Hogwarts: Please Graduate Soon

It can be said that Wayne is quite familiar with Hogsmeade.

He came many times last year and Qiu, so today, he can use his rich experience to serve Hermione well.

Speaking of Qiu, she went with Marietta today and did not disturb Wayne and Hermione's date. However, last night, Wayne suffered an old sin on his waist and was pinched to the point of ecstasy.

There are three favorite shops among students in Hogsmeade - the Three Broomsticks, Zuko's Joke Shop, and the last one, the Honeybee Candy Shop.

In the morning, many students skipped breakfast in order to have a good stomach before coming to Hogsmeade, so the candy shop was the first to be full, because the Three Broomsticks hadn't opened yet at this time.

Looking at the long queue at the door, Hermione was a little worried: "How about we come back later, queuing will waste a lot of time."

"No, you come with me." Wayne pulled her around the long queue and came to the door of the store.

"Lawrence, I haven't seen you for a long time." The clerk who maintained order smiled after seeing him, "Come in quickly, there are a lot of new goods in the store."

"Well, do you still have the super sour popping candy?"

"It's reserved just for you."

"Thanks, Jinas."

Wayne waved his hand and led the little witch into the store.

Several students at the front of the queue quit, "Why can Lawrence not have to queue!"

Wayne had enough privileges at school. He didn't have to do homework for many subjects. He didn't even have to attend classes as long as he had to ensure his grades. How could he go to a candy store without queuing up?

This world is so unfair!

The clerk showed a standard professional smile: "If anyone can spend three hundred galleons in the store a year, you can also get the privilege of not having to queue.

At this moment, the little wizards who heard her words were all dumbfounded.

"Three, three hundred galleons of candy? How much can you buy?"

"Lawrence doesn't have a person growing on the candy, does he?"

"No wonder." A girl's face turned red: "I just said, why do I feel so sweet when I see Lawrence..."

In the candy house, Hermione asked the same question.

When she learned that Wayne had bought more than three hundred galleons of candy in a year, she was completely stunned.

"Don't you like desserts? Why did you buy so many? How are your teeth?"

"You don't know if my teeth are good or not." Wayne winked, and the little witch blushed and pinched him.

"Don't make trouble, let's get down to business."

"Those candies are not what I want to eat." Wayne spread his hands and grabbed a large box of chocolate frogs and put them in the cart. "I was able to come out last semester only because of Professor Dumbledore. I bought three candies. Two-thirds of it went into his stomach."

"The rest will be divided with you, and some will be given to other students, so there won't be much left."

"I eat so much candy when I'm over a hundred years old." Hermione muttered, "The headmaster has really good teeth."

Perhaps because her father is a dentist, Hermione is particularly sensitive to dental health issues. She rarely eats sweets. She only eats them when reviewing and doing homework, which can improve her efficiency a lot.

Lao Deng is no longer in school, and Wayne doesn't need to buy his share. He just bought some to take back to Astoria and stopped.

After coming out of the candy store, the two went to Hermione's favorite stationery store.

Compared to the bustling Bee Duke, the business of Wenrenju Quill Shop can be described as bleak.

The boss was also looking gloomy. When the two of them entered, they heard him whispering curses at the Ministry of Magic, Dementors, and the damn fugitive Black.

What Hermione wants to buy is a special notebook that can set highlighted areas and extract sections of notes and insert them into other pages, which is very convenient.

Such a high-end notebook is not cheap, with a price of up to one galleons.

Wayne could actually do it, but after some research he found that the steps were quite cumbersome and not very profitable, so he gave up on the plan.

The little witch bought five books at once, which was enough for her to last a whole school year.

At noon, the two came to Mrs. Puddifu's teahouse.

The boss lady would definitely remember a handsome little wizard like Wayne, but when she saw that the girl next to him was not the same one as before, her eyes changed.

It's like looking at...a scumbag.

Hermione covered her mouth and snickered, letting Wayne pull her to the seat in the corner.

Entering a specific area, people will be unconsciously affected by the environment. After arriving at the teahouse, Hermione suddenly became much more ladylike and spoke softly.

"What do you want to eat?" Wayne asked as he opened the menu.

"Just the steak, and a cup of mint tea."

"Well, let's add a piece of cheesecake." Wayne made the decision for her, "That's almost it."

Hermione nodded obediently.

Soon, their dishes arrived.

The two of them are not the kind of couple who just went on a few dates, so there is no awkward chat.

