Hogwarts: Please Graduate Soon

This exchange was unpleasant, and Tom had clearly lost his patience.

He wanted to use the Imperius Curse to control 'Harry' to go to the Forbidden Forest to hunt magical animals for him and replenish his energy.

After showing some struggle, Wayne complied with Tom's wishes and pretended to be controlled by the Imperius Curse.

Only after reaching the master level of meditation, and his spirit and will became extremely solid, could Wayne dare to do this.

He found several dwarf pig monsters in the Forbidden Forest and gave the diary some blood.

It just so happened that I took this opportunity to show my fear of the diary and threw it away.

Then he was picked up by Lockhart, a kind-hearted person passing by.

In the last Defense Against the Dark Arts class of the semester, Lockhart gave each student a greeting card written by him and said with a wink:

"This card is not for you, take it back to your parents, I think they will like it.

Wayne heard Ronald complain: "Mom will definitely frame all the greeting cards, all of them."

After all the students left, Lockhart found a worn black notebook on the seat in the first row.

He picked it up curiously.

The first page contained a note.

"Whoever you are, please give the notebook to Dumbledore as soon as possible!"

The font is a very standard print, and it's impossible to tell who wrote the note.

Lockhart thought about it carefully and found that this position was actually vacant today. Firstly, there were no students at all.

"Leave it to Dumbledore?"

Lockhart murmured that although he himself was a useless wizard who couldn't do anything except the Forgetting Curse, he had copied so many people's stories and felt familiar with such a scene.

There's definitely something weird about this notebook...

Maybe it's a dark magic item.

As an adult, Lockhart knows very well that black magic items represent danger, but in fact, black "990" magic items also represent...power.

If he could gain powerful power, he wouldn't care if it was a black magic item.

Take it back and study it. If you find something wrong, give it to Dumbledore.

You can also say that you discovered it yourself, and you can gain a wave of reputation.

Lockhart quickly made up his mind. Greed and desire had made him lose his mind. Maybe... there was a little help from Wayne.

Seeing Lockhart walking into his office with a notebook, Gardevoir, who had been monitoring him, appeared for a moment and then went back to report to Wayne.

In the office, Lockhart tested various black magic detection instruments and found no abnormalities, so he relaxed.

After looking over and over Japan for a long time, I didn't find anything wrong.

Lockhart was a little disappointed. He thought this was a prank by some little wizard to create an atmosphere of panic.

Seeing the red ink on the table, he thought for a moment, dipped his quill in the ink, and left his signature on the first page.

Forget it, just use it as waste and practice your own signature font.

To Lockhart's surprise, the line of text flickered on the paper and then was absorbed, leaving no trace at all.

[Hello, Gilderoy Lockhart, my name is Tom Riddle, how did you find my Yuki's D?

"Is this the correct way to use it?" Lockhart cheered up.

"I picked it up from the table in the classroom. I don't know who threw it. There was a note inside, asking me to give it to Dumbledore."

[Maybe I was mistaken for a black magic item, but in fact, I am just a memory

Tom uses his skills and gradually gains Lockhart's trust.

'Harry' dropped it, which actually didn't surprise Tom.

Recently, he could feel that 'Harry' was becoming suspicious of him, especially after using the Imperius Curse.

It is indeed a pity that he cannot use the body of his old enemy to complete his revenge on Dumbledore.

But the person who picked him up seemed to be more stupid, which made Tom feel a lot more relaxed.

It doesn't seem to be entirely a bad thing, at least the risk of Blido's discovery has been reduced a lot.

You must know that it took him several conversations to gain the trust of 'Harry'.

But this new owner... never doubted its origin at all...

Tom was thinking that if he had been picked up by this guy from the beginning, Dumbledore would have been driven away by him long ago and he would have been successfully resurrected.

Lockhart had no idea that he had already regarded him as a fool in Tom's heart, and he was beaming with joy at this moment.

It was another wonderful experience. He could actually talk to the diary. He had already thought of the title of his next book.

How about just calling it "Gilderoy Lockhart and the Diary"?

"Ah, an antique from fifty years ago? Then you must have never heard of my name."

