Hogwarts: Please Graduate Soon

From that day on, Wayne stopped looking for Qiu in the next few days.

This trick was taught to him by Grindelwald.

If the other person is angry, you should try to divert her attention. Once there is something more disturbing, you will naturally not be able to worry about being angry.

When things are resolved smoothly, your mood will become much better.

At this time, I think back to the reason why I was angry before and the change in my mentality.

I won’t say that I will become like a normal person immediately, but my attitude will definitely soften.

Wayne felt that Grindelwald must have often used this trick against Lao Deng before, otherwise he wouldn't have spoken so eloquently.

He made some changes based on Qiu's character and situation.

He has secretly added magic potion to the desserts he eats these days, which can slightly improve the girl's physical fitness, but the side effect... is that it takes some time to absorb.

After about a week, even if you do nothing, you will be able to return to your previous slim figure.

Qiu, who thought he had succeeded in losing weight, would definitely be very happy. If he tried to coax her, maybe the matter would be revealed.

Plan goes through~!

On the third day, Newt came back.

He successfully caught the long-horned water snake. In a swamp near Edinburgh, Newt squatted for three days before he found the opportunity.

This time I came here to deliver gem fragments to Wayne.

Before coming, he handed over the horned water snake to the officials of the Magical Congress of the United States. They are probably all home now, just because they are worried about Wayne's thoughts.

Jerry was like a mouse that smelled the scent. As soon as Newt took out the gem, he ran over from nowhere and stared at the gem longingly.

"I can't give you this." Wayne smiled and stuffed it into his pocket.

Instead of picking up the gem, he took out a piece of wood and handed it to Newt: "Please help others to the end. Send the gem and the snake bone wood to Nico and ask him to help Nagini make a wand."

Nico's craftsmanship is definitely not as good as Ollivander's, after all, he is not a professional at this.

But with the best materials, the wand will not be too inferior.

Newt nodded, "I'm going to meet Nico as well. Is there anything else you need?"

"No, sorry for bothering you."

Newt left, and Wayne got into the lab again.

School is about to start, and his plan to make money is not ready yet. He must seize the time to finish the game in the past few days.

A week passed in the blink of an eye, and it was another early morning.

There was a rapid knock on the door of Lawrence's house.

"Sana!"

Gardevoir opened the door and gave a slight salute, when the girl outside the door welcomed him in.

"Gardevoir, good morning." Qiu greeted, "Where's Wayne, haven't you gotten up yet?"

Gardevoir nodded slightly.

Qiu stamped her feet angrily. She had not only dieted but also exercised a lot in order to lose weight these days, but Wayne was sleeping in here.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Qiu went straight upstairs and rushed into the bedroom, shaking Wayne awake from his deep sleep.

"Wayne, look at it, I don't have a double chin, you're so dirty... Oops!"

Qiu's body tilted and fell onto the bed, and then she was hugged tightly. Just when she was about to struggle, there was a murmur from behind that sounded like talking in a dream:

"It doesn't matter if you have a double chin, I like you no matter what you are."

The stiff body gradually softened, and after a moment of silence, Qiu moved so that the boy could hold her more comfortably, and slowly closed her eyes.

"Ax..."

What Qiu didn't see was that the corners of Wayne's mouth suddenly rose slightly.

With the troubles around him completely resolved, Wayne can live a normal life again.

Qiu no longer has a cold war with Wayne. She just eats a lot of sweets every day and asks Wayne to exercise with her.

With the help of the ointment, Hermione also restored her skin color to the fair and even smoother before, and she finally dared to go out.

Seeing Hermione's fair and glowing skin, Qiu couldn't help but feel envious. Wayne simply made a lot of beauty cream again, and each girl got a lot of it to make sure there was enough.

School was about to start in less than three days, and a letter was sent to Wayne's home, reminding him that there was one thing he hadn't done yet.

He spoke to Hermione, who was using a virtual computer to review next semester's courses, and left the house.

Barty Crouch is the current patriarch of the Crouch family, one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families, and the director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department. He is proficient in hundreds of languages ​​​​of different races.

In the past, he was the most famous official in the Ministry of Magic. He was highly praised by wizards for suggesting that Aurors could use the Unforgivable Curse to deal with Death Eaters and Voldemort, and he was extremely popular.

At that time, he was the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and the most promising official to become the next Minister of Magic.

