Hogwarts: Please Graduate Soon

"A giant monster, cracking open in the underground classroom - I thought I should let you know.

After saying that, Quirrell fell to the floor and passed out.

The auditorium suddenly became chaotic. Wayne rolled his eyes, jumped on the chair and shouted:

"The troll is coming! Run!"

After yelling, he fell to the ground and accidentally stepped on the back of Quirrell's head.

"Fuck! Lawrence!"

Quirrell, who was pretending to be dazed, and Voldemort on the back of his head yelled at the same time.

Voldemort secretly gritted his teeth and suppressed his anger to remind himself.

Be patient!

Being stimulated by him, the auditorium became even more chaotic.

Many little wizards were running around like headless flies, and Dumbledore had to use his wand to fire off fireworks continuously before the house became quiet.

He glanced helplessly at Wayne, who was still standing on Quirrell's head, and said in a deep voice: "Prefect, lead the students from each college to the dormitory immediately.

Dumbledore's voice seemed to carry a strange power, and the chaotic situation was quickly ended.

The prefects stood up and ordered the little wizards to line up and walk out of the auditorium, with the first grade hanging at the back.

Only then did they realize that Quirrell had been stepped on countless times.

"Ah! Professor Quirrell!"

Looking at the almost deformed headscarf, Wayne shouted enthusiastically again:

"Professor Quirrell has fainted and his turban is dirty. Let's take him to the school doctor's office. Someone take off the turban!"

"No, no need!"

Quirrell, who had been pretending to be dead, endured the pain all over his body and climbed up, "I, I'm fine. Go back to the dormitory quickly. It's very dangerous here."

After saying that, he ignored the concerns of the little wizards around him and limped to keep up with the other teachers.

When leaving the auditorium, a little wizard was wondering: "How did the giant monster get into the school when it's so big?"

"I don't know, maybe it's from the Forbidden Forest?"

"Then why are you in the underground classroom? No one saw you along the way, right?"

Wayne was wondering about this too.

It's not surprising that Quirrell can get a giant monster, but how he brought it in is very confusing.

"Wayne!"

Hermione suddenly caught up with him from behind, grabbed him and ran in the opposite direction.

Next to her was Harry, both of whom looked very nervous: "Ronald is still in the bathroom, he doesn't know about the troll yet."

"what happened?"

Wayne was a little dizzy, why was this going against Tiangang?

Hermione was fine, Ronald was hiding in the toilet.

The three of them walked in the other direction. They quietly entered an empty side corridor and rushed towards the bathroom.

As they walked, Hermione explained the whole situation very remorsefully.

If she hadn't caused Ronald to make a fool of himself, Ronald wouldn't have been hiding all afternoon, afraid to see people, let alone be in danger.

"Okay, it's not all your fault."

"Ronald really needs to take care of his mouth." Wayne comforted him. This naughty kid actually dared to spread gossip about him.

Suddenly, he grabbed the two of them and hid behind a nearby statue.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps. It was Snape. He walked through the corridor, disappeared from the sight of several people, and hurried up the stairs.

"What is he doing?" Harry asked in a low voice, "That direction...is to the fourth floor. Where are the other professors?"

"Okay, don't think about it. Professors are free to do whatever they want. Let's go find Ronald.

Wayne urged, and the three of them got back on the road.

Turning a corner, Wayne immediately wrinkled his nose and his eyes became blurry.

This smell is so stinky!

It was even worse than the smelliest potion, and he seemed to be able to see a green breath floating in the air.

He was so frightened that he quickly turned off the motion sensing, and then he felt better.

Wayne finally discovered the shortcomings of dynamic perception.

One giant monster almost knocked him out. If more than a dozen of them came, he would just run away without taking action.

Hermione and Harry also covered their noses, and then they heard a low grunt and huge footsteps.

A behemoth, twelve feet tall, appeared from the other side and walked into the bathroom, followed by the screams of boys.

"It's Ronald!" Harry's expression changed and he immediately recognized his friend's voice and ran towards the bathroom.

Wayne raised his hand and Harry floated up, his short legs swinging wildly.

"You and Hermione stay here, don't cause trouble!" Wayne shouted and walked to the bathroom.

The door had been destroyed, and he directly saw the scene inside. Ronald was hiding in the corner. His wand had been broken into two sections and was casually discarded on the ground.

The giant monster approached step by step, holding the huge wooden stick high in its hand.

Wayne raised his palm slightly, and the wooden root in the troll's hand floated up and hit him on the head.

Click!

"Ho~々"!"

The stick shattered, and the giant roared, turning to look behind it.

Wayne was speechless.

Didn't it say that this thing will faint if it is hit with a stick?