Except for the accelerated heartbeat, everything was as usual.

Unconsciously, the two of them started talking about the game developed by Wayne.

"You said you were going to develop a game since last semester, but it hasn't been completed yet."

"Isn't this more complicated?" Wayne Xiaoxiong spread his hands: "This is not an ordinary game. There are too many technologies involved. I even regret doing the research, but I have put in so much effort, so I can only bite the bullet. Finish.

"What kind of game is it?" Wayne said so hard that Hermione became more and more curious, but the boy insisted on keeping it secret and refused to reveal any information.

In the end, she only knew.

At the earliest, this game can be developed during Christmas.

After eating, the two walked out of the teahouse. Hermione was going to buy tools for caring for her broomstick, and then go to the Shrieking Shack.

But halfway through, they heard two cries for help.

"Wayne, help!"

Norman and Toby were running in their direction, followed by a huge black dog chasing them.

"Help Wayne!"

"Damn, what a big dog." Wayne exclaimed subconsciously.

"Don't be surprised, hurry up and save Sherlock and the others." Hermione was also startled.

This dog is half as tall as her, and if it wasn't too thin, it would look even more terrifying.

"Petrificus-Totalus!"

A beam of red magic power accurately hit the black dog. His moving limbs stopped and he fell to the ground with a plop.

Norman and Toby ran to Wayne's side panting.

"It's great, I'm finally saved."

Norman said out of breath: "I'm exhausted."

"Where did this dog come from?" Wayne asked, looking at the black dog whose eyes could only move.

"The Screaming Shack." Toby shook his head: "We went there to explore and found it.

"Then why is it chasing you?" Wayne asked curiously.

Toby scratched his head in embarrassment: "Me, Norman and I wanted to watch the dog pee, but somehow we got it offended. This dog has become a sperm. It's terrible!"

Wayne: “…”

He finally discovered that these two roommates were masters at committing suicide.

"Come on Wayne, the magic will fail after a while, and it will be time to chase us again." Norman urged.

"Don't worry, I think this dog is quite thin and can't beat me."

Norman pulled him desperately: "The black dog represents ominousness. We have been chased out of the street, so don't mess with it."

"How could it be?" Wayne shook his head: "If the black dog represented bad luck, Professor Snape would have been cold by now, so you should step back.

Wayne rummaged through his pockets and took out a bag of snacks prepared for him by Gardevoir, which included beef jerky, fried chicken nuggets, toast, chocolate, etc.

The considerate Gardevoir was afraid that Wayne would be hungry during class, so he prepared a lot of food.

Under the scared looks of several people, Wayne lifted the petrification spell.

The moment it resumed action, the black dog immediately made a vigilant posture, raising its tail high, but saw that the water in the meat strips in the young man's hand was flowing to the ground.

"Want to eat? Just bark twice if you want to eat."

after a moment of silence

"Woof woof!"

"You're so good." Wayne threw a piece of beef jerky over, and the black dog opened his big mouth to catch it and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Sit down." Wayne put his hands down.

"Get a roll."

"Backflip, continuous backflips, get the plate back."

Each order gave him a piece of beef jerky or chicken nuggets. In the end, under the stunned gazes of Hermione and others, the black dog performed a round of dog-catching mice and defrauded Wayne of the last piece of meat.

"Awesome." The boy wanted to reach out and touch him, but when he saw the dusty dog ​​hair on his body, he retracted his hand.

"This, this dog is really a sperm." Hermione swallowed, "Can he understand what you are saying?"

"Maybe it's someone's abandoned dog. It looks like it's been trained." Wayne clapped his hands and said nonchalantly.

Norman and Toby looked at each other, and finally Toby stepped forward bravely, "Wayne, do you have any extra food?"

"Only the bread and chocolate are left. Here." Wayne handed the bag over.

Toby thanked him, took out a piece of bread, stretched it out, and said expectantly: "Perform a peeing show?"

The black dog stopped, swallowed the meat in his mouth, and stared directly at Toby.

Suddenly the black dog jumped, scaring Toby so much that he backed away.

The leaping black dog took the bag in his hand and ran towards the distance without looking back, and soon disappeared.

"Why is this!" Toby was about to cry without tears.

Wayne twitched his lips.

That's a pocket that's cast a traceless stretching spell...

Forget it, just ask him to get it back later.

