Hogwarts: Please Graduate Soon

Facing Dumbledore's cryptic hint, Snape felt it became difficult to breathe.

It was like a person who had just emerged from the water, but his head was pushed into the water again.

Destiny, prophecy.

Endless self-blame surged towards him.

How did Harry's mother Lily die?

It was because he told the Dark Lord the prophecy he overheard.

There were two families eligible at the time.

One is Harry and the other is Neville.

In the end, Voldemort's choice was self-evident.

Snape felt extremely painful in his heart. It was he who had killed Lily.

The two main motivations that support his survival are to completely kill the Dark Lord, avenge Lily, and wash away his sins.

The other thing is to protect those eyes.

As long as these two goals can be achieved, he is willing to die.

And because Dumbledore knew Snape's thoughts, even though Snape was not a good person in the traditional sense, he even did many wrong things.

He also gave the utmost trust.

In the face of greater interests, factors such as right and wrong, good and evil, good and evil are all unimportant.

"Lawrence, are you now blatantly traveling at night?"

Snape, who walked out of the principal's office in despair, happened to meet Wayne, who had just come down from the Gryffindor Tower, and his depressed expression was gone.

"Professor, it's not curfew time yet." Wayne reminded.

"Confronting the professor, Hufflepuff will deduct five points.

The points were deducted for Wayne, and Snape felt a lot better. The only pity was that this guy didn't care about the points.

Or maybe Hufflepuff as a whole doesn't really care about scores.

This at least halved his pleasure.

Wayne didn't say anything, but looked playfully at Snape's torn trouser legs, which were still stained with blood.

"Did you get chased by a dog?"

"Tsk, the majestic Headmaster of Slytherin, you can't even deal with a three-headed dog. How about I teach you some magic spells to defend yourself?"

Snape's smile suddenly froze and he looked at Wayne carefully: "Have you been to the corridor on the fourth floor?"

"Don't talk nonsense without evidence."

Wayne spread his hands innocently: "I am a good student who abides by the law. How could I violate the principal's ban?"

Snape walked ahead, pretending not to hear Wayne's nonsense.

At the same time, I also had some ideas in my mind.

I guess it was Wayne who beat the three-headed dog so badly last time.

What a little monster.

Looking at Wayne, Snape felt like he was looking at a rising... demon king.

Those who come out of Slytherin are all Dark Lords.

Those who come out of Gryffindor are all Hundred Secret Kings.

What about Hufflepuff?

The two of them stopped communicating all the way until they reached the fork on the first floor. Wayne was going back to the dormitory in the direction of the cafeteria, while Snape was going to the potions office.

"Ahem!"

Snape finally couldn't bear it any longer and coughed twice on purpose, holding out two fingers. His meaning was obvious.

Wayne suddenly realized, "Sorry, Professor, I almost forgot."

As he said that, he took out the dragon skin bag and rummaged around for a long time, and finally took out two... small finger-sized pocket glass bottles.

It contains the venom of the Acromantula.

"Professor, this is what I promised you just now."

Snape looked like you were fucking kidding me.

The two bottles combined are not enough for one ounce!

Wayne innocently forced two small glass bottles into Snape's hands:

"Just tell me if these are two bottles."

"But what I mean..."

What he wants is the big bottle that Wayne took out last time!

"Oh, what are you doing? Just two bottles, don't be such a bitch. Goodbye, professor.

Wayne slipped away as soon as he outputted.

Snape was stunned for a long while, anger welling up in his heart.

"Lawrence you tm!"

There are no secrets at Hogwarts.

In particular, among the participants in the incident, there was also a big mouth.

Ronald has five super dazzling brothers above him, and a younger sister who is doted on by the whole family.

He, the sixth child, is not taken seriously.

After arriving at school, her academic performance was above average, and there was Hermione, a little witch who was always in the limelight. Her best friend was Mr. Savior.

It has become a little transparent.

Therefore, when faced with an opportunity to show his presence, Ronald would never let it go.

However, he still had some moral integrity and told the story roughly according to the facts. The biggest change was to remove the part about him being autistic in the bathroom.

So on the second day.

The whole school knew.

Gryffindors are not gossip makers, they are just spreaders.

The Weasley twins specially waited for Wayne at the door of the auditorium. The moment he stepped into the door, they used magic to blast petals all over the sky and cheered:

"Here comes the hero who defeated the trolls!"

Thunderous applause erupted from the Gryffindor table.

The little wizard singled out the troll and became the hero who saved the school.

This kind of publicity is a favorite of young lions.

Wayne blushed, because the king was dead.

Everyone in the auditorium, including the professors at the guest table, were looking at him.

