Hogwarts: Please Graduate Soon

In the dormitory, Wayne was on a video call with Nagini.

I haven't seen her for a while, but Snake Girl's complexion has improved a lot. You can feel her mature style through the pages of the book.

Although she knew Wayne didn't care, Nagini still reported the situation in the store conscientiously.

“Due to the resumption of school, the sales of prank props have been very poor recently, but the sales of household products and quill pen series are not bad.

"With the help of Mrs. Greengrass and Mr. Crouch, I have received an order from the Ministry of Magic to purchase a large number of shorthand quills every month."

Having said this, Nagini smiled: "With help from others, doing business is really much easier."

Wayne also smiled and nodded: "I understand it deeply."

There are people in the court who are good at doing things. Crouch and Mrs. Greengrass are both powerful figures in the Ministry of Magic. A small matter such as purchasing quills can turn Nagini into a designated supplier with a little influence.

With the same quality and price, why would people buy yours?

He is not a worldly person.

However, when it comes to Aurors, things are not that simple.

Samples of protective props were sent to the Auror office a long time ago, but they have yet to receive a reply.

Not to mention Nagini, even Wayne didn't know exactly which link the problem was. He had to ask Crouch to find out.

After talking about work, the two chatted about their daily life.

Nagini now lives in Wayne's house, takes the Muggle bus to work in Diagon Alley every day, and disapparates home because it's too late to close the shop at night.

When talking about trivial matters, Nagini's expression was full of happiness. Such an ordinary life was something she had only dreamed about before.

"Isn't it too hard for you to do this alone?" Wayne's focus is different: "How about I get a house elf to help you."

"Don't." Nagini said quickly: "Don't let anyone else come in our home."

"Not even a house elf."

"Listen to you."

Wayne laughed too.

In a blink of an eye, it’s Saturday.

Just yesterday, Wayne calmed down the other girls and moved Harry and Malfoy's classes to Sunday, completely freeing up Saturday.

Just because today is Hermione's birthday.

Actually it should be yesterday, but they had to go to class yesterday, so the two of them planned to spend today.

In total, although Hermione and Qiu were in one grade apart, their birthdays were actually only a little more than a month apart.

The division standard of Hogwarts is based on September, so even if his birthday is September 1st, Syd will enroll with the next year's students.

Every time Hermione talked about this with Wayne, she would tease him that if he had been born twenty days earlier, Wayne would now call her senior.

Naturally, Wayne would not make her proud, and would often give her some verbal education.

Early this morning, he came to Suitcase World and started setting up the venue.

He hadn't been busy for long before he sensed that Crouch had activated the mark.

Wayne frowned but still responded.

Crouch House.

White smoke emerged again, gathering into a human shape.

"Is something wrong?" Wayne asked.

"Yes, and there are several of them," Crouch said with a very serious expression even at home.

"Then hurry up, I'm busy too.

"Is this really the legendary Holy Grail?" Crouch pointed to the cup in front of him.

"That's right." Wayne gave an ambiguous answer.

"What is calculation?" The rigorous Crouch was not satisfied with this answer.

"The prototype is indeed the Holy Grail in the legend of Christ, but it is different from what you understand. It is not the same one."

Crouch frowned: "Why did you take out such a precious treasure?"

"Don't tell me you didn't understand the magic text on it." Wayne chuckled, "Isn't the reason written on it very clear?"

"My knowledge has not been returned to the teacher." Crouch raised his head slightly: "It is precisely because I have seen clearly that I am confused."

"The Holy Grail belongs to the ultimate winner."

"Yes, but in this game, there is only one winner, and that is me." Wayne explained patiently: "When the ceremony is completed, I will get real benefits, and what is left is just an empty cup. Whoever wants it can get it." Take it away."

"What's the benefit?" Crouch became even more curious.

"A wish."

Wayne said quietly. "No matter what your wish is, as long as it is within a certain limit, the Holy Grail will come true for you.

Crouch's breathing suddenly became rapid, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at the white smoke.

As if he knew what he was thinking, Wayne, who was far away in Hogwarts, had a wicked smile on his lips:

"Perhaps, you can even be resurrected?"

"Give me your wish!" Crouch slapped the table and stood up, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

"As long as you are willing to give me this opportunity, no matter what you want, I will give it to you.

"With the wealth of the Crouch family for thousands of years and the connections accumulated, I can help you ascend to the throne of Minister of Magic and become the youngest Minister of Magic. As long as you give me your wish!"

While speaking, Crouch even held the wand.

"Um?"

