Hogwarts: Please Graduate Soon

When Wayne took action, the professors present were not just watching.

After Professor McGonagall saw that Harry had been rescued, he immediately pointed his wand at the dementors, preparing to cast the Patronus Charm with Professor Flitwick next to him to drive away the dementors.

But at this moment, a dragon roar that penetrated the sky and the earth interrupted their spellcasting.

It also shocked the panicked students.

The fear gradually disappeared, and everyone's eyes couldn't help but turn to the Hufflepuff stand.

There, Wayne's black hair was flying, and his whole body was surrounded by bright silver-white light. These white lights gathered in a short period of time and shot into the sky!

Everyone's eyes were attracted. Looking at the finally formed creature, the shock in their hearts could not be expressed in words.

Just looking at the head, there is no doubt that it is a dragon.

But the body is not as bloated as the fire dragon. Instead, it is slender and graceful, and the four short dragon claws are full of the beauty of power.

The most attractive thing is that there are countless stars twinkling in the body of this strange giant dragon, as if seeing a small universe, which is dazzling.

"Appeared! Wayne's Patronus!"

Ronald shouted excitedly, and just as excited as him was Malfoy who was hiding.

It was this weird-looking patron saint who crushed the mysterious dark wizard in the Forbidden Forest. From that day on, Malfoy truly realized how powerful Wayne was, and there was no trace of pure-blood arrogance in front of him.

"Go." Wayne's eyes flashed with coldness, "Have a good time."

"Groan!"

There was another dragon roar, and the huge body of the Guardian God of the Casting Star Dragon King moved, dragging the starlight, and rushed straight towards hundreds of dementors, and the sun claws were wiped out!

In an instant, dozens of dementors were crushed by one claw and turned into clouds of black smoke.

Seeing that their companions would turn into ashes in front of him, the remaining dementors became completely ferocious.

After leaving Azkaban and arriving near Hogwarts, the Dementors lost their stable source of food. After being hungry for so long, all their little sanity turned into appetite and madness.

The black wave rolled, and hundreds of Dementors covered the sky, making strange and piercing screams, and rushed towards the Dragon King.

The cold breath could even freeze the air. The dementor took off his hood, revealing a face without facial features. On it, there was only a dark hollow.

Snapped!

Another swipe of the divine dragon's tail, followed by more than a dozen Dementors, the Guardian God of the Casting Star Dragon King soared into the clouds and rode in the mist, his vigorous figure tossed and turned in the black wave, and every movement could take away a large number of Dementors.

Soon, a large group of dementors were dismantled to pieces, and they finally had the feeling of fear.

This is completely different from the patron saint in their memories. The patron saints they have encountered only made them instinctively disgusted and wanted to stay away.

But this one... is going to kill them!

The desire for life defeated hunger and anger, and the dementors began to flee in panic.

Luna stared with big eyes, not looking at the Star-casting Dragon King who was showing off his power to hunt down the Dementors, but looked at Wayne.

In her field of vision, the sun and stars appeared on the young man at the same time for the first time.

Luna suddenly had an urge to become a harasser and rushed to Wayne's side regardless of her own safety, just to feel the warmth of that moment.

At this time, the other Xiao Lius were completely immersed in the powerful wise ministers of the Dragon King of Casting Stars.

They can finally understand why Wayne can make such a powerful item as the Patronus Brooch.

Just this patron saint who kills dementors like ants, even if he has only a trace of power, is enough to protect them.

"Mr. Lawrence! Stop it!"

"That's enough!"

Professor McGonagall put her wand against her throat and her voice spread throughout the room.

After a brief shock, when she saw the dementors dying in droves, she knew she could not go on like this. It would be a big trouble if too many dementors died, so she quickly spoke up to stop them.

In just a short moment, the number of dementors that was once a sea became much less numerous.

"I know." Wayne replied calmly, but raised his finger.

The Guardian God of the Casting Star Dragon King once again stretched out his dragon claws, and the powerful suction force exploded. The galaxy surged and turned into a black hole between his fingers, attracting more than ten nearby ones to the city temple and blasting them with ten palms.

Professor McGonagall's eyelids twitched fiercely.

Simply, after having done all this, the Guardian Saint of the Casting Star Dragon King finally stopped chasing the Dementors, let out a dragon roar, rushed into the dark sky, shattered the dark clouds and completely dissipated.

The little wizards raised their heads, bathing in the sunlight that was falling again, as if they were in a dream.

"The dementors were driven away by Wayne""!"

I don't know who gave the first cheer, and then the stadium turned into a sea of ​​joy, and everyone was shouting Wayne's name.

