Hogwarts: Please Graduate Soon

As an ageless SP, Wayne is still very considerate in his commitment to girls.

It's completely different from talking to Tom, where you forget about it after you say it.

After finishing the day's classes, we went directly to the principal's office on the eighth floor.

"Hi, you're here again.

The gargoyle said hello happily.

"You're very smooth today." Wayne's kind words came out of his mouth.

"I think so too. Bullido just polished me off last night." The gargoyle said happily:

"That set of tools you sent is really nice."

"The principal usually takes care of you?" Wayne asked curiously: "Shouldn't those elves do these things?

The gargoyle showed disgust: "I don't like them touching my pure body."

Wayne shrugged.

It was hard for him to imagine Dumbledore here at night with a rag wiping the stone statue.

"Is the principal in there?"

"Yes, the password is licorice wand, oh, I said it for you."

The gargoyle screamed and moved out of the way blocking the passage behind it.

Dumbledore already knew who was coming when Wayne was chatting with the gatekeeper statue, so he was not surprised by his appearance.

"It's rare that you come to see me. Is there anything you want to do today?"

"Principal, it's like this..."

Wayne directly stated his purpose, and Dumbledore smiled unconsciously.

"Miss Zhang?

"Ravenclaw girls are always so charming, aren't they?"

"Of course not." Wayne shook his head seriously, "Gryffindor girls are also very beautiful.

Dumbledore laughed loudly, "You are right, every house has very good children."

"But..." He looked embarrassed: "I understand your feelings, but this is not in line with the school's regulations..."

"Principal." Wayne looked at him with a half-smile: "Brother Aberforth said that he still has many secrets about you that he hasn't told me.

Dumbledore's eyelids twitched when he heard this title.

This damn seniority...

That day at the Hog's Head Bar, Aberforth got drunk after drinking two bottles of Firewhiskey. In addition, Wayne helped him a lot, so he called him a brother.

But Wayne actually agreed and called his brother bro.

Suddenly the two of them were equals.

"Boy, how dare you threaten the principal!"

Phineas jumped out again unwilling to be left alone: ​​"Rules are rules. You can just turn a blind eye and turn a blind eye, but you want Dumbledore to help you openly violate them."

"Even if I agree, other principals won't agree!"

It was rare that what he said did not make other deans look disgusted, because it was indeed inappropriate.

Once the unspoken rules are brought to the table, even the principal must abide by them.

"Principal Black." Wayne turned his head calmly: "You'd better hope that I don't let me meet your descendant, otherwise I will definitely give him a severe lesson."

"Then you're overthinking." Phineas Black smiled proudly, his mustache twitching between shots.

"My descendants are all imprisoned in Azkaban. You can't find him even if you want to look for him."

"The shame of that family will never come out in this lifetime."

Hearing this, Dumbledore's smile faded slightly.

"Is this something to be happy about?" Wayne showed a surprised expression: "Doesn't this mean...that the Black family, which has been passed down for thousands of years, will soon become extinct?"

"In the future, the twenty-eight sacred families will be renamed the sacred twenty-seven families."

Whoosh!

The principals also looked at Phineas with pity in their eyes.

Phineas froze in place.

That's right... The family has been wiped out, so what is he proud of?

All of a sudden, Phineas, who had finally regained his strength, was struck to the point of being autistic again.

Even Hufflepuff's headmasters looked at him strangely.

This little guy probably has a knife stuffed in his mouth. The knife is so heart-wrenching.

"Ahem!"

Dumbledore cleared his throat, drawing Wayne's attention back.

"Mr. Lawrence, this does break the rules of the school. I'm sorry, I can't help you with this.

Wayne's eyes immediately turned evil.

Well, you old cunt, Master, I have helped you so much, and I still want to train a savior later, so you treat me like this?

I will go to Nurmengard to study during the summer vacation!

Dumbledore seemed unaware and continued to mind his own business and said:

"But the dessert reserve in the principal's office is a little low. Someone needs to go to Bee Duke to replenish it~"

Wayne's face immediately changed: "Principal, let me help you. It's not appropriate to bother the professor with such a trivial matter.

This speed of face change.

Lao Deng secretly cursed in his heart, maybe he had learned the face-changing spell.

"Then this money..."

"What are you talking about about money!" Wayne's face turned serious: "I'm just buying some desserts. Why are you so polite to me?"

Both of them showed satisfied smiles. Dumbledore took out two pieces of parchment and started writing.

One is the note he gave to Wayne, and the other is the shopping list.