With a bang, the smoke figure exploded and turned into chains, rushing towards Crouch.

Crouch instinctively wanted to resist, but after breaking a few chains, more came around and wrapped around his limbs.

"Owner!"

The house elf Winky heard the noise here and ran over quickly, but was blown away by a cloud of smoke.

"Sober up, Mr. Crouch."

The remaining smoke turned into a human face and floated in front of Crouch.

Wayne didn't have much feeling when faced with Crouch's madness.

He could guarantee that as long as Snape would behave even more exaggeratedly after learning the news, it wouldn't be a problem for him to be his pallu for the rest of his life.

The same goes for Dumbledore.

With the opportunity to resurrect Ariana, Dumbledore would never give up.

Just think about his behavior after discovering the Resurrection Stone. He had been wise all his life, but in the end he fell in front of family love and was plotted by Voldemort.

If Wayne doesn't give it, he might even rob him. If it goes too far, Wayne might even face the Black and White Demon in a mixed doubles match?

"You are a Ravenclaw, don't be as reckless as a lion. Frankly speaking, do you qualify for this opportunity with the conditions you just mentioned?"

With Wayne's help, Crouch had forced himself to calm down.

Yes... Why should it be his turn to have the opportunity to resurrect from the dead?

Minister of Magic, Wayne also said before that he has no interest in wealth. The Greengrass family is richer than the Crouch family.

His connections?

Even if there is no Holy Grail, he still has to help Wayne.

Are there many people in the wizarding world who have regrets?

He has no more capital.

"You shouldn't have told me!" Crouch gritted his teeth.

We have clearly seen the hope, even right in front of our eyes, but it is like a mirror in the water, unable to touch it at all.

How good it would be to let him be a fool!

"I'm an honest Hufflepuff. Since you asked why, of course I have to tell you.

Wayne said it sincerely, but Crouch was so angry that he wanted to kill someone.

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome. After all, we are in the same group."

Crouch closed his eyes, "Since we are a group of people, can you put me down?"

His entire body was bound by chains and suspended in mid-air.

Snap~!

The smoke shattered and reassembled into a human form, and Crouch fell down.

He looked at the figure in front of him pleadingly: "Mr. Lawrence, is the Holy Grail really a disposable item?"

"I'm sorry, I also want to reuse it. After all, it is more environmentally friendly, but unfortunately... this is a disposable product." Wayne shook his head regretfully: "After use, it is just a metal cup, nothing special. .”

"But...since I can find one Holy Grail, who can guarantee that I can't find the second one?"

Like a drowning man who found a life-saving straw, the light reappeared in Crouch's eyes.

"Bẞ13..."

"I said, it depends on the value." Wayne said calmly: "As long as the role and ability you show are worthy of my giving you a wish, then why not?"

"Yes, sir." Crouch lowered his proud head.

He might have wanted to resist before, but now... he just hopes Wayne can find the second Holy Grail, as soon as possible.

If he could really resurrect his wife, he would be willing to hand over everything.

"Okay, if there's anything else, let's talk about it quickly." Wayne looked at the time. He also wanted to celebrate Hermione's birthday and didn't have time to spend time with an old man.

"The expansion of the Triwizard Tournament has encountered a lot of trouble."

After a while, Crouch was back to normal, at least on the surface.

"Fudge is not very interested in this. The Ministry of Magic does not have that much money to organize a student competition."

"What he cares more about is the World Cup. As long as the World Cup is successful, his reputation will also rise. "There is no need to bother with similar projects.

"Fudge?" Wayne frowned: "What if someone else pays?"

"It's impossible for him to refuse the political achievements that were given away for free."

"The Greengrass family alone is not enough." Crouch slowly shook his head: "That would make Fudge even more suspicious."

"He has a suspicious temperament and will suspect that Mrs. Greengrass has other motives."

"What about other countries?" Wayne asked: "I can ask several other schools to contribute some money to make up the difference.

"This..." Crouch hesitated for a moment: "It should be okay."

You can gain fame without spending any money, and Fudge will definitely not refuse.

"I'll contact a few other schools and you move forward."

"yes."

Wayne figured it out. Over in Ilvermorny, Ravzi has always been interested in the Triwizard Tournament. As long as he can participate, he will definitely agree to spend some money.

The same is true for the Magic Institute. The professor who led the team last time almost knelt in front of Madame Maxime.

Waggadu...

Forget it, this school is a bit poor.

·…Please give me flowers………………

As for Kosdoris, Wayne really has nothing to do with her.

But it’s almost enough if two colleges are willing to contribute.