"I, Gilderoy Lockhart, recipient of the Order of Merlin, best-selling author, five-time winner of Wizarding Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award, I don't tell most people, I only write in my diary.

Tom was silent.

At first, in order to deceive the new owner, he didn't care about other things.

But now, hearing this long list of familiar pronouns and nouns

After a while, the handwriting appeared.

[Are you the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts?]

"How do you know? Did the little wizard who picked you up tell you?" Lockhart was very happy, not realizing the seriousness of the problem at all:

"This is just one of my many titles, not something worth boasting about."

OK OK.

Finally found the professor who flattered him until he vomited!

Die to me!

In the Hufflepuff lounge, Wayne received Gardevoir's telepathy and smiled.

Fortunately, nothing went wrong.

If the notebook was picked up by someone else, he would have to get it back, apply an amnestic on it, and then find another way to give it to Lockhart.

For example, using the Imperius Curse to control a student.

The confusion spell he left on the diary basically ensured that Luca would not actually hand the diary to Dumbledore.

The rest, with Tom's wisdom, is impossible to make any mistakes.

He can definitely hold Lockhart to death.

The two played a wonderful match without any communication.

This also made Wayne sigh, he and Tom are really destined.

It's really a bit reluctant to give away the diary like this.

How to solve the homework in the second half of the year...

In the common room, everyone was discussing how to celebrate this last night.

Some people say sneaking out to play Quidditch, others say having an all-night tea party and then taking the fairy spirit directly to the train to catch up on sleep tomorrow.

Anyway, I wanted to make some noise before leaving school.

"I think it's better to play wizard chess." Toby took out his collection of Bibi's multi-flavor beans, "Whoever loses will eat ten."

Get out!

Several voices sounded at the same time, Hamsud was especially the one from heaven.

They are the biggest victims of playing chess with Toby.

When he was in the Muggle world, Toby learned chess specifically and won community trophies.

When he came to the wizarding world, he quickly learned to play wizard chess. No one in the entire grade could beat him.

Unless Wayne takes action and uses his shameless chess tactics.

"How about a makeup lesson?"

Senior Sister Grace smiled and said: "Which boy wants to be a model? Sister will definitely dress you up beautifully.

This time it was Toby and Norman's turn to turn pale, remembering the fear of being dominated by this senior.

"Ahem!"

Wayne pretended to cough twice, attracting everyone's attention.

Twoley's eyes lit up: "Did some blind Slytherin offend you again? Go ahead and block the door!"

"What are you talking about?" Wayne looked at him speechlessly: "Why are you so angry, Brother Flathead?"

"I have a proposal."

Wayne stood up, and the lounge habitually remained quiet while he spoke.

"I remember that many of our classmates can cook, right?"

Many little badgers nodded. Hufflepuff's food magic is a resounding signature. Back then, Ms. Hufflepuff used the Golden Forest's blooming magic to make delicacies.

Of the ten Hufflepuffs, eight are foodies and the other two are super foodies.

And among ten foodies, it is not unusual for one or two little wizards who are interested in cooking to appear.

"How about this." Wayne shouted: "How about we have a Hufflepuff Kitchen King Competition?"

"Tonight, we will choose who is the best Hufflepuff cook!"

Everyone's eyes lit up, and the lounge became noisy again.

“What a great idea, I can make German pork belly for kids!”

"I know how to smoke sausages. No, one night is too short. Wayne, you should have told us earlier so that we could be prepared!"

"I...I don't know anything, but I can eat!"

"Me too!"

Everyone is interested, those who can cook want to show off their skills, and those who can't cook want to have a meal. Everyone has a bright future.

So Wayne's proposal was unanimously approved.

Done!

[Ding! A major system event——‘Not doing business properly’ is being generated...The event is generated successfully!】

[A foodie who doesn’t want to be a cook is not a good wizard. Based on the influence and completion of this King of Kitchen Competition, you will get the final reward. 】

Wayne didn't expect that there would be an unexpected surprise waiting for him.

But the time is already approaching the dinner party. If he had moved it a few days in advance, he would definitely be able to make it known to the whole school.

Forget it, Wayne shook his head.

Anyway, even if we achieve the most perfection, the upper limit of this big event will not be high, just let nature take its course...