Wayne glared hard at Ronald next to Harry, and then said to the twins:

"Let's discuss it, clean up (adfb) Ronald, and I'll give you a bottle of thinking potion."

"What are you talking about!" George looked angry: "Ronald is our younger brother!"

"Two bottles!" Wayne quickly increased the price.

"Deal." Fred responded quickly: "How mature do you want it to be?"

"Just take care of it yourself, don't kill anyone."

"It's your turn!"

Got rid of the twins, but Hufflepuff's little badgers came around again.

None of them knew what happened yesterday, they only knew that Wayne came back later.

Keep asking questions here and there.

"Water Prison Spell?" Cedric thought for a while: "I have heard of this spell. It is a very advanced magic that requires extremely high levels of transformation and magic skills.

"Ah, once you can triple transform, you can use this magic spell." Wayne said casually, "You are the first in the third grade, it must be very easy for you."

Cedric turned green.

Listen, is this human speech? It is a triple transformation.

He has just barely mastered the transformation of living things into living things now, and it is still early for double transformation.

Although Halloween is a very important holiday, in fact, except for Ireland, other countries do not have a holiday on this day.

So, today’s class is still the same as usual.

What surprised Wayne was that Quirrell was seriously injured and his head was almost crushed last night, but he still insisted on coming to class today, but he changed his turban.

I don't know if Voldemort has passed away.

The little wizards did not come to the usual classroom, but were taken to another larger classroom on the third floor.

"Today...today you can freely practice the meditation, concentration, and body-fixing mantra."

After stammering, Ji Luo just sat aside and closed his eyes to rest.

It seems that today it is Quirrell the nerve, not Quirrell the god.

However, in the practical class, the little wizards could cast spells at will, which made the little wizards even happier.

"Professor Quirrell, are you alive?"

Wayne came to Quirrell's side and [asked with concern.

Quirrell opened his eyes and forced a smile: "No, it's nothing serious."

"How is your Phoenix doing lately? Is the trachoma cured?"

"Not yet." Wayne shook his head regretfully and changed the topic: "But I have collected a lot of Fox's tears. Do you need them?"

"Of course." Quirrell gritted his teeth secretly, but still did not refuse.

No matter how small a mosquito's legs are, they are still flesh. Voldemort can hardly hold on during the intense classes recently.

"Then what magic spell did you use in exchange?" Wayne waved a small bottle in front of Quirrell's eyes.

Quirrell hesitated, and at this moment, Voldemort woke up and took over his body.

"How about the Fire Spell?"

Voldemort still whispered in Quirrell's tone: "Don't be afraid. Although fire is black magic, it is essentially just flame."

He tempted Wayne: "If you had used the Fire Spell last night, the troll would have been burned to ashes long ago. Why waste so much magic power? What kind of water prison was used?"

Voldemort wanted to see how Dumbledore would behave if he bewitched Wayne and made him a dark wizard.

As for what he thinks, it depends on Wayne's extraordinary talent and taking him under his wing.

He still had it before, but since it was stepped on by Wayne yesterday, it was subsequently used as a carpet by the little wizard.

All he wants now is to kill this scourge!

"Fire." Wayne's expression turned cold, which made Voldemort's heart sink.

Is Lawrence disgusted with black magic?

So how did he lure Wayne into corruption?

Wayne rubbed his brows and said displeasedly: "Professor, do you have the nerve to use a lousy magic like Li Huo?"

"There are at least ten books in the forbidden book area that record the fire spell. You are too insincere."

Voldemort took a breath and felt a little doubtful about his life.

Li Huo is an extremely powerful black magic attack that consumes less magic power and has a large attack range.

Even this can be disliked.

"What do you want?" Voldemort asked helplessly.

"The last mine net was good." Wayne played with his fingers casually.

"If it's thunder magic, it's better. If not, other lost magic is also good."

Voldemort thought for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "Come to me after class."

After receiving a satisfactory answer, Wayne left with satisfaction.

When get out of class was over, Indi handed him a piece of parchment.

"This is some of my insights into continuous casting. It should be enough, right?"

There is no so-called fixed CD for magic spells, but if you cast the same spell continuously, there will be a lack of stamina, or even a spell failure.

It's a bit like making a big effort, then waning, and finally exhausting.

Wayne took it and looked at it. He didn't see any problems for the time being, but he was still going to give it a look.

By the way, he also revealed that he gave Quirrell Phoenix tears.

Wayne will not be careless in the face of major events.

He knew Dumbledore's temperament very clearly, and as long as he saw his "shineing point", he would be very indulgent.

Holding the small bottle, Voldemort stared coldly at Wayne's leaving back.

No one has ever been able to blackmail him twice in a row.

