Hogwarts: Please Graduate Soon

Quirrell struggled to read the contents of the book.

The little wizards have become accustomed to his poor performance.

According to Quirrell himself, he was cursed by several dark creatures at the same time, so he had to spend a lot of energy to fight against the curse.

Although everyone sympathizes with this, they still feel helpless.

Defense Against the Dark Arts was supposed to be the most exciting course, but now it has become like this.

Many people have already begun to fish, read extracurricular books, or do homework in other subjects.

Regardless of Quirrell, the professor would keep reading the textbook until the bell rang as long as no one interrupted him.

Perhaps the only good thing is that he never checks his homework.

Wayne's arm rested on the table, supporting his chin.

Somewhat worried.

Perhaps Quirrell no longer cares about his targeting, or maybe he has repeated a single behavior too many times.

Recently, Wayne has been able to gain fewer and fewer points by deliberately making things difficult for Quirrell in class.

It's not even as much as going out for a night out.

But with such a good score-boosting machine in front of him, Wayne felt uncomfortable if he didn't make good use of it.

Seeing that no one was paying attention in class, Wayne breathed a sigh of relief and made a decision in his mind.

"professor."

Wayne said directly without raising his hand.

This is actually very rude, but if you raise your hand, Quirrell will just treat it as invisible.

"professor."

Wayne shouted again, and Quirrell reluctantly stopped reading.

"Again, what's the problem, Mr. Lawrence?"

All the students looked refreshed.

I had fun watching it,

"Do you still remember our agreement?" Wayne asked politely, "As long as you teach me a powerful spell in this class, I will give you a vial of Phoenix Tears.

The little wizards let out bursts of exclamations.

Tears of the Phoenix!

That's a good thing and can be sold for a lot of money.

"This...this..."

Quirrell was a little moved, he still remembered Voldemort's request.

"Don't agree to him, it will expose you, idiot!"

Voldemort's snort sounded in Quirrell's mind.

Once Wayne's temptation is successful, what will the other little wizards think?

If you don’t give good things, you won’t teach magic spells?

It would be strange if they didn't explode.

Even if you want Phoenix's tears, you can't do it this way.

After hearing the master's order, Quirrell also said:

"You, you are still at the age where you are laying the foundation, there is no benefit in learning powerful spells too early.

Wayne was reluctant: "But I heard from senior students that you didn't teach any magic in their classes."

"It's all about studying, but I just changed the book."

Quirrell blushed: "Teaching, teaching, how can you call it studying?

Next, there is a series of difficult words to understand, such as what magic spells are dangerous, and to lay the foundation.

The students burst into laughter, and the atmosphere inside and outside the classroom was full of joy.

Wayne finally mocked: "Professor, you didn't buy this position, did you? No wonder Cedric told me that the food at Hogwarts is much better this year.

Cedric, who was weeding the devil's ivy in the greenhouse, sneezed and woke up the devil's ivy in an instant. The vines were entangled from all directions.

It took him a long time to break free.

Cedric was puzzled.

"Weird, why do I suddenly want to sneeze?"

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Quirrell was angry for the first time and deducted five points from Hufflepuff.

Wayne achieved his goal and no longer struggled.

After class, roommate Norman found Wayne in the crowd with confusion:

"Why do you feel like you're not in a good mood today?"

"It doesn't count." Wayne shook his head: "I just think it would be a waste of time to have such a professor.

"What do you think we can learn this year?"

Hearing Wayne's words, Norman also felt sad. So far, he has only learned a repel spell by self-study, and what he taught in class is completely useless.

Not only Norman, but also many young wizards around showed approval.

A girl from Ravenclaw comforted her: "Wayne, you don't have to worry too much."

"I heard that the Defense Against the Dark Arts position has a curse. No one has ever been able to work in it for a full year."

"One year..." Wayne shook his head regretfully: "Hogwarts only lasts seven years, so one year was wasted."

"We're fine, but those fifth- and seventh-grade seniors, how big of a loss must they have suffered?"

After saying that, he left lonely.

Wayne's words quickly spread among several colleges.

As he said, the fifth and seventh graders were really miserable.

The examiners of OWLs and NEWTs don't care what your professor is like.

They will only take assessments according to the requirements of the Ministry of Magic, so now the seniors are a little overwhelmed and can only rely on self-study and talent.

But so what?

I could only curse a few words behind my back, and then continue reading hard.

Night falls.

Tomorrow is the weekend, so Hufflepuff's common room is particularly busy.

"Ahem! Everyone!"

Wayne held his wand to his throat and cast an amplifying spell.

