Hogwarts: Please Graduate Soon

Sometimes Wayne also feels like he's quite a bully.

In terms of talent, he is definitely higher than Tom, but the gap will not be as huge as it is now.

He has not yet reached the golden age when wizards grow the fastest, but Tom, who is in sixth grade, is already a bit like the future Dark Lord.

It's a pity that he is cheating.

The thin ribbon of mana flow, the huge magic power brought by the gathering storm, and the super powerful spell power brought by the innate Holy Spirit.

There are also various auxiliary talents, as well as the proficiency brought by drawing cards.

Tom, a young boy in sixth grade, was beaten to death.

Well, literally.

Tom lay beneath the Slytherin statue, motionless under the gaze of his ancestors.

But Wayne doesn't think he's dead.

The basilisk's blood gathered towards Tom, leaving burnt marks on the ground, and finally disappeared.

"Lawrence, no, I'll call you Wayne."

Tom slowly got up from the ground, and most of the wounds on his body were strangely healed.

"I prefer you to call me Master Lawrence." Wayne reminded.

"Lawrence, what the hell..."

Tom held Lockhart's wand tightly. The wand belonging to Harry had been taken back by Wayne with a disarming spell, which also broke three of his ribs.

"Let's join forces." Tom ignored Wayne's jump and said in a deep voice:

"You must have your purpose in sitting back and watching me resurrected. You are so good, Dumbledore can't tolerate you. Let's overthrow Dumbledore together, eliminate the other me, and divide the entire magical world equally."

Tom's voice was full of bewitchment: "Lawrence, are you willing? There is always someone above your head pressing down on you, requiring you to live according to his rules and ideas. You can't release your own nature. Don't you feel depressed?"

Snapped!

Suddenly a vine emerged from the ground and fell on Tom's face.

Wayne rewarded him with a slap in the face, then scolded him:

"You still don't know how much you weigh, and you still want to fool me? Why did you learn so much about the essence of what I taught you?"

"Fart!" Tom said angrily: "I understand everything you said!"

"Then tell me, what is the conflict with my Bullydo?" Wayne looked at Tom sternly.

"He is suppressing you. As long as he is around, you will never get ahead." Tom said matter-of-factly.

"You're just farting, you don't understand the main conflict at all." Wayne looked at him with disdain:

"There is no conflict or conflict of interest between me and Dumbledore."

"I don't want to rule the magical world, nor will I start a war between Muggles and wizards. Even if I want to be the Minister of Magic, Old Deng will support me from behind. Do you still want to sow discord?"

The angry Tom's face was stunned, as if... there was some truth in it.

"Remember, don't judge others by your personal thoughts, but understand how to put yourself in their shoes.

At this time, Phoenix King suddenly whined, Wayne frowned and ordered:

"Delay a little longer."

"Chirp~!"

After receiving the instructions, King Feng sprinkled a large amount of flames and enveloped the entire secret room.

The surrounding space was distorted, and even Fox or the house elves could not use phantom to come in.

Under the scorching heat, Harry frowned. Just as he was about to wake up, Wayne expertly applied another stun spell to him.

"Tom, I won't talk nonsense to you anymore. If you want to leave alive, just agree to a few conditions.

"Say." Tom's eyes narrowed.

Wayne threw a piece of parchment over and said, "If you agree, we will sign an unbreakable oath. If we don't agree, we will sign an unbreakable oath."

Before he finished speaking, lightning flashed on his fingertips, already indicating the consequences of Tom's refusal.

After reading the contents on the parchment, Tom's eyelids jumped wildly, and finally he threw the parchment away, opened his arms and closed his eyes: "You'd better kill me.

"Is this something a human can agree to? No house elf is so miserable!"

"Then just bear with me, I'm coming." Wayne nodded and was about to activate the spell.

"Master Lawrence!" Tom felt the terrifying magic power gathering, and he was really anxious.

After his resurrection, unlike Voldemort, who had Horcruxes as his trump card, he would really die if he was killed.

Whether it's Voldemort or Tom, they all have one thing in common.

That is the fear of death.

"Master Lawrence, I really can't agree to your many terms!"

"But we can talk again!"

"Dumbledore will be back soon, and the Phoenix King's flames won't be able to hold him back for too long." Wayne said coldly: "You must agree to the first four items, and the twenty-seventh item as well."

"OK!"

Tom gritted his teeth and agreed.

Damn it, he was completely sure that Wayne was waiting for him at this moment.

Fifty-six clauses, how long does it take to think about this?

But he couldn't agree. As long as Dumbledore came, he would really have no chance of survival.

The several clauses Wayne mentioned are also the most important clauses on the entire parchment.

