Hogwarts: Please Graduate Soon

Frankly speaking, Snape was very sincere.

As a young potion master, the potions he carefully refines are also being snatched up by the outside world, and the quality and level are absolutely guaranteed.

But Wayne wanted more.

"Professor, what do you think of my potion talent?"

Snape nodded slightly and said with a hint of disdain: "I can barely see it, which is much better than those idiots."

This sentence came from Snape's mouth, which was already a great comment.

He had recently tried every means to find fault with Wayne, but he had never made any mistakes in refining the potion because Wayne followed the production process he left behind every step of the way.

Even if there are deviations from the content in the book, Wayne does not hesitate to use the process he teaches.

Unlike some idiots who regard the contents of the book as truth.

Wayne wasn't angry either, his potion talent was A+, and Snape was definitely S or even +.

Even Voldemort relied on him to refine some potions, which showed how high his level was.

Wayne smiled and stood a little further away. He was afraid that a few drops of oil would fall from Snape's hair.

"Professor, I have learned all the content in the class recently. Even the first and second grade textbooks are not difficult. I feel that my talent is a bit wasted.

"You want tutoring?" Snape subconsciously wanted to refuse.

He is extremely busy in class every day. There are ten classes in grade one to five. After passing the OLWs exam, potions become elective, so there are only two classes in grade six and seven.

In addition, he had to help Dumbledore keep an eye on Quirrell, so he had very little personal time.

But he really wanted those materials.

Especially Phoenix Tears, used alone, is already the top healing medicine, and its effect far exceeds that of Bai Xian Essence.

Then pass through his hands and refine it into a magic potion, which can save you as long as you have a breath.

He once asked Dumbledore for some, but the phoenix refused to cry. What could he do?

"First show me the materials you collected."

Snape finally couldn't resist the temptation and wanted to see the goods before making a decision.

Wayne was already prepared. He reached into his pants pocket and fiddled with it for a while, and pulled out a dragon skin bag.

Snape gave him a deep look.

The Traceless Stretching Spell is not a difficult spell, but it is still relatively difficult for outstanding students who are about to graduate.

He mastered 637 in the third grade.

But Wayne has only been in school for less than a month.

Wayne poured out the contents of the dragon skin bag.

A few feathers, a delicate crystal bottle filled with some liquid, and a transparent jar filled with feces.

Picking up the feather and feeling the abundant magic and slightly hot feel on it, Snape smiled with satisfaction.

But when he saw the liquid in the crystal bottle, he was dissatisfied.

"Why so little?"

The corner of Wayne's mouth twitched: "Professor, this is a lot. All I collected this week is here, and I haven't left any for myself. How much more do you want?"

Snape asked tentatively: "A pint?"

Wayne rolled his eyes: "Kill me, a pint of Phoenix tears, these are tears, not saliva!"

Snape also felt that he was going too far, so he changed his mind and said, "Give me another bottle of this much, and I can tutor you for a month."

"No, one year."

"One year?" Snape sneered: "How dare you say that? Do you know how much it costs for those potion companies to hire me to instruct their pharmacists?"

"How much does it cost to buy the tears of a phoenix?"

"Two months, two months at most."

"Until Easter."

After a lot of bargaining, we finally decided on a time before Christmas, where Wayne would come to Snape for lessons every Tuesday night.

And Wayne also needs to give him two more bottles of the same amount of Phoenix Tears.

Having achieved his goal, Wayne left happily.

For Neville and Harry, Snape was definitely not a good teacher. All kinds of verbal humiliation and bad relationships made them unable to listen to the class at all.

But Wayne wasn't afraid of this. Every time Snape pointed out his problem, it was the most critical point, which was extremely efficient.

The time before Christmas was enough for him to learn a lot.

The only regret is that my potion talent is a bit low.

A+ talent is indeed enough, but Wayne, who has experienced SS-level talent learning spells and various white magic efficiency, knows that the gap is too big.

"System, open the panel."

Without looking at other attributes, Wayne directly scrolled to the bottom.

【Points: 6508】

Wayne sighed.

Thanks to the big guys in Slytherin, without them, it would have been impossible for my points to grow so fast.

At least half of them are the points earned by those Sly (adad) Tlin little wizards who bought the map.

