Hogwarts: Please Graduate Soon

In the Pig Head Bar, three people sat around a table that was barely wiped clean.

The atmosphere is a little weird.

Wayne rested his chin on one hand in a daze.

Dumbledore looked at his nose and his nose, trying not to laugh.

Aberforth's chest kept rising and falling. He looked at his brother and then at Wayne. He was the first to break the silence and said viciously:

"You can laugh if you want, Albus, you are such a good student, you can actually use the killing curse to scare people!"

"Old man, who used the killing curse?" Wayne looked at him unhappily: "Obviously it was me who used the lighting spell because I thought your room was too bright.

"Then you can't use normal colors!" Aberforth slammed the table and glared at Wayne: "Boy, don't think you defeated me just now, it was just a sneak attack!"

Aberforth never dreamed that the young wizards at Hogwarts would be so irritable now?

He would take action immediately after a disagreement, and he could also come up with such a despicable trick, using a lighting spell disguised as a killing curse to scare people.

He hadn't said thank you to Albus in decades!

"You can fight if you want, but I don't want to bully the old, weak, sick and disabled. Once your injury is cured, we can spar again.

After Wayne finished speaking, Aberforth's expression immediately turned evil and he yelled at Dumbledore:

"Why do you say everything to others!"

Dumbledore, who was snickering at the side, quickly waved his hand: "Don't get me wrong, Aberforth, I told Wayne to help you treat him."

“I didn’t talk nonsense about the others.

"Treatment? Him?" Aberforth looked at Wayne suspiciously, his eyes full of distrust.

The root of his illness was a severe blow from Grindelwald back then.

Although he was rescued at that time, the terrifying black magic tortured him like maggots in the tarsal bones.

Once the spell is cast, heartbreaking pain will be felt in the body.

Even Albus and Nicolas Flamel couldn't solve the problem, so what could this kid do?

Snapped!

The young man snapped his fingers, and both Phoenix King and Fox flew out of the flames.

The white flames containing astonishing vitality fell on Aberforth's body, making him groan in comfort.

"Ah~!"

Aberforth had just finished shouting when he realized his gaffe and gritted his teeth to keep from making any sound.

But the feeling of comfort coming from his body continued to impact his senses, and his face turned red.

It's like a broken ship that is leaking everywhere has been patched. It not only stops the ship from sinking, but also drains out all the sewage and slowly floats up.

Dumbledore's eyes flashed as he observed Phoenix King and Flame with great shock in his heart.

With such a magical ability, it's no wonder that Newt suddenly looks thirty years younger.

With the Phoenix King in his possession, Wayne has become a god in charge of lifespan. As long as he wants, he can make anyone live longer than the tortoise.

The young man blinked secretly, and through his spiritual telepathy, Feng Wang sensed his master's bad intentions.

There was a 'slight' error in her control of the flames, and two white flowers fell on Dumbledore's head and merged into his body.

All of a sudden, the teacher's waist straightened up a lot.

Then Feng Wang returned to normal, and there were no errors again.

Wayne wanted to see if Lao Deng could maintain his true intentions in the face of strong temptation.

The result is really good.

As if he guessed that this was someone's fault, Dumbledore pointed at Wayne, his expression somewhat dumbfounded.

"Mr. Lawrence, you are really..."

He thought for a long time and could only use scheduling to describe the arrangement.

If it were anyone else, he would only have two thoughts in his mind.

Either hug Wayne's thigh tightly and establish a good relationship with him, so that you can benefit from it in the future.

Either kill people and steal goods, and directly snatch the Phoenix King away.

To be able to joke about this kind of thing can only mean that Wayne trusts him as the principal too much.

Lao Deng was actually a little moved.

Soon, Aberforth's vitality stabilized, and King Phoenix stopped outputting, rubbed Wayne's cheek affectionately, and then flew out of the bar.

At this time, black hair had appeared on Aberforth's temples, and many of the wrinkles on his face had disappeared.

He felt better than ever, stood up and walked around the bar vigorously.

The heavy load on the body disappeared, and the whole person became extremely relaxed.

"Thank you, Mr. Lawrence." Dumbledore also smiled and expressed his sincere gratitude to Wayne.

"Just don't forget to agree to my conditions."

"Of course, I have already told Minerva, and she gave me a hard lesson."

"Professor, you can't do this." Wayne said, "You have to stand up and let Professor McGonagall know who the real principal is."

Dumbledore looked at him with difficulty: "Is it really okay to sow discord so directly?"