First, the Invincible Killer and the Maw Claw are not allowed.

Second, what happened today can never be revealed.

Third, if you leave the UK, you will not be able to come back within two years.

Fourth, kill Voldemort once.

Twenty-seven, when we meet in the future, we must call him Master Wayne Lawrence.

Wayne took out another parchment of the Unbreakable Oath contract. The two of them faced each other with their wands, and the contract was signed instantly.

"I can go now."

Feeling the invisible restraint deep in his soul, Tom was itching with hatred.

"Let's go. As for how you leave, that's your own problem."

Wayne waved his hand and pulled the unconscious Harry to his side.

"Don't worry about it, Master Lawrence."

Tom snorted coldly and said a few hoarse words. The basilisk, which was still breathing, struggled to crawl over, opened its bloody mouth, and spat out a dilapidated cabinet.

"Vanishing cabinet?" Wayne raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Are you quite prepared?"

Tom said nothing, almost vomiting blood in his heart.

His initial plan was to kill Harry, then find Wayne, kill Wayne again, and escape from Hogwarts by disappearing.

So far, not a single goal has been achieved, and several unequal treaties have been signed.

After getting into the disappearing cabinet, Tom disappeared completely. The basilisk chewed the disappearing cabinet into pieces with his last breath, and then became silent again.

It seemed that he was afraid that Wayne or Dumbledore would follow the clues through the cabinet and find him.

The secret room returned to calm. Wayne used several consecutive spells to completely disrupt the surrounding traces. Even using the tracking spell and the manifesting spell, he could not restore the scene at that time. Only then did he stop and let the Phoenix King remove the flames that disturbed the space.

Not long after, Fox appeared in the light of fire.

"Chirp!"

"Chirp!"

The two birds chirped at each other for a while, then Fox landed on Wayne's shoulder and nuzzled his cheek.

Then he looked back at the unconscious Harry.

"It's nothing serious, I just fainted.

"Is Dumbledore back?"

"Chirp!"

"Okay, wait for me." Wayne fired two rounds of Ultimate Flash on the basilisk. After making sure it was completely dead, he took out a bag, put away the entire basilisk body, and put the crucible in the corner. He put it away, and there were a few drops of potion left in it, which were to be given to Dumbledore.

The basilisk's fangs, scales, venom, and even flesh are of great value.

He had already researched several potions based on the materials on the basilisk, and was waiting to experiment after getting them.

"Let's go, take Harry with you and go to the office together."

After doing all this, Wayne said to Fox.

Fox fell on Harry's body, turned into a whirlpool of flames, and disappeared into the secret room with Wayne and Feng.

In the principal's office, Professor McGonagall was sitting weakly on the sofa, and Dumbledore had been comforting her.

"Don't worry, Mr. Fox and Lawrence have already gone, there will be no problem. 17

"Albus, why don't you go over?" McGonagall asked impatiently: "It's too dangerous to leave everything to the students. This is a dereliction of duty on the part of the teacher!"

"Actually, I want to go there, but the space there is very unstable, and Fox can't take me with him."

"Please believe Lawrence, he is much stronger than we think."

"I was really embarrassed to hear the principal's praise as soon as I came here." Wayne appeared stepping on the firelight, followed by Fox and the unconscious Harry.

Professor McGonagall screamed and rushed over.

"Professor, Harry just passed out, nothing serious.

Professor McGonagall checked, then breathed a sigh of relief and waved his wand to cast the resuscitation spell on Harry.

"What the hell is going on, where's Lockhart?"

"The situation is a bit complicated, I think it's better to wait until Harry wakes up.

Soon, Harry faintly woke up.

hiss...

After waking up, the first thing Harry did was to rub his head. When he touched the big bump on the back of his head, he couldn't help but scream, and then he checked his surroundings.

When he saw that he was in Dumbledore's office, Harry knew that he was safe and couldn't wait to ask:

"Lockhart, no, Riddle, he..."

Hearing the name, Dumbledore's calm face wavered.

"Um...Professor McGonagall." Wayne suddenly interrupted Harry, "Do you want to go and maintain order?"

Wayne pointed out the window. A large number of students left the Quidditch pitch and returned to the castle. It looked like the game was over.

Are you not letting me listen?

McGonagall quickly understood what Wayne meant, glanced at Dumbledore who showed no expression, nodded and went out.

"Go on, Harry, and start from the beginning."

"Oh." Harry nodded blankly and took him away from Lockhart alone. The two of them entered the girls' bathroom, opened the pipe, and then walked all the way to the secret room.

Lockhart suddenly attacked him and took out the diary.