Oh, by the way, Snape deducted several points from him recently and made a great contribution.

The rest were obtained by Wayne himself who usually violated school rules and made mischief.

Quirrell took up most of this part, and now Defense Against the Dark Arts has become Wayne's favorite class, no one.

If nothing else, the more than one hundred points for each class were enough to make him laugh out loud.

I used all my points in the evening, hoping to get something good.

Previously, Wayne was planning to buy a bottle of Felixir and drink it before drawing a lottery, but the system also prompted him.

It is not affected by any external force and relies purely on the host's own luck.

Wayne gave up the idea.

Wayne had already wasted a lot of time because of bargaining with Snape, so he simply didn't go back to the common room and went directly to the Great Hall to eat.

Then I saw Harry and Malfoy standing at the door like the two door gods without going in, looking at each other affectionately from a distance of two meters.

Ronald also glared at Malfoy's two followers fiercely.

The intense collisions can spark sparks.

"What are you doing?"

Wayne asked curiously, and then a few people came back to their senses.

"It's nothing, Lawrence." Malfoy nodded to Wayne, no longer stalemate with Harry, and whispered in his ear before leaving:

"Don't be so scared that you wet your pants and don't dare to come."

Although he felt that his voice was very low, Wayne could still hear it clearly with his hearing, and his heart moved.

Is this a duel?

Oh no, it wasn't a duel. Wayne remembered that Malfoy had tricked Harry and the others, so he didn't go and told Filch instead.

"Wayne, Malfoy actually said hello to you?" Harry also retracted his gaze from Malfoy's leaving back and looked at Wayne in surprise.

Not only him, but Ronald also complained:

"Malfoy's eyes are in his nostrils. He can't see anyone except pure blood. Could it be that his eyes fell out today?"

"Maybe because you bought my map, it would be nice to say hello." Wayne waved his hand:

"What were you talking about just now? We almost got into a fight."

"nothing!"

Ronald Harry said in unison, looked at each other, and Harry quickly added:

"He just laughed at my scar again, and I said something back. You know, Malfoy is too arrogant.

"Okay, I'm going to eat first." Wayne nodded nonchalantly, said hello and left.

Don't care about these trivial matters.

If Harry took the initiative to say it, Wayne might even mention it and tell them that Malfoy might be playing tricks and they should be careful if they go.

But if you don't say it, you can only ask for blessings.

The auditorium is very lively. Tomorrow is the first open day of Hogwarts this semester. Young wizards in third grade and above can go to Hogsmeade for a day.

It is also the only village in the UK that is composed entirely of wizards. Although it is not as lively as Diagon Alley, it is also unique.

Especially the proprietress of the Three Broomsticks. Many little wizards go there and order a glass of butterbeer and watch it all day long.

"Wayne, you're here. Is there anything you need me to bring you tomorrow?"

Seeing Wayne coming to eat, Cedric asked aloud.

"Buy me some ink and products from Zuko's Joke Shop." Wayne whispered.

The props for Zuko's Joke Shop are all on Filch's list, and this should not be publicized loudly.

Cedric naturally understood, and his voice was also low: "What do you want, go back and make a list for me."

"No, just buy two of the same."

"So many?" Cedric was surprised: 'Are you trying to trick Filch to death?

"I used it for research. You thought I was Fred and George."

Wayne rolled his eyes, tapped his wand on the table and whispered:

"I need a cup of black tea."

call out!

A steaming cup of black tea appeared in front of him.

The products in Zuko's Joke Shop are partly magic potions and partly alchemy props, and Wayne can also learn a lot.

"I'll try my best." Cedric rubbed his hands. He was afraid of being seen after buying so many things.

"How are you doing with your spell learning?"

"It's almost done, I've mastered it roughly.

"I'll teach you how to make maps that Sunday."

"OK."

While eating and chatting with Cedric, he saw Hermione sitting on the long table of Gryffindor holding a pile of books. Wayne went to find her after eating.

"I'm going to Hagrid's place for afternoon tea tomorrow. Do you want to go?"

Hermione tilted her head and thought about it.

She could finish her homework in the morning. She originally wanted to go to the library with Wayne in the afternoon, and drinking tea was not a problem.