"Wayne, you're great!" Astoria approached the balcony and threw herself into Wayne's arms, her face flushed.

If there weren't so many people around, she would probably have made more progress.

"Godfather, teach me the patron saint!"

Cedric looked at the sky, as if recalling the heroic appearance of the Star Dragon King's patron saint just now.

So handsome!

"Let's talk about it when we get back." Wayne patted Astoria on the back and moved her away.

"Let's go see how Harry is doing first."

Wayne walked down from the audience stage and came to the arena. Professor McGonagall also rushed over to check on Harry's condition.

After checking that he was still breathing, he felt relieved.

If you are still angry, Madam Pomfrey will heal you.

At the back of the crowd, after hearing Professor McGonagall's judgment, Malfoy curled his lips in disdain and walked away with his broom.

Looking at the hand that was still holding the Golden Snitch tightly, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth for a moment, and then looked at Wayne.

"Mr. Lawrence, didn't I just tell you to stop?"

"I'm sorry, Professor." Wayne showed a sad expression: "I saw Harry almost falling to death, and I couldn't suppress the anger in my heart. In my heart, Harry is my half-brother with a different father and mother."

"Those dementors didn't hurt Harry enough, but they also want to attack my friends. How can I bear it?"

Seeing Wayne's true feelings revealed, not only Professor McGonagall, but also the other junior teachers were greatly moved.

"Professor, please stop blaming Wayne!"

"Yes, he also wanted to save us."

"The dementors are dead. I will write a letter to complain to the Ministry of Magic now."

"Yes, let's go together. I have a shouting envelope. Which of you wants it? It's free!"

"Give me a dozen!"

Everyone was pleading for Wayne, but then the situation changed and it turned into a discussion about how to file a complaint against the Ministry of Magic.

Everyone has rich experience in this regard.

Professor McGonagall didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said loudly: "Who said I am blaming Mr. Lawrence? I just hope that he will not be so impulsive next time."

"Hufflepuff adds 100 points. Okay, everyone, let's disperse. I'm going to send Potter to the infirmary now!"

"Mr. Lawrence, follow me."

The crowd dispersed, and Professor McGonagall controlled Harry to float up. Wood and other Quidditch players also wanted to follow, but she sent them away.

Infirmary on the second floor.

Madam Pomfrey started complaining when she saw the unconscious Harry.

"I have long said that Quidditch is a dangerous sport and should be banned. Why can't we use this time to learn some medical knowledge?"

"Poppy." Professor McGonagall, an avid Quidditch fan, said with some displeasure: "It's not Quidditch's fault. Dementors suddenly broke into the school. Potter was influenced by them."

"Those disgusting guys?" Madam Pomfrey looked at her with disgust, "The biggest mistake Dumbledore made this year was letting dementors stationed around the school."

Professor McGonagall nodded discreetly, agreeing with her words in his heart.

With that said, Pomfrey took out a bottle of pitch black potion and poured it into Harry's mouth. Just smelling the smell made Wayne cover his nose.

Too over the top.

However, the effect was obvious. Harry coughed twice and woke up.

Wayne strongly suspected that he woke up because of the smell.

"It's nothing serious, just excessive mental wear and tear. I can be discharged from the hospital after just two days of sleep."

"Don't stay too long either, what he needs now is rest.

After saying that, Madam Pomfrey left, and Harry took this time to figure out where he was.

"Professor, have we won?" The first thing he said was that he was concerned about winning or losing the game.

Professor McGonagall pointed to the hand he was still holding tightly: "The Golden Snitch is still in your hands, so of course you won.

She showed a slight smile: "Two hundred and eighty to twenty, it is a big victory."

"Great." Harry's pale face also gained a trace of blood, "Those dementors...why did they suddenly appear?"

"Because they are hungry." When the Dementors were mentioned, Professor McGonagall got angry: "Dementors feed on happy emotions, and the atmosphere of the stadium is too good, so they came.

After saying that, she looked at Harry seriously: "Potter, although I really hope Gryffindor wins, this time is too dangerous. If Mr. Lawrence hadn't caught you and expelled the dementors, no one can imagine the consequences."

She feels scared now when she thinks about it.

There are hundreds of Dementors. Even with the Patronus Charm, there are still so many little wizards on the field. The scope is too wide, and it is easy for mistakes to occur.

"From now on, just run as far as you can from the dementors, got it?" Professor McGonagall warned again before taking Wayne away.

Looking at their backs, Harry's excitement fell to the bottom.

It's the Dementors again....

Is this monster his nemesis?

He's done it twice.

Outside, Professor McGonagall brought Wayne to the office.

"Lawrence, thank you for today." McGonagall thanked him again: "We must ask the Ministry of Magic to give an explanation this time. Do you have any suggestions?"

