Hogwarts: Please Graduate Soon

Back in the common room, Wayne noticed something was wrong.

There were many people sitting in the room, but the atmosphere was extremely quiet, and everyone was deep in thought.

"What's going on here?"

Wayne sat in the empty chair next to Cedric and asked curiously.

Cedric looked complicated: "Your two roommates are too smart and asked two questions that no one could answer."

"Everyone is thinking."

Wayne looked like you were kidding me.

His two roommates were absolutely as good as each other, and Toby was praised by Snape as an idiot on the same level as Neville.

"Toby, what on earth did you two ask?"

"Oh, Wayne."

Toby looked up at him and asked very seriously: "Do you think the laxatives are still useful if they expire?"

Norman also chimed in: "Drinking and riding a broomstick, does that count as drunk driving?"

Wayne:

You two should be transferred to the hospital. The little Hufflepuff can no longer accommodate you. Hurry up and harm Ravenclaw.

New week.

Harry walked into the auditorium with Ronald with a depressed look on his face.

The two of them had not fully recovered from their injuries. Their eyes were blue and they had several big bumps on their heads. When other students asked, they said they had fallen down the stairs.

But no one believes that anyone who falls down the stairs can get two black eyes.

As fate would have it, Malfoy, who was eating, also raised his head when Harry passed by, and their eyes met.

"snort!"

Harry and Malfoy snorted at the same time. Malfoy didn't look good at this time either. There were gaps in his neat blond hair, and it looked like it had been chewed off.

The bruises on the corners of his mouth were very obvious, and Malfoy grinned with a fierce expression, just about to taunt Harry.

Unexpectedly, Harry laughed first.

"Hahaha, Malfoy, why is one of your teeth missing?"

Ronald also laughed, and the two of them laughed at Malfoy unbridled, and the blond boy's expression changed visibly.

"Pote, do you want to fight again?"

Malfoy gritted his teeth and his words were a little leaky. When he went back that night, he found that one of his teeth had been knocked out.

After careful recall, I discovered that it was actually Crabbe, a fool who accidentally injured him.

He was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

Today, Harry tore his wound again. If there weren't too many little wizards around, he would have wanted to rush up and punch Harry, knocking out one of his teeth.

Harry retorted: "I don't want to knock out all your teeth and leave you without food."

Of course he would not agree. If there was no 763 Wayne on Friday night, he and Ronald Neville would be completely in trouble.

The best outcome is to be caught by Filch, the worst outcome...

It was probably used as rations for the three-headed dog. It happened to be one for each head, so there was no need to grab it.

"Coward." Seeing that Harry didn't take the bait, Malfoy snorted and turned his head to eat, ignoring them.

Harry still wanted to taunt, but a familiar annoying voice came from behind him.

"Potte, don't Gryffindors have a place to eat by themselves?"

"No, Professor." Harry forced himself to calm down and turned around: "I was just saying hello to my classmates."

After Snape saw the injury on Harry's face, his eyes narrowed and he was silent for two seconds before saying:

"For deceiving the professor, Lu Lanfendo will deduct five points."

"Pote, you'd better pray that I don't touch you next time we fight, otherwise go back to Privet Drive.

With that, Snape floated away, like a giant bat that moved during the day.

Harry looked at his back with disgust.

"Sometimes I really feel like I stole his girlfriend and made him hate me so much."

"You two are more than 20 years apart." Ronald complained mercilessly: "Your dad just stole his girlfriend."

"Okay, let's go eat."

Harry nodded and was about to return to the long Gryffindor table with Ronald when he accidentally saw Wayne coming to the guest of honor seat and talking to Snape who had just sat down.

"Professor, here are the materials you want."

Wayne handed over a paper bag with a pained face.

In order to collect these tears, he vomited all the good things he said to King Feng yesterday, and then he managed to collect two small bottles.

If Snape dares to hide his stupidity, Wayne promises to give him a potion containing Umbridge's hair!

Whoosh!

The movement almost left an afterimage. Before Wayne could react, his vision blurred and Snape had already put the things away.

Even a rare smile.

He had already used the materials given by Wayne over the weekend, and the effect was surprisingly good.

Especially the rebirth potion he refined, which was added with the tears of the phoenix, actually produced some changes that he couldn't even understand.

After a whole weekend of research, Snape determined that Wayne's phoenix was different.

Like Fox, its tears do have a strong healing effect, but they are only healing.

