Hogwarts: Please Graduate Soon

Harry was very hurt. He thought that given his relationship with Wayne, he should take care of him overtly and covertly.

As a result, the friendship between the two was defeated by a small Galleung.

At this moment, he had some doubts. As long as he had enough galleons, Wayne could attack the principal's office directly.

It's a pity that this absolutely requires an astronomical figure, and he, a poor man, can't afford it.

According to the law of conservation of happiness, when Harry felt uncomfortable, Malfoy became happy. He kept waving his wand to signal Harry to get ready.

In desperation, Harry could only stand ten meters away from Malfoy.

Wayne retreated to the corner, holding a watch in his hand.

"Three minutes, start now!"

call out!

As soon as he finished speaking, Malfoy couldn't wait to activate his wand. He found that it was even better than his own wand.

Although the magic spell has little power, it can be cast silently, and the magic spell will be released as soon as the thought occurs.

Several red lights hit him in succession. Harry subconsciously moved his body and only avoided one of them. He was hit several times on his body and his points were reduced to three points.

Malfoy became even more excited when he saw Harry's pained expression, and the red light flashed more frequently.

Suddenly, the light disappeared. Malfoy looked at Wayne in confusion and raised the wand in his hand.

It seems to be saying that there is something wrong with your thing.

Harry also took this opportunity to rub his body. As Wayne said, it still hurt to be hit repeatedly.

"Can your family cast magic spells all the time?"

Wayne stopped the stopwatch, rolled his eyes and said, "Don't you see the blue groove on the wand?"

Malfoy was stunned and looked down.

There was indeed a very small groove, which was emitting a faint fluorescence. He tried to throw out the attack, and the groove was indeed shorter.

It will take about a dozen times to reach the end.

"This is to imitate a more realistic spellcasting environment. Okay, if you have any other questions, just continue. Six, three, seven."

Malfoy shook his head and Wayne pressed the stopwatch again.

What followed was a brutal beating.

Even with some restrictions, Malfoy gradually mastered the trick. As long as the frequency of casting spells remains fixed, this blue groove will never bottom out.

And Harry could only scurry around the room like a headless fly. It reminded him of last year when Wayne and Quirrell, no, he was in such a mess when he fought against Quirrell, no, Voldemort.

"Don't just run away, Harry." Wayne said dissatisfiedly from the side:

"Pay attention to Malfoy's movements and predict them!"

Facts have proved that when a person is blinded, he cannot listen to what others say.

Wayne's rebuke had no effect at all.

Harry could only rely on Malfoy's lack of accuracy and his flexible body to make him suffer less. If he really couldn't escape, he would turn his back and change places to push.

Finally, three minutes passed.

"stop!"

Wayne shouted to stop, but Malfoy still waved his wand excitedly.

Whoosh!

Wayne reached out and the wand in Malfoy's hand flew out and fell into his hand.

"I shouted stop, didn't you hear?" Wayne glanced lightly, but Malfoy suddenly woke up and apologized quickly.

"I was so excited just now, I'm sorry."

"Be careful next time." After warning, Wayne said: "Harry, it's your turn."

"Please let me take it easy first." Harry grinned and walked over, rubbing the hairy parts of his body.

His body was covered with light spots, and he almost turned into a firefly.

I looked at the scoreboard, 79 points.

In three minutes, he was hit by Malfoy so many times.

"Is the spell really that fast?" Harry complained, "I didn't even have time to react."

"That's not a reaction, that's just a lie." Wayne bluntly said: "You have to stay calm in battle, but you're so panicked in training.

"If you really encounter an enemy, you won't be scared to death."

"As for the speed of the curse you mentioned?" Wayne pulled out his wand and flicked it casually. The two of them saw a blur in front of their eyes, and a chair at the back of the classroom shattered into powder.

"Do you still think the speed just now was fast?"

Harry was very unconvinced, but when he thought about his performance just now, he lowered his head in shame.

Just now, he was really frightened when he saw the curse, and his mind went blank.

Malfoy snickered on the sidelines and was caught by Harry.

"Malfoy." Harry grinned, "Now it's your turn!"

"Can I still be afraid of you?" Malfoy pretended to be calm and walked farther away, this time at a distance of fifteen meters.

"bring it on!"

Phew! Phew! Phew!

A new round of screams rang out in the room. At first, Malfoy still remembered the key points that Wayne just said and observed Harry's movements.

But he soon discovered a problem.

The eyes reacted.

The body doesn’t obey orders!

Instead of just standing there stupidly waiting to be beaten, it would be better to imitate Harry just now and run away with his head in his arms.