Dumbledore, who had always maintained a gentle expression, suddenly spoke: "Diary? Can you show it to me?"

"Here I am."

Wayne handed the diary to Dumbledore, and the old man stroked the wrinkled surface, becoming more solemn as he looked at it.

"It's amazing, he is probably the most outstanding student in the history of Hogwarts besides Mr. Lawrence.

…Please give me flowers…

But he always felt something was wrong. It was very similar to some kind of black magic item he knew, but there were some differences.

"Professor, then a black mist entered Lockhart's body from the diary, and then..."

Thinking of the scene at that time, Harry still couldn't help but feel sick to his stomach.

"Then he turned into someone else and said he was Tom Riddle, the future Voldemort."

"What?!"

Dumbledore lost his composure for the first time, and Harry felt a huge surge of momentum, making him unable to breathe.

Wayne took a step forward, which made him feel better.

"Professor, he really is

That said, he also summoned a basilisk to kill me. Fortunately, King Feng arrived in time and rescued me. Then, I was knocked unconscious, and when I woke up, I appeared here.

"Harry, please go out first. Madam Pomfrey will give you a comprehensive examination." Dumbledore quickly regained his composure and said to Harry.

"But..." Harry was a little unhappy. He also wanted to know what happened next, whether Lockhart was still alive, and whether Riddle was Voldemort.

"The crisis has been resolved. Wayne knew what he was thinking and spoke out: "Professor Lockhart paid the due price, and the Basilisk was defeated and killed by Phoenix King [City Tom Reed]

He looked at the diary and didn't say anything directly.

Harry thought he understood what Wayne meant and left the office happily.

Only Dumbledore and Wayne were left in the office, and Fawkes was preening.

Before Dumbledore could ask, Wayne spoke.

"Sorry Professor, the worst has happened."

"Is Tom really resurrected?" Dumbledore said solemnly.

0...0

"Yes." Wayne nodded and took out the crucible in the secret room, the fragments of the vanishing cabinet, and a time turner that exploded when he fought Lockhart just now.

of gold coins.

"I can feel that it is no longer Lockhart. All kinds of black magic are at your fingertips, and the killing curse is as easy as eating and drinking."

"Although he was no match for me, under the desperate efforts of the basilisk, I still let him run away, using this disappearing cabinet."

Dumbledore tremblingly picked up a small glass bottle and drank the liquid inside.

“Tom…”

He finally knew why he felt that the diary was different from the Horcrux in the record.

There are no traces of destruction, and there are no fluctuations in the soul.

It turned out that I was the one who went out.

"Can you let me see the specific process?" Dumbledore turned to look at the pensieve.

"certainly.

Wayne walked over without hesitation, pulled out strands of silk thread from between his eyebrows and put them into the pensieve.

He had already prepared for this. Memory can be deceiving, so this is why the testimony obtained from the interrogation using veritaserum cannot be used as evidence.

It's just that if you want to deceive a thoughtful wizard like Dumbledore, you must have no flaws.

Relying on master meditation techniques, Wayne has compiled a set of almost real memories. All the processes are real, but some of the conversations between him and Tom have been deleted.

So what Dumbledore saw was that Wayne came to the secret room and had a few words with Tom, and then the two sides started fighting.

Wayne kept pressing Tom to fight, and finally the basilisk blocked Tom's ultimate flash of victory, taking the opportunity to use the disappearing cabinet to escape.

After reading it, the old man suddenly became much older. He walked back to his seat and did not speak for a long time.

It's true that the impact is a bit big.

The darkness is divided into two, is this what it means?

Dumbledore suddenly remembered Trelawney's prophecy.

The darkness split into two, and the mist in the distance turned into delicate gray. When the devil returned, the world changed quietly.

All the Horcruxes in the record are just a means to save life, and the only case that has self-memory and can be resurrected is the diary.

What he saw in En's memory was not actually Voldemort, but a sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle who had traveled through the decades and arrived in the present.

Divided into two, exquisite gray...

Lao Deng suddenly caught something. Just as he had his thoughts, the door to the room was violently opened.

Lucius Malfoy walked in aggressively, with an angry look on his face.

"Okay! Dumbledore!"

"You actually came back without authorization. The board of directors suspended your duties, but you came back on your own initiative. Are you trying to do something against the wishes of all the directors?"

Having been interrupted from his thoughts, Dumbledore raised his head displeasedly, his cold eyes penetrated through the lenses and penetrated deep into Lucius's heart.

Lucius Malfoy only felt that his hands and feet were cold, and his body could not move at all. He just froze in place.

"Lucius, before Abraxas got dragonpox, didn't he teach you to knock before entering?"

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