"How can this be sowing discord?" Wayne puffed out his chest: "I am supporting you and maintaining the principal's authority.

"I hope you can speak for me in front of Minerva."

"You go first, I'll cheer for you from behind."

At this time, Aberforth also suppressed his excitement and walked back to the table.

"Thank you, kid."

This time I mean it from the bottom of my heart.

"Call me Wayne, or Lawrence, Mr. Dumbledore.

"As you wish, Wayne." Aberforth's voice became more angry, and Dumbledore looked extremely happy.

Although there are hundreds of small conflicts between him and his brother, this does not affect his love for this only relative in the world.

"So Wayne." Aberforth changed the topic, "You just said that if my injury recovers and you don't mind playing with me, how about now?"

"Are you unconvinced?" Wayne raised his eyebrows.

"Of course." Aberforth looked at him provocatively, "Why, don't you dare?"

Wayne ignored him and looked at Dumbledore: "Professor, I'll teach your brother a lesson for you, you're welcome.

After saying that, he stood up and asked, "Where to fight?"

"Come with me." Aberforth led Wayne towards the back door. Dumbledore was about to follow, but was stopped by both of them speaking at the same time.

"You (professor) just stay here, it won't take much time to deal with him.

An old man and a young man looked at each other, sparking a fierce collision.

Ten minutes later.

Aberforth limped into the kitchen and started cooking. His clothes also showed signs of being scorched. Wayne, on the other hand, didn't care and sat on the bar waiting to start eating.

Dumbledore entered the kitchen to help, and Aberforth whispered:

"How on earth did you teach such a little monster."

"Did you lose badly?" Dumbledore asked without answering.

"No, if there is a life and death battle, I will not lose." Aberforth said harshly, but looking at his brother's smiling eyes, he finally became discouraged.

"Well, this kid didn't even try his best. We are tied. How can he get so much magic power?"

The battle was indeed a draw.

Aberforth was no ordinary wizard. Back then, he dared to confront Grindelwald with a wand, and he was able to participate in the melee between the three of them without suffering any serious injuries.

The wizard closest to Dumbledore and Grindelwald in the world, he is one of them.

The reason why he was a little embarrassed was because he was attacked by Wayne when he came up and was caught off guard.

After the follow-up stabilized, I was just beaten.

"That kid is like a loach. My spell can't hit him at all." Aberforth complained: "If he was of the same era as us, Grindelwald would probably not even dare to fart.

At the mention of this name, the atmosphere between the brothers became dull again, and they didn't speak much after that.

After working for a while, the food was ready.

"Let's go eat upstairs." Aberforth greeted Wayne and walked up the stairs first.

Wayne followed behind. The upstairs looked much cleaner than the downstairs. It was covered with worn and clean carpets. A large portrait hung on the extinguished fireplace, and red velvet covered the contents inside.

Dumbledore stood in front of the portrait and gently pulled the rope. The velvet spread to both sides, revealing a very young blond girl who looked not much older than Wayne.

"Ariana..." Dumbledore's voice sounded much older.

The girl in the portrait smiled at him, and Aberforth came over [Clenched fists.

Glancing at Wayne, he didn't make any move.

"This is my sister..." Dumbledore said sadly: "She was only fourteen years old when she died, which was the same age as Hua..."

"Hmph!" Aberforth snorted heavily, "Stop being so pretentious!"

"I'll save some face for you in front of the students, don't force me to tell those old stories. y

"Why don't you just say it." Wayne encouraged, "I don't think the principal will mind.

The two brothers had subtle emotions at the same time.

You kid...you can't get enough oil and salt.

Aberforth didn't want to show his timidity in front of Wayne, and actually told the story of the dispute between Dumbledore and Grindelwald, as well as the cause of Ariana's death.

He just didn't mention the relationship between his brother and Grindelwald, which saved some face.

"So you don't know whose curse killed Ariana?"

"I don't know..." Dumbledore shook his head: "There is no point in pursuing these, we are all murderers."

Aberforth did not deny it, but still accused:

"But if you don't get involved with Grindelwald and ignore Ariana, what will happen next?"

"That's right." Wayne nodded cooperatively: "If I had such a cute sister, I would definitely be too precious."

Aberforth suddenly became more pleased with him.

As expected of a loyal Badger Academy student, he is so honest that he even dares to accuse the principal of something he does wrong.

Before, he thought Wayne should be sorted into Gryffindor, but why is this little guy so reckless?