But Wayne's phoenix...

Snape wasn't sure because the time was too short.

But according to the inference of the existing intelligence, Phoenix King's tears contain huge vitality.

Even people who are not injured can get an increase in life span and even return to youth after using it.

What the hell does this mean?

It’s simply a high-end version of the Magic Stone!

No, what kind of garbage is the magic stone?

It can only make people live forever, but it cannot prevent aging. Now Nicoléme would probably break his chest even if he sneezed.

But if you rely on the tears of the phoenix... you will not only live forever, but you will also be able to maintain your body at its peak function forever!

Snape no longer dared to use these two bottles of tears at will.

He felt that none of the potion formulas he knew were worthy of using these tears.

"Come to my office tomorrow night." Snape said weakly, and Wayne gave him a look of displeasure.

However, at this time, all the eyes of the guest of honor were focused on the two of them.

Especially seeing Snape actually smiling, even Professor McGonagall found it incredible.

"Lawrence, what are you talking about with Professor Snape?"

As the dean, Sprout was the most qualified to ask, and she had no intention of hiding it.

"Um, Dean, don't I think my potions skills are too poor, and I want Professor Snape to give me some make-up lessons.

Wayne lowered his head and said sheepishly: "I just gave the professor some materials for class."

As he spoke, he also took out a jar of Phoenix King's excrement to make fertilizer for his dean, and gave each of Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall a feather.

Professor Sprout laughed so much that he didn't know how fertile Phoenix's feces was. This was the first time he used it.

Immediately he looked at Wayne and his eyes became gentler: "Then I'm welcome. If you need any plants in the future, you can come to me and get them."

A young wizard who is talented, studious, and disobedient is really rare.

There was Cedric in the third grade, and there was Wayne in the first grade.

Sprout seems to be able to see that an era of Hufflepuff is coming.

After receiving the gift, they naturally had to do some work. McGonagall and Flitwick also smiled and told Wayne that he could come to them if he encountered any problems during the study process.

"Mr. Lawrence..." Dumbledore, who had been silent all this time, spoke up and sighed in frustration:

"You will never forget this bad old man like me..."

Wayne was startled, "Professor, don't you already have Fox? Do you still need these materials?"

"Of course." Dumbledore blinked: "Every phoenix is ​​unique, not to mention yours is the 'Phoenix King'?"

Recently, Feng Wang and Fox often went to Lao Deng's place to eat and drink. Even Snape could find something unusual, let alone him?

It's a pity that Dumbledore is not an expert in the field of magical animals. He can only feel the power and difference of King Ho from a magical perspective, and cannot get more effective information.

But it doesn't matter, he has already written to an old friend and asked the expert to give some advice.

The principal openly asked for a bribe, so it was hard for Wayne to refuse.

He took out another feather and handed it to Dumbledore.

The old man rubbed it carefully for a moment, felt the warmth in his hands, and put it away with a smile. He planned to send it to his old friend later.

Feeling that there were still eyes on him, Wayne turned his head and raised a playful smile on his lips.

"Why, Brother Juanluo also wants some materials?"

Quirrell waved his hands in panic: "No, no, I...I'm just curious.

"Can, can you let me see your phoenix?"

"Of course..." Under Quirrell's expectant gaze, Wayne made a sharp turn.

"no."

"Professor, if you teach (adeg) us some useful spells next class, I will call King Feng back. What do you think?"

Except for McGonagall who frowned slightly, none of the other teachers had any reaction to Wayne teasing a professor so unscrupulously.

It's true that Quirrell did such a bad job that all the little wizards had a lot of complaints against him. No one else can blame him.

The teachers were also disgusted with the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, who smelled unpleasant all day long.

Faced with Wayne's persecution, Quirrell just stammered and said, "I'll do my best," but didn't give any guarantee.

Dumbledore tilted his head slightly, and no one could see his eyes clearly from the reflective mirror.

Fourth floor, in Quirrell's office.

After breakfast, Quirrell did not have classes in the morning and went directly back to the office.

Few of the little wizards he met along the way greeted him, and they all looked at him with disdain and disgust.

In this regard, Quirrell always lowered his head and did not make any response.

Close the door and lock it.

Quirrell took out his wand again and cast several trap spells and warning spells. Then he came to a floor-to-ceiling mirror and took off the turban that all young wizards were curious about.

A face appeared on the back of his head.

What a face that is.

Gray and ferocious, with an expression of pain all the time.