At this moment, the eyes of the entire lounge were focused on him.

"Wayne, what's wrong with you?" Cedric asked strangely, not knowing why he was so crazy.

"Don't interrupt."

Wayne glared at him and took out a piece of parchment from his arms.

"You know how much it costs to buy a loaf of bread.... I'm sorry I got the wrong paper."

Thunderous laughter erupted in the lounge, and his two roommates were laughing so hard.

But this also made more people curious about what Wayne wanted to do.

So, when he took out the second piece of parchment, the rest room became silent.

Everyone is looking at him.

"Dear Hufflepuff classmates and seniors."

"I believe everyone knows how important Defense Against the Dark Arts is."

"We have the greatest principal in the world, the most powerful white wizard of this century.

"We have the most rigorous but also the most competent Transfiguration professors."

"We have the kindest, gentlest herbalist as a professor of herbal medicine.

"We also have a very patient Professor of Curses who has won several duels in a row."

"Of course, we also have a Potions professor who, although he has a sharp tongue, doesn't pay attention to personal hygiene, and is overly partial to a certain college, his abilities are unquestionable."

"However, we only lack a competent Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who is willing to teach us real magic.

The smiles gradually disappeared from the faces of the little badgers. Cedric's eyes widened and he wanted to stop Wayne from talking anymore, but the boy pushed him back to his seat with a look.

Wayne continued his impassioned speech:

"Now, it is the darkest period in the history of Hogwarts, and we are about to waste a year."

"In this year, we will not be able to learn anything useful from the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and it will not be able to effectively help us pass the graduation exam."

"I know that professors are all worthy of respect."

"But our needs should also be taken seriously!"

"It's been a month since school started, and I can't imagine how much magic everyone will learn to protect themselves after the first grade.

"But I know that our enemy has appeared."

"He will shake the image of Hogwarts in the hearts of all people, and he will destroy the harmonious campus created by Headmaster Dumbledore.

"I...must do something!"

Wayne showed a heroic expression: "The reason why I am taking up everyone's time today is that I just want to tell you that if I am fired by the principal, I will miss you.

Upon hearing that she would be expelled, Hannah couldn't help but stand up:

"Wayne, what are you going to do?"

"I am going to write a letter of report to the principal to report Professor Quirrell's inaction. Even if I fail, Quirrell will not be in trouble.

Wayne showed a bitter smile: "By then, everyone may get a new good professor.

"Wayne, forget it." The little badgers were all moved by Wayne:

"We can also study by ourselves. Although it is a little slower, we can still learn something."

The young man showed a disgusted expression:

"How many self-taught students does Hufflepuff have?"

Everyone was stunned.

The little badgers usually listen to the lectures in class, but after class...there is really no one studying.

Mainly a random one.

"Don't worry about me!" Wayne blew his nose, "Tomorrow morning, I will send a report letter to the principal's office!"

After saying that, he turned around and walked into the men's dormitory passage and went back to the house.

A bunch of little badgers were left looking at each other.

No one wanted Wayne to be fired, but they couldn't persuade him.

Cedric gritted his teeth and said, "I'll write a report letter too!"

"With Wayne alone, the principal will be very angry, so I have to help him share some of the burden.

The tradition of Hufflepuff is unity.

After hearing Cedric's method, everyone nodded.

Susan Burns said loudly: "Plus me, my aunt works at the Ministry of Magic, I can talk to her too. w

“Count me in too!”

"And I!"

Almost everyone started to respond, took out parchment and quills, and wrote a report letter.

Wayne, who was lying on the door and eavesdropping on the goings-on, showed a knowing smile.

Early the next morning.

All the little badgers are waiting for Wayne to appear in the lounge.

Surrounded by his two roommates, Wayne finally walked out of the dormitory.

Everyone holds new envelopes in their hands.

Shocking cheers erupted in the lounge, and then everyone rushed out of the common room.

They did not go to their favorite dining hall, but walked directly upstairs.

Hundreds of little wizards formed a small torrent. The other college students who saw them were stunned and didn't understand what was happening.

Harry, who had just come downstairs, also met Wayne and others.

Ronald shivered.

"Why do I feel murderous?"

Harry ignored Ronald's complaints and asked in confusion: "What are you going to do?"

"Look at this direction...is it going to the eighth floor?"

"What's on the eighth floor?" Ronald asked.

Harry thought for a long time, and finally took out the map and said with certainty:

"Principal room!"

"Wayne, is this here?"

"How do we get the letter to the principal?"

When we arrived on the eighth floor, everyone suddenly became nervous, and their original aggressiveness turned into cautious.