.........Please give me flowers...

Now I finally feel that the Sorting Hat is no longer foolish.

Hearing his words, Ariana in the frame hid shyly.

Dumbledore felt much better after listening to the two people's accusations.

"Yes, Wayne, there are too many things that are more important than magic itself. You must not follow my old path."

Dumbledore used himself as an example to try to teach Wayne a lesson, but unfortunately the two of them had already eaten it up and didn't even listen to what he was saying.

"You're pretty good at this, Aberforth." Wayne took a sip of the paste in the bowl and said in surprise.

It looks like cement, but tastes like the deliciousness of sea fish, the aroma of beef, and a hint of spice.

Dip it with bread and eat it. Although it looks disgusting, it tastes surprisingly good.

Aberforth showed a smile: "How can I order a bar if I don't have any skills?"

"Arianna loved eating the food I cooked back then."

"Then you can teach my elf some time. Don't worry, I won't steal business from you once I learn it.

"You have helped me so much. You just learned to cook. Don't worry.

It comes as it comes. "

Aberforth said nonchalantly, waving his hand, and two bottles of rum flew out from the fireplace.

"Would you like to drink?"

"Is there any butterbeer?" Wayne asked.

"You're asking for a lot." Aberforth glared at Wayne, but still went downstairs to get ready, and soon came up with a large bottle of butterbeer.

Dumbledore looked at the two of them with a smile, it had been a long time since this place was so lively.

In the past, when he came over, the two brothers would be driven away after saying a few words.

However, Aberforth didn't say anything good about Dumbledore, but kept exposing his background.

"Back then, your senior was tricked by my brother."

"New York, Paris, Berlin, Bhutan, wherever is the most dangerous, Scamander will be sent there."

"What my brother is best at is using words of emotion and justice to influence kind-hearted people. Like Minerva, she is so tired every day. She is not helping him manage the school.

"Brother, you're right, come and go." Wayne nodded repeatedly, picked up the cup and touched it with Aberforth.

"But I'm still safe. The principal has set his sights on Harry. The boy who survived should be let go, right?"

After saying that, Wayne winked at Dumbledore who looked embarrassed.

"Hahaha." Aberforth laughed: "Wayne, I kind of like you. You are completely different from your stupid senior."

"But you have to be careful. My brother is not a bad person, but what he does is not much better than a bad person.

"If one day he becomes interested in you, come to me and make sure he doesn't dare to do anything to you."

"Forget it, you can't even beat me, and you still want to fight against the principal?"

"He dares to hit me?" Aberforth glared: "If he dares to hit me, I will go to Nurmengard to attack Grindelwald!"

"Aberforth." Dumbledore coughed twice, "Drink less, you are starting to talk nonsense."

"Who is talking nonsense?" Aberforth sneered: "He had the Elder Wand back then and was stronger than me. Now... I can deal with him at will."

Dumbledore was in a rare distressed mood.

Wayne smiled and did not take up the topic. Instead, he chatted with Aberforth about the strange customers in the Hog's Head Bar.

This place is simply a gathering place for dark wizards. There are all kinds of weirdos and hooded people with unknown origins, and the things they talk about are shady.

While talking, Aberforth also made a few sarcastic remarks about Hagrid, and a dragon egg fooled him into revealing the color of his underwear.

Only his brother would trust such a stupid person.

"Brother." Wayne stopped calling his name and asked directly and mysteriously: "I heard that all the students in our college sold their vinegar to you?"

"That's right, you want to sell it too?" Aberforth looked at him sideways, "Don't worry, the ones I used for cooking today were bought from other stores, and the ones sold to customers are made from vinegar from your academy.

"How does it taste? I haven't tasted it yet.

Aberforth's expression was complicated: "I guarantee you'll eat it the first time and don't want to touch it a second time."

Wayne wisely put aside his curiosity.

After finishing the meal, it was almost evening.

Wayne had just heard the train's whistle coming from nearby, and he had probably arrived at the terminal.

Dumbledore is preparing to take Wayne back to school for the upcoming opening dinner.

At this time, a silver tabby cat patron saint Kong appeared.

From the tabby cat's mouth came Professor McGonagall's irritable voice.

"Dumbledore, come back quickly. Potter and Ronald Weasley are driving the car back to school. This matter has already been reported in the Daily Prophet!"

The faint smile on Dumbledore's face disappeared in an instant.

"Minerva, I understand, wait a moment."