Just seeing the number of desserts on it gave Wayne a toothache.

It's not that he feels sorry for the money, he feels sorry for Lao Deng's teeth.

Are you eating dessert as a meal?

No wonder he hadn't seen Dumbledore in the Great Hall more than once.

Taking the parchment, Wayne thought for a while, took out a business card and handed it to Dumbledore.

Lao Deng was a little confused.

"This is?"

"Oh, this is a dental clinic run by Hermione's family. I think you can go and have a look when you have time."

"Maybe because you are the principal, Mr. Granger can get a discount.

Hearing this, Dumbledore accepted it happily.

"Great, I've always been very curious about Muggle dentists. Poppi's medicine... I'm not saying it's not good, it just tastes a bit strange..."

In fact, Mr. Granger is also quite curious about wizards' teeth.

Wayne complained silently that the last time he and Hermione's family visited Diagon Alley, Mr. Granger almost spent two Galleons on a pair of wizard's teeth.

He was stopped.

Those were not wizard's teeth at all, but goblin's.

Both of them got something they were satisfied with, and Wayne didn't stop much, got up and left.

After leaving the office door, Wayne originally wanted to go to Ravenclaw Tower to tell Qiu the good news, but he unexpectedly bumped into someone.

A little girl with white hair stood in front of a portrait, looking at it without blinking.

Wayne walked over.

"The Wandering Witch of the Plantagenets"

"Marissa Mankiewicz was a witch in the twelfth century who was mentally disturbed."

"What she loves most in life is to give Muggles or wizards the love potion she invented, drain them dry, and then change the target."

"According to statistics, during the 140 years she was alive, nearly 500 people were brutally murdered."

Hearing the voice coming from behind, the little girl was startled at first, and then she was attracted by what Wayne said.

After hearing this, my pale face turned a little red.

She just glanced at it curiously, but she didn't expect that there was such an outrageous story behind this painting.

"Thanks."

The little girl turned around and whispered: "Hello, my name is Astoria Greengrass."

"I know you, you should know me too."

Wayne lowered his head and hit Astoria.

The little girl is too short, only over 1.4 meters tall, and is so thin that a gust of wind can blow her down.

Only then did he realize that Astoria's hair was not originally white.

Instead it should be the same golden color as her sister.

It's just too much malnutrition, or lack of vitality, that makes the hair turn white.

With the Greengrass family background and Daphne's love for this sister, it was impossible to treat her badly.

The only possibility is... blood curse.

Wayne didn't speak, and Astoria was also very nervous. The little girl was very introverted, and her brain felt a little dizzy when he looked at her like this.

"Well, Wayne Lawrence."

The girl's voice stammered: "Sister admires you very much, saying that you are the most talented little wizard in the history of Hogwarts, and... you are also very good-looking.

Wayne suddenly asked: "What do you think?"

"Me too." Astoria said subconsciously.

The entire corridor fell silent. When Astoria realized what she had said, she almost walked over without shame.

Wayne waved his hand, and a push appeared behind her, forcing her to stand still.

"Don't be nervous, you and your sister are very discerning, I think so too." Wayne said very narcissistically, which actually made Astoria relax a little.

"She told you about the unicorn, right? When will you have time?"

"Is it okay next weekend?" Astoria asked cautiously, "My sister is going to take me around the school this weekend."

"I'm available anytime." Wayne said noncommittally.

Astoria took out a galleon and offered it with both hands: "I know the rules, please accept them.

Wayne:""

No matter how you look at it, it looks like the boss is collecting protection money from his junior...

"Not to mention it's free this time. Even if it costs money, it won't cost so much." Wayne pushed her hand back.

Astoria smiled sheepishly: "I only have Galleons on me."

She is a little rich woman.

Wayne looked at her with a gentler gaze, encouraged the little girl for a few words, and then went to Ravenclaw's tower.

Watching his leaving figure, Astoria smiled.

As expected, he is a very good person as my sister said.

"Professor agreed? That's great!"

When Qiu learned the news, he was very happy. Now they could appear in Hogsmeade openly.

"I suffered a lot of bleeding trying to satisfy the principal's appetite." Wayne took out the dessert list given by Dumbledore. How are you going to compensate me?"

Seeing the long list of various candies, Qiu Qiao's face became hot and she consciously stuck to them.

Isn't it just compensation? She is already used to it.

But this time Wayne made a surprise attack and turned his face slightly.

"Well.…"

Two minutes later, when the girl was almost out of breath, he let go of her.

