Hogwarts: Please Graduate Soon

"I'm preparing for the next test!"

One sentence attracted everyone's attention.

The little wizards were already nervous about the upcoming sorting ceremony and had a fear of the unknown.

Judging from Wayne's performance, does he know more about the sorting ceremony?

"Hey, do you know the assessment content of the sorting ceremony?"

A domineering voice came from a boy with platinum blond hair. Next to him were two silly giants who would have grown bigger than ordinary little wizards.

The little wizard looks good, but his expression looks very flat, which makes him feel very unpleasant.

Wayne's fists were hard. He had been the 'school bully' for four years in elementary school, and no one had dared to talk to him like this for a long time.

However, thinking about his plan, he still explained with a normal expression:

"I know, Cedric and the twins just told me about the sorting process."

Ronald, who was standing next to Harry, whispered.

"Twins? It can't be George and Fred!"

Wayne also heard it and nodded, "You are Ronald Weasley, right? Your brother told me about you."

At this time, all the little wizards gathered around and asked in a hurry:

"What exactly is the sorting ceremony?"

"Will there be any danger?"

"I haven't mastered a single spell. Can I really enroll in school?"

Okay, okay, I'm all hooked.

Wayne was secretly happy.

Did he really think he was so full and so cooperative with Gemini and Cedric on the train?

On the one hand, Wayne is indeed a bit bored and just plays to tease fools. On the other hand, he just wants to trick the big ones.

The hunt begins!

Before Professor McGonagall came back, Wayne quickly told the twins and the sorting ceremony he had mentioned. He also kindly helped to improve some of the unreasonable things.

As Wayne told the story, the faces of the little wizards surrounding him became paler and their legs became weak.

Even those little wizards from pure-blood families were like this. Malfoy's face was completely drained of color.

Although parents will use the sorting ceremony to scare their children to satisfy their own evil tastes.

But it’s not so detailed!

After hearing what Wayne said, the group of little guys seemed to be able to feel the tragedy of the sorting ceremony.

Ronald murmured to himself: "It's over, it's over, I remembered that when the first grade came back during the summer vacation, both Fred and George were limping."

"It must be that the injuries sustained during the sorting ceremony haven't healed yet."

In fact, this was just the twins who wanted to secretly go to the Forbidden Forest at the end, but Hagrid's teeth found out and drove them away.

No one responded to Ronald at this time, and Harry had fallen into deep self-isolation.

what to do?

If he fails the test, will he be back in the Dursleys' display window?

After seeing the artifacts of the magical world, he really didn't want to go back.

Wayne finally sighed casually and said: "If it's too dangerous, I'm going to give up the test and go back to my Harrow School."

This also inspired several young wizards from Muggle families.

If it doesn't work... let's just give up?

"You, are everything you said true?" Hermione was also frightened, hoping desperately that Wayne was lying to her.

"It wasn't me who said it, it was Cedric and Ronald's two brothers who said it." Wayne corrected:

"You may not know who Cedric is. He has ranked first in grade two years in a row and is a model student in the eyes of his parents."

Hermione was on the verge of tears and had completely given up hope.

Crunch!

The door to the room was pushed open, and Professor McGonagall was stunned when he walked in.

What's going on here?

Although the little wizards in the past were very nervous, they wouldn't be like them, right?

This is not a sorting ceremony. Those who didn’t know better thought they were going to the Louis XVI Happy Stage.

Before she could speak, a little witch ran over and asked in a tearful tone:

"Professor McGonagall, can I choose to drop out of school?"

"What did you say?" McGonagall could hardly believe her ears.

What did she hear?

There is a young wizard who wants to drop out of Hogwarts?

"And I!"

"Ooooooo, mom, where are you? I want to go home!"

Four little wizards cried again. McGonagall's head was dizzy and he felt even more panicked.

Since the establishment of Hogwarts, some students have been expelled, some have transferred to another school midway, and some have even been killed.

But there has never been a student who wanted to drop out.

But today she met them, and she met five of them at once!

If word of this spreads, what will other magic schools think of Hogwarts?

One thing can make them laugh for a hundred years!

"Why do you want to drop out of school? Is it because someone bullied you on the train? The professor makes the decision for you."

McGonagall tried to be kind and asked the little wizard gently.

As the vice principal of the school, she must not let such a shameful thing happen and must appease these little wizards.

You say something to a few people, and I say something to you.

The words were very scattered, and it took McGonagall a long time to figure out what they meant.

"So, you are preparing to drop out of school because the sorting ceremony may be dangerous and you don't know how to do magic spells?"

All the little wizards nodded vigorously.

In an instant, McGonagall's face turned red: "Who is spreading rumors here, saying that the sorting ceremony is dangerous? It's nonsense!"

Swish, swish, swish!

Suddenly, everyone's eyes turned to Wayne standing in the middle.

McGonagall naturally noticed it and said angrily: "Mr. Lawrence, are you the one who is intimidating other students?"

"Professor McGonagall, I didn't threaten them." Wayne pretended to be very innocent, even a little aggrieved and said:

"I just want to tell you what to expect during the sorting ceremony so that you can prepare in advance. What's wrong with that?"

"Then you can't talk nonsense. Trolls and ghouls are out."

"If it hadn't been for the sorting process, I would have deducted twenty points from your academy!"

Wayne was even more unhappy: "I'm not making this up, my senior told me."

"Which senior?" Professor McGonagall asked.

Wayne said without thinking: "George Weasley, Fred Weasley, and Cedric Diggory."

At this moment, Professor McGonagall was completely numb.

Twins, you deserve to die!