyelids twitched.

It's okay if you scold me emotionally.

The old man's face turned red, but because he couldn't speak, he could only look at Wayne with bloodshot eyes, and finally looked at Dumbledore.

Your student is bullying your younger brother, but you don’t care?!

"Ahem, Mr. Lawrence, I apologize to you for my rude brother. Can you put him down first?"

Dumbledore still spoke awkwardly. This was indeed Aberforth's rude words. Although Wayne's reaction was a little exaggerated, he stood still and understood.

"Okay." Wayne nodded: "For the sake of the principal, I won't argue with you. Remember to say thank you."

Wayne lifted the petrification spell and the locking tongue spell, and the old man regained his mobility.

The first thing he did after he was able to move was to take out the wand from his lower back and throw it out angrily.

Then he saw Wayne's wand glowing with crystal green light, pointing at his head.

The young man said quietly:

"Say thank you."

The old man swallowed, his hands and feet were cold: "Thank you... thank you."

"Who asked you to tell me? It was Professor Dumbledore who asked me to let you go."

"Tell him."