How come nothing happened?

Phew!

Two faucets burst, and turbulent water spurted out. Under Wayne's control, it turned into a huge water mass, submerging the giant monster and floating in mid-air.

Hermione and Harry also arrived at this moment. They were so shocked that they couldn't speak when they saw the giant monster struggling in the water prison but unable to get rid of it.

"Ronald, Tianlai!"

Controlling the water prison with one hand, Wayne quickly cast a head-soaking spell on himself with the other hand. Wayne secretly cursed himself for being stupid, only then did he remember to use a spell to isolate the smell.

Hearing his reminder, Ronald finally recovered from his stupid state and staggered to Harry's side.

The clear water washed away the filth on the troll's body and soon turned turbid, making the smell of the bathroom even more unspeakable.

Except for Wayne, the three little ones held their noses tightly and looked at the bubbles on Wayne's head with envy, secretly vowing to learn this spell in the future.

After two or three minutes, the giant's struggle gradually became weaker, until it finally became motionless.

"Drown already?" Harry asked quietly.

"Let's soak for a while longer, be careful." Hermione gave cautious advice.

Wayne thought so too, so he kept the water prison.

The giant monster has rough skin and thick flesh, and is much more resistant to beatings than the Acromantula and Centaur. This is why he chose the water prison to torture the giant monster to death.

In addition, he felt that the troll was too dirty, and he wanted it to die cleanly.

I'm such a kind Hufflepuff.

Wayne was thinking happily, when suddenly there was a sound of loud footsteps in the corridor. Hermione and the three of them turned around. A moment later, Professor McGonagall rushed into the toilet, followed closely by Snape Quirrell.

"Oh my God!"

Professor McGonagall put his head in his hands: "What on earth are you doing?!"

A giant monster was sleeping peacefully in the water prison, and the three little wizards just looked at Wayne.

What a heaven-defying scene of riding a horse.

Snape's face was gloomy and he was limping. After seeing the water prison, his pupils shrank.

He casually glanced at Wayne, who was smiling and greeting Professor McGonagall.

Quirrell also came in. He only glanced at the troll and let out a weak sob. He sat on a toilet and clutched his clothes tightly to wipe away his tears.

"Professor Quirrell." Wayne reminded: "If you want to use the toilet, it's not very convenient here.

Quirrell, who was crying, hesitated.

Then he cried louder

"You can stop, Lawrence." Snape said solemnly: "Do you want to soak this giant monster's hair?"

Hearing this, Wayne dissipated the magic, and the giant monster hit the ground with a dull sound.

"I need an explanation! What the hell are you playing!"

Professor McGonagall glared at several people. Harry had never seen her look so angry.

Inexplicably, it overlapped with Hermione at that time.

"Needless to say..." Snape sneered and said: "In order to prove his strength, the genius Lawrence roped in his little girlfriend and two followers to cause trouble for the troll."

Hermione had never found herself so pleased with Snape.

Harry and Ronald were furious. Who is the follower? We are Wayne's friends!

Wayne didn't take it seriously, but still smiled: "Professor Snape, you are such a good person, but it's a pity that you have a mouth.

Snape's face grimaced.

"Professor McGonagall -" Hermione lowered her head and her voice was low: "This is all my fault, because I..."

"No!" Ronald interrupted: "They all came to find me. I was running around and ran into the troll. Fortunately, Wayne and the others saved me."

Professor McGonagall would naturally not believe this level of excuse.

There must be more hidden things inside.

But looking at Ronald's determined eyes, McGonagall pondered: "Mr. Weasley, you deduct five points from Gryffindor for your recklessness.

Snape let out a dissatisfied snort: "Professor McGonagall, here..."

Halfway through his words, he saw Wayne quietly raise a finger, and then Snape quickly made a three sign.

Wayne held out another finger. .

Snape changed his tone: "Most of them are students from your college, so I won't comment."

McGonagall looked at him in surprise. Just now she thought Snape thought this punishment was not harsh enough.

But since Snape had no objection, the punishment stopped there.

McGonagall really didn't want to add insult to the few points left in his academy.

"As for you Mr. Lawrence, for your bravery and kindness, Hufflepuff adds twenty points.

"Okay, let's go back to rest soon, right? The students are all over there still planning to have the Halloween dinner."

Wayne gave Snape a look and led Harry and the three of them out of the toilet.

Before leaving, Ronald felt distressed and took away the broken wand in two pieces, preparing to go back and wrap it up with magic tape.

Hermione kept holding Wayne's hand tightly, and the boy felt helpless and had no choice but to follow them to the Gryffindor Tower.

Halfway through, Hermione suddenly said: "Sorry, Ronald, I was too impulsive this afternoon. I apologize to you."