"After Fudge has been solved, there is only one remaining difficulty." Crouch continued, "Dumbledore, his attitude is crucial."

"I met him two days ago and mentioned it. Although he didn't say it explicitly, I could tell that he was opposed to it.

"You saw Dumbledore, where is he?" Wayne asked in surprise.

It's been almost half a month since Lao Deng disappeared. How did he meet him?

"At the Ministry of Magic," Crouch said. "He's here to get permission to visit criminals in Azkaban.

"Azkaban..." Wayne thought for a moment, and roughly understood what Dumbledore had found, and nodded: "You can

Give the Holy Grail directly to the principal, I think he will be interested.

"I understand." Crouch replied in a deep voice.

"Okay, do your best. I won't treat you badly. Let's go cook first." After saying that, Wayne cut off the contact.

The smoke dissipated, and Crouch stood frozen.

Wayne looked so anxious, he thought there was really something important.

In the end, I ended up going to cook?

In the kitchen, Wayne was preparing side dishes, and Hermione also came.

The little witch propped her chin in the restaurant and watched him busy, smiling unconsciously.

It's her birthday today, and Wayne said he would celebrate with a table of delicious food in person. In order to prevent him from cheating with Gardevoir, she came over early to be the supervisor.

Judging from the boy's methodical appearance, at least he doesn't have to worry about eating any dark food.

This was also Wayne's birthday present to Hermione.

In fact, he could have given something more valuable as a gift, but after thinking about it, he still didn't do that.

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It is actually quite tiring to prepare gifts every year and festival. If the gift this time is very expensive, then it would be better not to mention it next time, at least it should be of the same grade, right?

Once or twice is okay, but after more, there are so many good things in the world as gifts.

So Wayne just didn't give anything as a gift. From now on, everyone is equal. He will spend the whole day with anyone whose birthday it is, and cook with his own hands, which can also express his feelings.

It has been busy for a while and all the dishes are ready.

Thousand layer of pasta, fish and chips, roast chicken, vegetable salad, cream of mushroom soup, and the most time-consuming birthday cake.

There was a Q-version cartoon character on the cake, and Hermione recognized it at a glance and pouted.

"You made me so cute, I don't even want to eat it."

"What's that?" Wayne grinned, raised the knife and dropped it [Q version] Hermione immediately split into two.

Hermione: "...

.......

"Ahhhhh! It's my birthday and you still want to make me angry!"

Hermione pounced on her with all her teeth and claws, but Wayne dodged away, his hands covered with cream, and he pinched Ma Min's face.

Now things got out of hand, and a piece of birthday cake became a weapon in the hands of the two of them, smearing it on each other's faces.

It wasn't until she ran out of energy that Hermione surrendered, but Wayne still didn't let her go and painted her into a little cat.

Admiring his masterpiece, Wayne nodded with satisfaction: "It's even cuter this way."

"Let's eat!"

The little witch angrily kicked Wayne's calf and ran to the kitchen to clean it before coming out.

She also had a beautiful makeup look today with the help of Lavender Brown, but now it was all ruined by Wayne.

After eating a piece of lasagna, Hermione looked surprised.

“It tastes even better than I imagined.”

"Of course, I made it strictly according to the recipe given by Zhisha Naido." Wayne also tasted a piece.

The taste is still a little worse than that made by Gardevoir, but compared with the house elves in the school, it is already much better.

To match the atmosphere, Wayne also prepared a bottle of wine.

Originally, I wanted Hermione to drink less, so that's all.

However, the law that minors cannot drink alcohol was completely ignored by the excited little witch. She kept asking Wayne to pour more for her and fill the glass half full, but Wayne said nothing and refused to give it.

During the meal, Hermione's pretty face was already red and hot, her eyes became blurred, and she said in a coquettish tone:

"Wayne, it's my birthday, did you prepare a meal for me?"

"Of course not." Wayne stopped the girl's slender waist and flew out of the cabin and onto the lawn.

He pulled out his wand, pointed it at the sky, and sprayed out powerful magic.

In an instant, the stars moved, the clear sky dimmed, and turned into night in the blink of an eye.

Countless stars twinkled in the sky.

Rose-shaped candles suddenly appeared on the ground, forming a large heart shape surrounding the two people.

The melodious singing echoed in my ears, and the Phoenix King cut through the sky [sprinkling colorful lights].

Wayne stretched out his hand and said softly:

"Beautiful lady, I wonder if I would be honored to dance with you?"

Hermione's eyes sparkled, "Excellent."

At the same time, the outside world.

The students of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff have been looking for these two people like crazy. .