Qiu collapsed in Wayne's arms, her chest rising and falling, breathing heavily, her voice filled with grievance.

"Wayne, you're a bully."

"Don't talk nonsense, it's your first kiss, this is a fair deal." Wayne said "Today" in his mind without blushing or out of breath.

Another year passed, and the girl opened her eyes a little more. .

There is still some distance before picking, but it is good to taste it in advance.

His rogue appearance also made the girl laugh. He was attacked by pink fists, and when he saw someone coming out of Ravenclaw's gate, he quickly separated.

It was almost time for dinner, and the two of them

Let's go downstairs to the auditorium.

The first week of school quickly came to Friday.

Almost all students in all year groups take Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts course.

There is only one rating.

Difficult to stretch.

They were not taking a Defense Against the Dark Arts class at all, but a drama class.

Especially the students who were named to perform on stage wanted to die with Lockhart.

But the little wizard watching the fun below felt pretty good.

Although they are all studying, it is much more interesting than listening to the professor read on his own.

And given Lockhart's strict requirements for the script, they were still able to learn something useful.

It's just that students eager to wave a magic wand were sorely disappointed.

Generally speaking, it has not reached the level of another riot.

At least it hasn't shaken Snape's throne as the most annoying professor yet.

After coming back for one semester, Snape's temper seemed to have gotten worse, and his favoritism for Slytherin became even more bottomless.

Except for Wayne who scored 100 points for Hufflepuff at the beginning of the school year and was not surpassed by Slytherin, the other two houses have long since been used and disappeared.

On Friday afternoon, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw's last class was still Potions class.

Snape took out a potion to treat allergies and asked the students to practice. Instead of staring at Wayne, he started to attack other students.

Once the operation is unqualified, he will deduct points, regardless of whether it is Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw, he will not suffer any loss anyway.

Wayne frowned.

Why is this guy so crazy?

However, everything Snape did was within the allowed range, and he couldn't stand up and say anything openly.

How about secretly beating him up at night and putting the blame on Dumbledore?

Snape, who was staring at Toby Norman's team and was about to deduct points, suddenly felt cold and met Wayne's eyes based on his intuition.

The smile that appeared just now dissipated immediately, he snorted coldly, and started patrolling.

After class, the little wizards all complained about Snape's harshness.

"..."He simply treats us as machines, how can he master it so accurately."

Susan was a little depressed because she was deducted two points. Hannah comforted her:

"It's okay, let's go to the kitchen and see if we can convince the house elf to drug Snape."

"As long as he is admitted to the school doctor's office, no one will deduct points from us."

"It makes sense. There is a poison passed down in my family. I will write a letter to my aunt tonight." Seeing that Susan was really moving, Wayne quickly stopped her.

"Your aunt is the director of the Law Enforcement Department. If you ask her for poison, wouldn't you be committing suicide?"

"Wayne, do you have any poison formula?" Susan looked at him expectantly.

"It doesn't need to be too severe. Just lie half-dead for a few months."

Wayne wiped away the non-existent cold sweat and said, "Don't worry about this, I'll find a way to divert Snape's attention.

Everyone believed in Wayne, so after he said this, they all nodded with expectation in their expressions.

Back in the lounge, several Quidditch students sat together and discussed this year's player selection.

Seeing Wayne coming back, Twoley waved quickly.

"You came just in time. Who had the best performance in the flying class last year except you."

"Don't we have a good staff, and we still need to recruit people?" Wayne said strangely.

"Just recruiting substitutes." Cedric said with a smile: "We will train him for one year this year, and next year he will be able to play directly after Twore and the others graduate."

The Hufflepuff Quidditch team has three students in seventh grade this year. After graduation, the overall strength of the team will drop significantly, and preparations in advance are really needed.

"Cadwallader, let's go." Wayne named two people casually.

With his memory, both of them got good grades in their flight tests.

Twoley nodded, "Okay, let's see how it goes during training on Sunday."

In previous years, Hufflepuff has never started preparing for the new season so early. This was all forced by Wood.

When he learned that Slytherin had also changed his broom, Twoley's pressure suddenly increased.

All I can say is to question Wood, understand Wood, and become Wood.

Sometimes I really don’t want to curl up, but everyone around me is curling up and doing it, so I can’t get enough of it.

Wayne didn't pay much attention to the involvement of these Quidditch players.

He returned to the dormitory and took out Riddle's Japan and the special ink he had prepared.

After tossing Tom for so long, he still couldn't get over it.

You can give him a taste of the sweetness today. .