"Professor." Wayne lowered his head and thought for a while, "I think this should involve Principal Dumbledore, right?"

He showed a scared expression, "After all, more than a hundred dementors have died, and I'm afraid that the Ministry of Magic will cause trouble for me.

"You should be able to contact him by writing, right?"

"That's right." Professor McGonagall nodded affirmatively [and felt that what Weiss said made sense. 【013703421 Feilu 220272220】

Speaking of Dumbledore, she was furious.

Although I know that Dumbledore has not returned to school for so long, there must be something very important.

But you are the principal.

Aren’t students’ safety and education the most important thing?

She didn't want to disturb Dumbledore, but she also made up her mind: "I will write to him now, and we won't care."

Wayne was shocked: "You write first, I have something to give to the principal, can you help me take it there?"

Professor McGonagall did not refuse.

Wayne ran out quickly, returned to the dormitory, picked up his things and returned to Professor McGonagall's office.

"What is this?" McGonagall looked at the small box he got back curiously.

"A little gift." Wayne smiled shyly: "The principal must be working hard outside. After using this, he can be refreshed and his face turns red.

Run.

"You're interested." McGonagall nodded happily.

What a good boy.

She tied Wayne's 'gift' to the owl's feet and watched it fly away.

St. Mungo's Hospital of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Fifth floor, Magic Damage Department.

Dumbledore sat beside the bed, chatting with the patient on the bed.

But the patient talked nonsense, and the two chatted for a long time, and Dumbledore didn't get any useful information.

This man's name is Charles, who was once an Auror and investigated a case in his early years.

Hepzibah Smith's house elf poisoned her master. It was originally a normal house elf rebellion, but Dumbledore tracked down Tom.

, keenly aware of the abnormality.

Unfortunately, the case was so long ago that the Auror responsible for the investigation, Charles, had already developed dementia. Even Dumbledore, a master of memory, could hardly recall the original incident.

Original.

I can only collect useful information bit by bit.

After a while, Charles fell asleep, and Dumbledore reluctantly got up and went to the next ward to visit a patient couple.

Seeing Dumbledore appear, the middle-aged couple in the ward smiled honestly, and the woman stretched out a hand with a candy wrapper on it.

Dumbledore's heart tugged.

Frank Longbottom, Alice Longbottom.

These two people are Neville's parents. They were also Aurors and the first generation members of the Order of the Phoenix.

They were heroes who fell before dawn. After Voldemort disappeared, the Longbottoms were captured by Death Eaters. Several Death Eaters tortured them inhumanely, and finally they were completely

crazy.

Neville witnessed this scene when he was a child. In order to prevent him from retaining these cruel memories, his grandmother cast a forgetting spell on him.

Perhaps it was because of poor skills, or perhaps because children's brains are inherently fragile, and Neville's forgetful sequelae were left behind at that time.

Dumbledore (who didn't speak, just spoke) was sitting between the Longbottoms and passed a few candy wrappers.

Life is too hard, so you can only comfort yourself by eating more sweets.

At this moment, an owl suddenly flew into the window and landed next to him.

Dumbledore frowned and took off the envelope and the small lamp.

He first opened the letter and read it word for word. Soon, his face turned extremely ugly, and his snow-white beard moved without any wind.

A fire of anger brewed in his chest.

Dementors actually dared to break into the campus in groups and almost killed Harry?!

The Longbottoms felt the change in the old man's momentum and looked at him in horror.

"I'm sorry, I scared you, Frank." Dumbledore looked apologetic and walked out of the ward quickly.

He read the letter again, and his anger subsided a little until he was sure that Harry and the students were okay.

Then he opened the small box.

Inside was a metal plate. Dumbledore immediately recognized it as an alchemy tool and found a way to activate it.

A voice came out.

[Don’t worry too much. Dementors will not enter the school. As long as you abide by the school rules, there will be no changes in your life. 】

After listening, Dumbledore seemed to have been pressed on the freeze button, and his body remained motionless.

But his breathing became heavier and heavier.

This sentence was said by him at the opening dinner.

The metal plate repeated over and over again.

Every time he listened to it, Dumbledore felt like he had been slapped in the face.

The whole person became 'rosy'.

"Fox!"

Orange fire suddenly appeared, Fawkes flew out and landed on Dumbledore's shoulder.

The next second, one person and one bird disappeared into the corridor of St. Mungo's Hospital.

After so many years, even when he learned that Tom was resurrected and Voldemort was split into two, he had never been as angry as he was today.

Did the Ministry of Magic really not take him seriously as the Headmaster?

Today, he will ask Fudge for an explanation!