Wayne shook his head and looked no further.

For two hours, the two of them took turns being beaten to see who could bear it better.

By the end, they felt pain all over when they lifted their arms.

"Okay, that's it for today."

When Harry finished beating Malfoy in the final round, Wayne spoke up.

The scoreboard has already reached the full value of 999. It seems that he was conservative when making it.

Who knew these two guys were so good.

Harry and Malfoy were both grinning, but they still held firm and didn't scream, because they didn't want to lose to each other.

Wayne threw the potion over and said, "Go back and ask your roommates to help wipe it, so it won't hurt in the morning.

"I'll modify the wand again to simulate the real spell-casting process as much as possible."

"In this month, you should learn to be beaten first."

Neither Harry nor Malfoy objected.

Because they did feel the difference. At first they did not dare to face the curse, but later they got used to it and tried to avoid it.

Although there is no progress, the change in mentality is obvious.

The fees are indeed expensive, but Wayne is also teaching seriously.

This kind of fighting atmosphere has never been experienced in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

That alone is worth it.

Wayne restored all the tables and chairs to their original positions and walked out of the classroom door.

"It will be the same time next week, if you inform me in advance."

"That's right." Wayne suddenly turned around and looked at Malfoy with a smile.

"Get up early tomorrow, there will be a good show to watch."

Malfoy felt chills all over and wanted to say something, but Wayne had disappeared.

Harry looked at him with gloating: "Malfoy, let the people in your college be so mean, now it's better.

"Shut up, Brot!" Malfoy looked at him irritably, "It has nothing to do with me, it's Flint."

"It's the same for everyone." Harry didn't care: "You Slytherins should be in trouble."

Malfoy said fiercely: "Do you want to fight?"

"I'm afraid you won't succeed." Harry was not to be outdone.

The two soon struggled together, and then separated quickly.

The wounds on my body hurt so much!

The door to Hufflepuff's common room opened and Wayne walked in.

I looked at the time, it was just after ten o'clock.

Based on his knowledge of the little badgers, almost no one would sleep at this point.

Wayne cleared his throat.

Cedric, who was playing ten-pin bowling with his friend, instinctively felt something bad and wanted to stop him, but Wayne's voice also spread through the magic power in all directions and extended into the dormitory.

"For those students who haven't slept yet, Tian is here for a meeting!"

Bang~!

boom!

A few seconds later, the door to Tu's dormitory was violently pushed open.

The little badgers ran out in a hurry, and many even came out of the bathroom directly with slippers on their feet and toothbrushes in their mouths.

Many people's eyes were flashing with excitement, but only the freshmen were at a loss.

Seniors, or sophomores like Wayne, all know that as long as Wayne gathers everyone, something will definitely happen.

It only happened twice last school year.

The first time, they rushed to the principal's office, and the second time, they were given fifty signed copies of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" as a reward.

This time...

Some people knew what happened in the morning and guessed what happened.

"People are almost here." Wayne jumped up to a table and glanced condescendingly. Almost 90% of the people had come out.

"Everyone knows what happened this morning."

Wayne didn't waste any time and asked directly.

Many people nodded.

Twoley was carrying a sack.

"Are you trying to trap Flint? We don't need so many people. Our Quidditch team can just go with you."

Cedric looked at his captain in shock.

Why does it feel like this guy has awakened some great hobby?

"Of course not. This is my personal matter. How can I hurt you?" Wayne shook his head and said loudly:

"Everyone knows about my relationship with Hermione. I can't just watch Flint bully us Muggle-born wizards like this."

"Early tomorrow morning, I'm going to Slytherin to block the door!"

"What I want to say is that this matter has nothing to do with Hufflepuff. It is all my personal behavior, so please don't help me!"

Wayne lowered his head and said very guiltily: "I'm very sorry if the academy deducted points because of my recklessness."

"But there are some things I have to do. If I don't stand up today, will others be able to abuse my friends arbitrarily in the future?"

"As a Hufflepuff, I absolutely cannot allow this to happen!"

Hearing Wayne's words, many emotional girls' eyes turned red.

Many people thought that Wayne summoned them to let everyone help seek justice. Who would have thought that he actually advised everyone to ignore it?

Moreover, he apologized in advance because his behavior would deduct points for the college...

What a kind person!

No, I can't stand the rain.

Emilia Grace stepped forward, jumped on the table, hugged Wayne, and buried his head into her abyss.