But who allowed him to have the son of a Death Eater? Because of this incident, Barty Crouch's reputation plummeted, and he handed over his ministerial throne to others. He was also assigned to the International Magical Exchange and Cooperation Department, which had little real power, and was in politics. Career prospects are bleak.

However, even in an insignificant department, Crouch's work attitude did not change. He handled things meticulously and gradually regained some reputation. Fudge always remained wary of him.

late at night.

In Harney, a small community in east London.

Wayne stood in front of a clearing with his eyes closed, and after a moment he opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, there is no loyalty spell, otherwise it would have been a waste of time~". "

The boy took out the wand, and the beautiful starlight gathered on the tip of the wand, shining particularly brightly in the dark night.

Ta used his wand as a knife and slashed it hard twice. A hole opened in the space in front of him, and a quaint house appeared.

When the gap became larger, Wayne's group got in.

Crouch, who was in the basement, changed his expression when he heard the sudden siren sound.

Immediately he apparated to the front yard and saw the handsome young man looking around.

Whoosh!

Not taking it lightly just because the other party was a child, Crouch pointed his wand at Wayne and asked cautiously:

"Who are you and why did you force your way into my house!"

"I'm sorry to meet you in this way, Mr. Crouch." Wayne took off his hat politely and bowed his head slightly: "I really don't have a more suitable method other than this.

"You haven't answered my question yet, who are you?" Crouch remained unmoved, and the tip of the wand already lit up.

Wayne ignored him, opened the door and walked into the front hall, finding a seat and sitting down casually.

Looking at the young man's back, Crouch had countless opportunities to take action, but he still reluctantly got out of bed.

He didn't know why, but he always had an intuition in his heart.

If he takes action...he will end badly.

Crouch has always trusted his instincts. The last time he had such a bad feeling was more than ten years ago.

As a result, his son entered Azkaban at that time and was tried by him himself.

Choosing the farthest seat, Crouch sat across from Wayne.

"Winky!" Crouch suddenly shouted, "Ten house elves appeared in front of him.

"Owner."

"Go and serve the guest a cup of tea. Serve good tea."

"yes!"

Wayne kept a gentle smile, thanked Winky when he brought the tea, and took a sip.

"The tea is good, but it's too strong. I won't be able to sleep again tonight."

Crouch turned a deaf ear and said in a deep voice: "I have fulfilled the etiquette of hospitality. Should you explain your identity and purpose?

"Oh, this." Wayne put down the tea cup and said softly: "My name is Wayne Lawrence..."

"Wayne Lawrence?" Crouch's excellent memory allowed him to find the relevant information immediately.

"Two-time winner of the Second Class Order of Merlin, the inventor of the Wolfsbane Potion and the Flying Potion, Hufflepuff is in his second year, no, he will be his third year soon.

Wayne was confused: "Aren't you from the International Magic Cooperation Department? Why are you recording my information?"

"The recent overtime work at the Ministry of Magic is all because of you." Crouch's face was full of evil: "Someone in your family should be a high-ranking Muggle. They are constantly putting pressure on the Ministry of Magic to let us catch Black as soon as possible."

"Staff in any department have been mobilized and are taking turns on duty. Don't follow Aurors to perform tasks."

"There's something else." Wayne rubbed his hands, he really didn't know this.

"Is this excusable?" The young man smiled, "This is a prisoner who can escape from Azkaban. There is no problem in taking him more seriously.'

"The Ministry of Magic will definitely catch the first prisoner in history to escape from Azkaban." Crouch said calmly.

"Number one?" Wayne smiled playfully: "I'm afraid not necessarily."

Crouch's heart skipped a beat: "What are you talking about? This is definitely the first time such a serious incident has happened. If you haven't learned the history of magic well, you can ask Cuthbert Binns for help."

"Let me tell you a story." Wayne played with his fingers, not paying attention to Crouch's sarcasm, and said to himself:

"There used to be a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic who was deeply respected by people, but his son was an evil dark wizard who was personally sent to Azkaban..."

Crouch's heart was beating wildly and he clenched his fists tightly.

Wayne continued: "After a few years, this official couldn't stand the pleading of his seriously ill wife, so he took his wife to Azkaban, used polyjuice potion to exchange identities between his son and his wife, and successfully brought his son out.

"Not long after, the official's wife fell ill and died in Azkaban..."

"Winky!" Crouch yelled, stood up suddenly, and pointed his wand at Wayne. At the same time, the house elf teleported in front of him and snapped his fingers.