"You were the one who helped me overcome my mistake just now, thank you."

After saying that, he bowed formally to Ronald, which made Ronald feel at a loss.

"No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have said those harsh words. The spells you taught are all correct. It's me who cares about face too much."

"Oh yes, and Wayne must like you more than Ravenclaw's Qiu Chang."

Hermione blushed, and Wayne slapped Ronald on the head angrily.

"Shut up, why are you always gossiping about me?"

I had just witnessed Wayne suffocate the troll to death, and Ronald was slapped in the face. Ronald looked down on him.

"I was wrong, Wayne."

"Even if this matter is brought to an end, it will be written off from now on and no one will be allowed to mention it again."

Wayne cut through the mess quickly, and no one had any objections.

Glancing at the wand in Ronald's hand, Wayne asked, "What are you going to do about the wand?"

Ronald smiled bitterly: "Just use it, if I tell my mother, she will definitely send me a shouting letter.

Hermione was about to speak when she was stopped by Wayne.

"In this way, I will lend you the money first and you won't have to pay it back.

"But I will leave my astronomy homework and history of magic homework to you this semester, and this money will be used as payment. What do you think?"

Ronald nodded excitedly and agreed.

A wand started at seven galleons, and the homework for two subjects was not too much. He could finish it in the time it took to play a few games of wizard chess, and he had already made a lot of money.

"Thank you, Wayne!"

"You're welcome." The four of them continued walking towards the tower: "This is a fair deal."

Arriving in front of the Fat Lady's portrait, Ronald and Harry walked in first.

Hermione seemed to have something to say to Wayne and was left alone.

The little witch lowered her head and played with her fingers, and said stumblingly:

"Don't worry about what Ronald said about Qiu just now...you...don't worry, he is just talking nonsense."

Wayne smiled and rubbed her head: "I know, I'm only in the first grade and I haven't thought about those messy things at all."

"But is there really no problem between you and Qiu? You two haven't spoken for a long time."

In fact, he really wanted to shout that you are all my wings, and I will be a twelve-winged seraph from now on.

But after considering my age and physical development, it would be useless to yell.

"Of course not." Hermione defended awkwardly: "I'm just too busy recently."

"The day after tomorrow, I made an appointment with Qiu to go to the library together."

"That's good, I'll take you to a place then.

Wayne didn't care whether Hermione really made an appointment with Qiu in advance, or whether she was preparing to make up for it later.

As long as the two of them don't go too far and let him allocate too much energy to deal with it.

"Thank you for today." Hermione hugged Wayne.

The shower gel mixed with milky fragrance penetrated into the nose, but the time was too short.

Before she could savor it carefully, Hermione spoke the password and hurriedly got into the Gryffindor's lounge.

Wayne narrowed his eyes.

"Ah... sweet-smelling and soft loli."

Principal's office.

Snape limped and sat down in front of Dumbledore.

"It's quiet on the fourth floor for the moment, and Quirrell hasn't passed."

"Thank you for your hard work, Severus. Is the injury on your leg okay? Do you need to go to Pomfrey's?" Dumbledore asked with concern.

"You don't have to worry about it, I can handle it myself." Snape took out a small crystal bottle distressedly.

Shiveringly, he dripped two drops on the bloody wound, and immediately stood up, for fear of dripping too much.

A miracle happened. When the water droplets touched the wound, it healed quickly and disappeared in just a few seconds.

Dumbledore looked at this scene curiously: "Are these Ho-oh's tears? The effect is indeed much stronger than Fox's."

"This is just the most superficial application." Snape looked complicated: "You have no idea what these tears mean.

Dumbledore followed suit: "What is it?"

"It's hope."

Snape tightened his grip on the bottle and put it away solemnly. "The shopkeeper asked:

"You should know what happened in the bathroom, right?"

Dumbledore nodded: "Not long after Minerva left, Mr. Lawrence used a very beautiful water prison."

"Wandless casting," Snape added deliberately.

"Are you scared?"

Dumbledore chuckled.

"Don't test me again, Severus, I have the utmost confidence in Mr. Lawrence from beginning to end.

"There's something you don't know. Maybe I can help you dispel those doubts."

"Mr. Lawrence regards the forbidden book area as his second bedroom, but he has little interest in books about black magic."

"He's not going to be the next Dark Lord."

What about the White Devil?

Snape wanted to ask, but after considering the complexity of the old man in front of him, he chose to change the subject.

"Since you think so highly of him, then Po Te"

Dumbledore's smile gradually disappeared and he fell into silence.

After a long time, he said: "This is Harry's destiny, and no one can replace him. Get up."

"And I can only provide some help as much as possible."