However, in order to stimulate everyone's enthusiasm and make everyone's enthusiasm even higher, he decided to add another fire.

"Everyone!" Wayne shouted: "The first place in this competition, I will give away a protective prop engraved with the Iron Armor Curse!"

Wow~!

Now everyone was even more excited. The props made by Wayne cost two to three hundred Galleons each.

Even if you don't use it yourself, you can get a lot of money by selling it.

"What about second place!" Cedric jumped out and looked at Wayne expectantly.

The young man glanced sideways at him: "If you can finish second, you don't have to pay back the rest of the money."

The lounge burst into laughter. Everyone knew that Cedric owed Wayne a lot of gold in order to purchase Nimbus 2001.

"It's a deal!" Cedric didn't care about the laughter of everyone.

In the past two years of playing with Wayne, his skin has grown a lot thicker.

"If you can really get it, I will keep my word." Wayne also smiled: "If someone else gets the second place...then I will give you a spiritual elixir!"

Wayne shook his hand, and a thumb-thick Xiaoyaoping appeared in his hand, with beautiful golden liquid flowing inside, which was dazzling.

The market price of Fuling Elixir is generally between 2,500 and 3,000 galleons per bottle, and one bottle is enough for about ten times.

Wayne only had it once, but it was worth a lot of money, almost as much as the props he made himself.

Up and down.

The little badgers were all amazed by Wayne's generosity.

Those students with unique skills are already gearing up and can't wait to get started.

"Third place..." Wayne scratched his head, thinking about the reward for third place, and finally decided:

"The third place will receive a hundred galleons voucher from the Celia store. As for the contestants who did not place, they will also receive a consolation prize, a signed book of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them".

“If you want to sign up, come forward now!”

The lounge became even more chaotic. There were a bunch of noisy people, all young wizards who were preparing to sign up. Wayne looked at it for a while.

He pulled out six prefects.

"You are responsible for making statistics. Each grade of boys and girls has a quota for the competition. I will invite the judges first.

"Where can I find the judges?" Grace asked curiously.

"You will know when the time comes. I will withdraw first."

After saying that, Wayne opened the barrel door and slipped out.

Several seniors looked at each other and could only follow Wayne's request to start screening the contestants.

There are two places for each grade, but looking at the registration situation, even ten places are not enough.

On the other side, Wayne walked out of the lounge and reached the eighth floor.

When the gargoyle saw him, it suddenly came to life, but before it could speak, Wayne asked directly:

"Is the principal here?"

"Lawrence boy, you have turned into a gargoyle and your face suddenly fell down.

"You used to chat with me for a while before going in to see Dumbledore. Are you tired of it now?"

Wayne twitched his lips. There must be something wrong with the books this guy usually reads. What's going on with this idiotic and blaming tone?

"I'm really in a hurry to see the principal for 3.6 times. Next time I'm free, I'll chat with you for a galleons."

"This is a reluctant tone, let's forget it." The gargoyle sadly opened the door, "Dumbledore is inside."

"Thanks." Wayne reached out and patted it, using a cleaning spell.

"As he walked through the door, he suddenly stuck out his head and said, "Well, if you have a chance, how about I find you a female gargoyle and let her accompany you?"

"Really?" The gargoyle's sad expression immediately disappeared, replaced by excitement.

It is quite rare for a stone statue to have such rich expressions.

"When have I ever lied to you?" Wayne said for sure: "When the time comes, you two are on the left and the other, and when I come to find the principal [just shout in unison, "Master, come and play, how about it?"

"It's a deal! I'll shout whatever you want me to shout." Without the slightest hesitation, the gargoyle stone beast agreed.

"It's better for you." The gargoyle looked at Wayne with relief:

"The old ones and Dumbledore never considered how lonely I was being alone as a janitor.

"Boy Lawrence, I see you becoming the principal."

"Don't worry." Wayne also patted his chest and promised: "As long as I become the principal, I will definitely find ten or eight companions for you in the future.

"Okay!" The gargoyle nodded excitedly, wondering if Wayne would be considered a success now.

"I said..." Dumbledore's helpless voice came from inside.

"This is still my office after all. How can I be ousted by such a loud conspiracy? Isn't it bad?"

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