"What are you talking about? Didn't you say it? Hufflepuff is a whole." Grace's voice was gentler than ever before:

"Granger is your girlfriend and Hufflepuff's friend. She was scolded. I definitely can't stand by and watch..."

"No matter who else, I will definitely go with you tomorrow!"

"Uh-huh, senior sister, I'm suffocating!" Wayne's hesitant voice came out.

"That's right, Wayne, we are all your loyal friends, your business is mine!"

"Count me in!"

"I am also a Muggle-born, and I am also what they call a Mudblood. Scolding Granger is equivalent to scolding me!"

With Grace as the eldest sister taking the lead, the girls were excited, not to mention the boys.

As a man, you can be called lecherous or a scumbag, but only if you let

What they can't bear is that they have no loyalty!

Wayne made it clear that he didn't regard them as brothers.

"Don't wait for tomorrow, go today!" a fifth-grade freshman shouted loudly, and everyone responded.

Wayne quickly pulled his head out of his senior sister's broad chest and blushed.

"It's too late today, Flint must be sleeping, there's no point in us blocking the door.

"Well, let's do it. I'm going to go at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. If anyone wants to come with me, just wait for me in the lounge.'

"good!"

Cedric looked at his classmates who had completely transformed into fighting forms and suddenly moved his nose.

Where did the tea aroma come from? It’s so strong!

"Isn't eight o'clock too late? There must be Slytherins going to have dinner by then." The fifth-year prefect suggested: "How about ordering a little earlier?"

"Let everyone sleep in during the weekend." Wayne shook his head.

"My only target is Flint. The other Slytherins are still my friends. I just need to call him out when the time comes.

"Then how do you plan to punish him?" someone asked.

"Just find him a cool place to reflect, realize his mistakes and apologize."

"Wayne, you are so kind." A girl hugged him distressedly.

But Cedric was envious.

In the early morning, the little badgers gathered in the common room early in the morning after recuperating all night.

Almost everyone is willing to go with Wayne to cause a scene.

The little badgers who have summed up their experience have also discovered that as long as there are more people, the trouble will be bigger, and the punishment in the end will be the smallest.

The emperor sends troops when he is not hungry. Naturally, Wayne cannot let everyone go hungry to help, so he asks the elves to deliver food to the rest room.

He scanned it quickly and quickly knew it by heart.

Only a few people didn't show up.

Some people are unwilling to join in the fun or are afraid of being punished, which is normal.

It's impossible for Wayne to hate them because of this. At most, he will distance himself from them in the future.

But he clearly remembered that there was a person who shouted so indignantly yesterday that he vowed to go with him.

Didn't show up today.

Wayne asked innocently: "By the way, where's Smith, I've already made the feathers he ordered from me the day before yesterday.

"Which Smith?" Hannah, sitting next to Wayne, asked while eating mashed potatoes.

There are five or six Hufflepuffs named Smith.

"A member of our grade, Karais."

"He just said he would be out right away." Justin Finch-Fletchley, who was in the same dormitory with him, said.

But until everyone finished breakfast, this person still didn't show up.

"It's strange, isn't Zacharis coming? He clearly agreed yesterday." Ernie MacMillan muttered.

Many people heard it.

Susan's face turned ugly, and Toby and Norman stood up angrily.

Now everyone understood what was going on, and they all looked disgusted.

If nothing is promised, it's totally fine for Zachary Smith to not show up.

But the behavior of going back on one's word is even more heartbreaking.

"It's okay." Wayne smiled reluctantly, blocking the two roommates who wanted to rush back to the dormitory.

"Maybe he's feeling a little unwell."

"McMillan, help me pass this quill to him. This is what he asked me for on Friday."

"What are you doing for him!" Hannah said angrily.

"Don't be like this, Hannah, we are all friends." Wayne comforted her.

Cedric couldn't help but advise: "Wayne, even Hufflepuff will have a few scum.

These words were quite serious, but no one stood up to refute, but nodded in agreement.

Look at Lawrence, even if you go against his word, he will still say good things to you and still remember the quill he gave you.

What a broad mind.

In comparison, almost no one would have a good impression of Deka Rice.

"Okay." Wayne stood up and took out his wand.

"I said last night that this is my private matter. If he doesn't come, there will be no problem. Please don't discuss it too much."

"Now, let's go!"

"Walk!"

The roars of the little badgers shook the ceiling, and the barrel door swung open. Under the leadership of Wayne, hundreds of people walked out aggressively.

Wayne is so kind, Flint shouldn't bully his little girlfriend.

How shameless!

We at Hufflepuff would never agree to that.

We want to protect the best Kun in the world...Wayne!.