So the little witch nodded: "Okay, what time should we go?"

Wayne said: "Let's go to two o'clock. You do your homework in the morning and I'll go there after copying it at noon."

Hermione slapped him angrily: "I won't lend it to you, I will do my own homework."

"Oh, you should also learn the armor spell yourself."

Wayne said nonchalantly, but Hermione became anxious.

"How can you go back on your word? Didn't everyone agree yesterday."

Hermione knew that Wayne had many spells, and after grinding for several days, she finally took out some useful information from him.

He actually wants to regret it?

Seeing the little witch's anxious look, Wayne also teased her with a wicked smile: "I revoked my consent, can't I?"

"no!"

"I won't teach anymore, I won't teach anymore, unless you give me the homework to copy." Wayne started to act rogue.

Hermione gritted her teeth angrily, but there was nothing she could do to him, so she finally gave in angrily.

If it were anyone else, Hermione would not hand in her homework if she would rather not learn new spells.

But Wayne, anyway, he knows everything the teacher taught in class, so just copy it.

Satisfied with the benefits, Wayne left the Gryffindor table under Hermione's push.

Then went to Ravenclaw next door.

Since he called Hermione, Qiu couldn't be left behind.

But unfortunately, Qiu has to participate in Quidditch training in the afternoon.

Wayne looked surprised: "Tomorrow isn't Hogsmeade day, why are we still training?"

Qiu was also helpless: "The captain said that it would be enough for them to go play for one morning and come back for training in the afternoon.

"Then go ahead." Wayne looked at her pityingly, feeling

The thought of joining the Quidditch team became even more serious.

He was also busy breaking school rules, so he had no time to train.

Qiu said eagerly: "If there is anything delicious, remember to leave some for me."

Wayne smiled and nodded, but he was full of curses in his heart.

If Hagrid had something delicious to eat, he would rip off Quirrell's head and use it as a chamber pot for the troll.

"Ah sneeze!"

Quirrell, who was eating at the guest of honor, sneezed and smiled sheepishly at Professor Sprout next to him.

Flitwick said with concern: "Professor Quirrell, the weather has gotten colder recently, please take care of yourself."

Quirrell responded timidly, making Flitwick sigh inwardly.

Quirrell was not like this in the past. He came to Hogwarts as a professor at a young age and was considered an outstanding graduate.

But after teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts this year, it was like a different person.

He was stumbling when he spoke, and he was much less courageous.

No one can actually make Wayne cry.

Slytherin dormitory.

Malfoy was grouped with his two lackeys.

"Draco, are you really going to duel with Potter tonight?" Goyle asked.

Malfoy said fiercely: "Go and see if I don't teach you a lesson!"

Crabbe scratched his head in confusion: "But didn't you say before that you were going to complain to Filch and deduct points from Gryffindor?"

"You're stupid!" Malfoy patted Crabbe on the head:

"Now Gryffindor only has a dozen points in total, so what's the use of deducting a few points.

"Besides." Malfoy raised his chin: "I am the heir of the Malfoy family. Since I proposed a duel, it doesn't matter if I don't go."

"This is unbecoming of an aristocrat!"

"How can a bastard who grew up in a Muggle family be my opponent?"

He talked a lot, but the two of them didn't understand. They just asked him who he planned to take as his assistant.

In the end, Malfoy chose the stronger Crabbe to go with him.

You won't suffer any loss in close combat.

Wayne didn't know that Malfoy had also changed because of his deception.

The traitorous temperament is still there, but when it comes to the so-called family honor, it's like a different person.

The original idea of ​​tricking Harry also disappeared. This time the two of them wanted to have a real fight.

But even if he knew, it was just for fun.

After chatting with Qiu for a while, Wayne saw Qiu's friend looking for him, said hello and returned to the common room.

Toby and Norman were playing wizard chess with the Iron Hat King, and the dormitory was empty.

Wayne went to the bathroom to take a shower, and washed his face three times until it was no longer white, and then he clicked on the lottery page of the system.

"System, lottery, let's try our luck with ten games in a row."

I just found out that Feilu’s listing rules have changed. It’s 10,000 words earlier than before. It’s a bit sudden and I haven’t saved enough manuscripts. But I will try to update another chapter soon. Please help me here.

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