They walked very quietly, just like walking at night.

Wayne shook his head.

"No, the principal's office has its own mailbox, we can just put the letter in the mailbox.

Hearing what he said, the little badgers breathed a sigh of relief.

Arriving at the door of the principal's office, there was still the familiar gargoyle.

Perhaps it was because he sensed Wayne's arrival that he

The gargoyle, which had been sleeping with its eyes closed, suddenly woke up.

"Huh? It's you, kid. Why are you here so early? Dumbledore probably hasn't gotten up yet.

"Thank God the password has been changed. It's Lemon Olaf. Say it quickly so I can open the door for you."

The little wizard behind made everyone dumbfounded.

This guard is really... dedicated to his duty.

I was afraid that Wayne wouldn't remember the password, so I told him specifically.

At this time, the gargoyle stone beast also realized that there were so many people following behind it, and asked with some confusion:

`々What are they here for? I can only make the decision to let you in alone, but not others. "

"No need." Wayne waved his hand: "I'm not here to see the principal, I wrote him a letter.

"Please hand it over to him for me."

"That's it." The gargoyle stone beast opened its mouth: "Then let him in. I will remind him later if he enters through the front door.

Wayne didn't hesitate and put the letter directly into his mouth.

"Is this the mailbox?" Cedric tugged on Wayne's clothes and whispered in his ear.

"Well, put your letters in too. After putting them in, we'll go have dinner."

Taking courage, Cedric also threw the letter into the stone beast's mouth.

"Eh? You also have a letter for Dumbledore."

"Wait, what are you going to do!"

"No, hurry up, stop it."

"It's going to be full!"

"Don't be so rough! Be gentle!"

Finally, when the last little wizard stuffed the letter into the gargoyle's mouth, he swallowed all the letters with tears in his eyes.

My belly is visibly bigger.

"Thank you for your hard work." Wayne patted his head and said, "Be sure to remind the principal."

After saying that, he ran away with the little badgers.

Everyone had an abnormal blush on their faces.

It was so exciting.

In the history of Hogwarts, there has never been such a grand occasion, where a whole school of young wizards collectively complained against a professor.

They are about to be recorded in history!

It’s a big deal!

There are no secrets in Hogwarts. In less than a day, the news that all Hufflepuffs complained about Quirrell spread like a whirlwind throughout the school.

When everyone first heard this shocking news, their first reaction was disbelief.

However, every Hufflepuff student said so, and many people saw them walking towards the upper floors in the morning.

In an instant, the whole school exploded!

Hufflepuff has always been the most low-key college, never causing trouble, and other colleges will not provoke them.

The sense of existence is extremely thin.

Even parents educate their children by saying that if you have no characteristics, you will be assigned to Hufflepuff.

(Good Zhao) But this time, Hufflepuff did something big that Gryffindor envied, Slytherin laughed at, and Ravenclaw looked at.

Dinner time.

The atmosphere in the auditorium was extremely strange.

There were only a few teachers present at the guest of honour.

The positions of professors Dumbledore, Snape, and Quirrell are all vacant.

Sprout was so restless that he held his knife and fork backwards.

"Pomona." Professor McGonagall sighed, hesitated for a moment and then said: "You should have stopped them."

Professor Sprout put down the tableware helplessly: "Do you think I don't want to?"

"The problem is...I only found out this afternoon."

Professor McGonagall's eyelids jumped in shock: "They didn't tell you about such a big thing?"

She couldn't believe this was something Hufflepuff could do.

If it were a Gryffindor, she wouldn't be so surprised.

Well, in fact, what Professor McGonagall didn't know was that after learning about the feats of the badgers, the lion cubs also took action.

How can Hufflepuff be so exclusive in something so public?

In one afternoon, the gargoyle had nearly a hundred more complaint letters from Gryffindors in its belly.

Of course, McGonagall doesn't know this now.

She quickly asked Sprout, "What's going on? Who caused this?"

On the side, Professor Flitwick also cast a concerned look.

Sprout smiled bitterly: "It's Mr. Lawrence."

The two professors were stunned.

Lawrence...

Are today's first-year students already so bold?

On Hufflepuff's long table, Wayne was surrounded by a group of people, including Hufflepuff and Gryffindor.

The Weasley twins were even more submissive.

"Wayne, this is so cool! We never dreamed we could play like this!"

boom!

A figure roughly squeezed through the crowd, came to Wayne, and pulled Wayne out without any explanation.

"Wow..."

Cedric exclaimed softly.

"Not the Gryffindor one, this is... Ravenclaw's new Seeker?"