Because of this incident, Wayne and Hermione were delayed a lot of time, but after Toby and Norman finished talking about the situation in the Shrieking Shack, Hermione suddenly lost interest in it.

There are no ghosts or ghosts inside, just a dilapidated house.

...***.....

So after the two bought the broom care tools, they went directly to the Pig Head Bar.

Aberforth was very happy after seeing Wayne, and his first words made Hermione shudder on the outside and tender on the inside.

"Is my brother finally dead? I heard that he hasn't appeared in school for a long time."

"You should know better than me." Wayne smiled and sat on the bar and said, "If the principal is really dead, then someone should be looking for you to inherit his treasury now, right?"

Aberforth snorted: "A bunch of dementors are surrounding the school, but he, the principal, is missing.

"Damn wanted criminal, I haven't done a single business in the past two months!"

This was probably the real reason why Aberforth was angry.

Most of the people who frequent the Pig Head Bar are strange wizards and even dark wizards, doing all kinds of shady things here.

Now that the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic and the dementors from Azkaban are gathered in Hogsmeade, how can any dark wizard dare to come here to make deals.

Afraid

It's not a straight walk to Azkaban.

Aberforth hadn't even sold a bottle of wine in the past few days, so he was on the verge of closing the shop.

Placing the fish and chips in front of the two of them, Aberforth also sat at the bar and asked curiously: "Where did he go?"

"I didn't show up to school for two months. This has never happened before."

Hermione also looked at Wayne. Many students noticed Dumbledore's disappearance, but no one paid too much attention to it, thinking that the principal was just busy.

"It has something to do with Voldemort." Wayne looked at it and said, "Where's the ketchup? How can I eat French fries without sauce?"

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"Damn American habits." Aberforth muttered, but still took out the sauce for Wayne.

"Has he found any clues about the Dark Lord?"

"There are many clues. I don't know which one the principal is following."

He hasn't gotten any news from Dumbledore recently, and he only learned about it last time when Crouch said he was going to Azkaban.

He should be following clues to the Horcrux.

It's also quite good. As people get older, they need to be more active. It's easy to get sick from being in school every day.

Hermione and Wayne didn't stay in the Hog's Head for too long, they just chatted with Aberforth until the stipulated time.

Except for Snape, the other three deans came. After counting the number of people and making sure that no little wizard was left behind, they took everyone back to the castle.

The students had a great time this time. Many of them were carrying packages, which made Wayne feel heartbroken.

He should make the money...

When they came back, Harry had just finished tutoring Snape.

"Here." Hermione gave him some candies and chocolates, "Wayne asked me to bring this to you. How was your day, Harry?"

"It's terrible." Harry hugged the candy helplessly, "I had a whole day of Potions class."

"Except for me, the rest are all Slytherins, and Snape found various reasons to deduct twenty credits from me.

Hermione frowned, she was used to Harry being deducted points by Snape.

"Think on the bright side, is this extra tutoring from the professor?"

"Your final grade will definitely not be too bad."

Harry looked at her: "Your way of comforting people is becoming more and more like Wayne's."

It was both reasonable and heart-wrenching, and he didn't know what kind of expression to use to match it.

Hermione's pretty face turned red, and she changed the subject: "Don't eat sweets now, the dinner party is about to begin, so keep your stomach tight."

After saying that, Hermione took the bag and returned to the dormitory.

After a simple repair, the little wizards walked out of the lounge and came to the rearranged auditorium.

There are hundreds of jack-o-lanterns floating in the sky, and a large group of live bats flying around. The ghosts shuttle between the long tables. This is their festival.

The food tonight was much richer than usual. Cedric suddenly stopped in the middle of eating and looked at Wayne next to him.

"Why is your food different from ours?"

"A house elf made it just for me. Do you want some layers?"

As he spoke, Wayne placed large pieces of meat on his plate.

Cedric ate ​​it and immediately made a hissing sound: "It's so spicy, where's the water?"

After drinking a large glass of lemonade, I felt relieved.

"It tastes good, but it's too spicy. Which house elf made it?"

"You'll know when you become the principal." Wayne took a sip of borscht and looked at the guest of honor seat.

Lupine and Flitwick were chatting enthusiastically, both of them laughing non-stop, completely unaware of Snape's frequent glances that could kill people.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout both had red wine in front of them, and they clinked glasses from time to time, chatting happily.

Wayne finally looked at Trelawney.

Last Halloween, she made a real prediction.

So will this year continue the tradition and continue to perform superbly?