Ripples rippled in front of Wayne. Crouch and Winky continued to cast the spell regardless of it. Crouch's eyes in particular became bloodshot, and he even shouted out in the end.

"Avada Kedavra!""

The curse containing strong killing intent was in front of him in an instant, but what shocked Crouch was that the barrier actually blocked even the killing curse.

"Have you had enough trouble?" Wayne pointed a finger, and the bodies of Winky and Crouch were suddenly out of control and pulled together by a strong gravitational force.

The dining table turned into a strong rope, tightly trapping the two people together.

Winky also wanted to activate Disapparation, but the surrounding space became distorted, and even a house elf proficient in teleportation could not use it in this environment.

Wayne came to the two of them, snatched Crouch's wand away, and shook his head helplessly.

"It's just a story, why is it such a big reaction?"

"Wayne Lawrence, what on earth do you want to do?" Even though he was under the control of others, Crouch remained calm.

He knew that Wayne definitely wanted something, otherwise he wouldn't have come to talk to him like this.

Nor would he leave his life behind after he made his killing move.

"Good question, Mr. Crouch, I like dealing with smart people like you." Wayne gave a thumbs up and praised.

"There is an old saying in the East: He who smokes is a hero..." Wayne was halfway through his sentence when he realized that his tone was different.

He became a little bit arrogant and quickly changed his words:

"I am here to sincerely invite Mr. Crouch to participate in this grand event."

"Sincerely invited?" Crouch lowered his head and looked at the rope that tied him tightly.

"Of course." Wayne pretended not to see the weird look in his eyes, "I need Mr. Crouch's connections and abilities."

Crouch twitched the corner of his mouth, "You want to be the Minister of Magic? Isn't it too early to consider this now?"

"Of course not." Wayne shook his head: "It doesn't matter who is the minister, what matters is who the people below listen to.

"That's why I need help from a seasoned person like you."

"Just be a puppet for the time being?"

Crouch was silent.

No matter what time, Crouch will try to maintain his grace and demeanor.

But now he really wants to curse.

"I'm just a marginal figure in the Ministry of Magic, and Fudge has been wary of me. Since you even know about me and my son, you should know this too.

"If you want to use Batty's existence as a threat, then you can't kill me."

"Mr. Crouch." Wayne knelt down, looked at Crouch, and asked softly: "Do you know about Horcruxes?"

Crouch is a man with an extraordinary memory and is also a pureblood.

He quickly remembered what it was.

"What on earth do you want to say?" he asked in confusion.

"Some interesting things happened at Hogwarts last year..." Wayne revealed Tom's existence and the news that Voldemort had more than one Horcrux.

Crouch's face gradually darkened.

It stinks even more than after being subdued by Wayne (King's) move just now.

Speaking of his hatred for Voldemort, Crouch could cast the Unforgivable Curse on him ten times in a row without taking a breath.

The root cause of all the misfortunes in his family is Voldemort. Without him, Barty Jr. would not have gone astray, and his wife would not have become seriously ill and eventually died in prison.

Now that he heard that his enemy was still alive, the veins on Mr. Crouch's forehead were beating abnormally, and he was obviously extremely angry.

"I understand you, sir." Wayne patted his shoulder empathetically: "My wife is dead, and my children still don't recognize you as their father, and they don't even become the Minister of Magic."

"Love, family, career, it doesn't matter what you want. It's hard for anyone to participate like you."

Crouch:

Are today’s little wizards so good at chatting?

"I can help you." Wayne smiled gently: "Although your son is hopeless, don't you want revenge?"

"According to the so-called prophecy, Voldemort will definitely come back. He has caused you so much misery, don't you want to destroy one of his Horcruxes with your own hands, or more Horcruxes?"

"You?" Crouch looked at Wayne with distrust in his eyes.

"Even Dumbledore couldn't kill him completely, why can you do it?"

Wayne looked him directly in the eyes: "Can Dumbledore, at my age, treat you like a dead dog?"

"..."

Crouch was speechless.

"You can also refuse." The young man patted him on the shoulder: "I won't kill you, I will only erase your memory about today, and then kill your son."

"At most, you failed to fulfill your wife's last wish, and the Barty Crouch Jr. she sacrificed her life for lived in confusion for a few more years."

"It's not a big deal."

Crouch's mentality blew up the county.

You might as well kill me if you step on the horse!

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