Just seeing it can make a child cry.

This is the tail sealed in the jinchuriki's body...well, it's Voldemort.

Wayne would definitely sigh if he were here.

Although he looks ugly, at least he has a nose. Look what will happen in the future.

"Owner..."

Quirrell knelt on the ground respectfully, allowing Voldemort's face to receive the sunlight.

"Idiot, you can't even handle a first-year wizard. Why would I choose a waste like you?"

Voldemort's curses were intermittent and sounded very weak, but Quirrell was still trembling with fear and softly defended:

"Master...Master, I can't help it. If I show too much enthusiasm, Dumbledore will notice something is wrong with me."

Voldemort sneered: "You think Dumbledore doesn't know you are mine?"

Quirrell was shocked: "What? Then why didn't he..."

"Why don't we expose you and get rid of you?" Voldemort asked back, with great malice in his voice:

"I know Dumbledore is aware of my existence."

"Dumbledore knows that I know that he knows that I

The presence.

"I know too..."

"This is a balance, a game between me and him, but Dumbledore would never have imagined that I, a lonely ghost, would dare to go to Hogwarts in person."

"In his heart, I'm afraid you are just a poor guy who was bewitched by me!"

Quirrell also stopped trembling and said flatteringly: "No, master, I turned from darkness to light. Only after following you did I realize how hypocritical Dumbledore is."

"Then show your worth! I don't need useless trash" Voldemort scolded:

"I need the tears of a phoenix, especially Lawrence's phoenix!"

Voldemort knew that his state was too weak, and he could only regain some strength by resorting to rare methods and evil rituals.

And Phoenix's tears, and even blood, are one of them.

That damn little first-year wizard was jostling his servants every day, and even he couldn't bear to hear some of the things he said.

What does it mean to pretend to be a teacher?

This is what I call Zangzhuo!

"Master, I will do my best." Quirrell quickly expressed his loyalty: "I will definitely get the Phoenix Tears for you and help you regain your strength."

Speaking of this, he hesitated: "Master, Snape used to be your subordinate, why didn't you let me go to him for help?"

"Snape?" Voldemort's voice was faint.

"He is indeed much better and smarter than you."

Quirrell lowered his head in shame.

However, I was still a little unconvinced.

Voldemort continued: "But it is precisely because he is too good and outstanding that I cannot appear in front of him now."

"Ten years have passed...I am no longer the Dark Lord I once was. Will a Slytherin as ambitious as him still be willing to recognize me as his master?"

"If he betrays you..." Quirrell's eyes flashed with cruelty: "Then I will kill him!"

"It doesn't matter if you sacrifice your life, but if my existence is exposed, even if you die ten thousand times, it won't be enough!"

Voldemort said coldly: "I'll give you a week. If you still can't deal with that little wizard, you know the consequences."

After saying that, Voldemort closed his eyes and rested.

The power he has accumulated is too weak. Every time he speaks another word, it is a waste of his life.

Quirrell gently sent the scarf up again, his eyes flashing coldly.

Wayne Lawrence...

"Wayne, please stop bullying Professor Quirrell"

In the History of Magic class, Hermione warned in a low voice.

"He is our teacher after all..."

Wayne yawned and asked nonchalantly: "Then, Miss Granger, what did you learn from this teacher?"

After hemming and hawing for a long time, Hermione finally found a reason:

"Away from vampires?"

"Haha, you really know how to make me happy."

Wayne smiled but said: "You might as well learn how to deal with vampires from me. There is no tuition fee and you only need to give me a half-hour massage."

"You're going to die." The little witch patted him lightly and did not mention Quirrell's matter again.

She actually didn't like the useless Quirrell, and her admonishment to Wayne was out of respect for the teacher as a student.

Secretly, Hermione had written several letters of complaint to Dumbledore.

There are stories about Quirrell, there are stories about Cuthbert Binns, there are even stories about astronomy classes that affect students’ sleep.

But Dumbledore only replied to Hermione with a letter, telling her that she could take a nap during the astronomy class, and it would be useless anyway.

The little witch was so angry.

On the podium, Cuthbert Binns continued to perform hypnosis.

Today he was talking about the various deeds of wizards who helped various city-states conquer Persia during the ancient Greek period. What should have been a magnificent epic became boring under his narration.

Wayne's eyes were deep, thinking about Quirrell's performance just now.

It seems that he has other plans for King Feng.

What does Voldemort mean?.