After getting the Philosopher's Stone and being resurrected, the first thing he has to do is kill Harry, and then Wayne Lawrence!

And Dumbledore....

I can beat him to death!

In the afternoon, the last Potions class ended. Under Snape's watch, Wayne walked briskly to the principal's office.

Luckily Dumbledore was right inside.

"Professor, I have some questions about continuous casting.

Still using the same rhetoric as last time, Wayne dictated the skills taught by Voldemort and waited for the old man to

Deng's comments.

"Professor Quirrell taught you?" Dumbledore was an experienced man and quickly guessed the source.

Wayne said cheerfully: "Yes, I exchanged Fox's tears for him."

Fox, who was preening on his stand, was unhappy.

It landed on Wayne's head and pecked his hair into a ball.

"Oh, what are you doing, Fox? If you make trouble again, I won't let King Feng play with you."

After understanding his threat, Fox reluctantly let Wayne go.

Dumbledore was still smiling: "Professor Quirrell is indeed an outstanding student of Ravenclaw, and his insights into continuous spell casting are very unique."

"However, please let Fox go. He is about to reach nirvana, but he doesn't have so many tears for you.

Wayne understood what Dumbledore meant.

There is no problem with this transaction. It is better not to go to Quirrell in the future.

Wayne agreed decisively.

After the boy left, Dumbledore stroked Fawkes' feathers and sighed:

"What a clever little wizard."

In the library, Hermione and Qiu were sitting in the corner completing their homework.

When I get tired of writing, I will whisper for a while, as long as Mrs. Pingsi doesn’t hear me.

After the troll incident, Hermione took the initiative to find Qiu to reconcile. The two did not come out to each other, but their relationship returned to what it was before.

Hermione asked softly: "Qiu, did Wayne tell you what you were going to do tonight?"

"No." Qiu shook his head, "Mysterious, he only told me to leave the tower on time at ten o'clock.

Hermione's heart also felt itchy, and she condemned a certain boy together.

Soon there was a silver bell-like laughter.

*******

Night falls, ten o'clock.

Wayne first went to the Gryffindor Tower to bring Hermione, and then went to the Ravenclaw Tower to find Qi.

"Where are we going?"

"Forbidden Forest."

"Isn't there any danger?" Hermione rubbed her arm: "The book says there are many dangerous magical animals in the Forbidden Forest.

"Don't worry." Wayne comforted: "I promise I won't do anything to them."

The little witch opened her mouth.

No, I mean magical animals are the danger!

But in the end curiosity defeated fear, and Hermione had been yearning for the mysterious Forbidden Forest for a long time.

What's more, with Wayne here, he can easily defeat even the trolls, so there won't be much danger in the Forbidden Forest.

Wayne did not use the Phoenix King to apparate, but prepared to take a tour of the Forbidden Forest.

"Go here."

The three of them came to a blank picture frame on the third floor. Wayne took out his wand and pointed it at the frame lightly.

Suddenly, a door handle grew directly out of the picture frame. After pulling it open, a dark passage was revealed.

"Follow me."

Wayne entered first, and the white light from his wand illuminated the path forward for the two little witches.

By the time they walked out, they had arrived at the owl hut.

To the west is Hagrid's hut, and to the east is the Quidditch pitch.

"We have to avoid Hagrid's cabin." Wayne reminded, and Cho and Hermione nodded excitedly.

This was the first time they walked out of the castle at night. Looking back, under the quiet night sky, the castle was filled with mottled lights, quiet and peaceful.

The two of them followed Wayne closely. The lights were on in Hagrid's cabin, and his huge figure could be seen through the window, seemingly cooking.

In order to ensure that he would not be discovered, Wayne would not even spare the tooth that was passing by, sending it into a coma and sending it into sleep.

The three finally entered the Forbidden Forest. Seeing Wayne heading straight in one direction, Hermione asked curiously:

"Where are we going?"

"Go to Kang Kang my big baby." Wayne still refused to say it.

The full moon hung high in the sky, and they encountered many magical animals along the way.

Cats, Bowtruckles, Fire Crabs, Silent Birds, and Hawklaps.

The area where the unicorns live is located deep in the Forbidden Forest. In order to speed up, Wayne used the light body technique on all three of them, allowing them to walk as fast as flying.

Coming to an open area with no trees and only two hills, Hermione suddenly pointed to the hill on the right:

"Look, something is coming out!"

Wayne looked at the moon, thought of something, and quickly pulled the three of them into hiding, and cast the Disappearance Charm.

"Today is the night of the full moon, we are blessed."

At this time, a bunch of small beasts came out of the cave inside the mountain.

It has a round head, big eyes, a long neck, and four short legs.

Cho and Hermione both had heart-shaped eyes!

"so cute!"