Hogwarts: Please Graduate Soon

That night, Harry and Malfoy had an extremely fierce fight.

Both sides were holding back their anger, and it was obvious that the overly elegant duel method of shooting each other with wands was no longer suitable for them.

The two of them threw their wands aside and rushed towards each other.

Malfoy's pain was far greater than Harry's.

He almost reused the fluid he excreted, and he was completely prepared to fight to the death.

At first, Harry was able to dodge a few punches by relying on his greater flexibility, but when his glasses were knocked off, the situation began to turn one-sided.

Wayne didn't know what degree Harry's glasses were, but they were pretty high anyway.

It can be seen from the fact that he can treat the table next to him as if Malfoy kicked him hard and screamed in pain.

Wayne had no intention of helping.

Harry was his friend, but Malfoy had a good relationship with him.

In front of others, Xiaolong's attitude was that he was the boss of the world, but in front of him, Malfoy was really honest.

He has no reason to favor any side. This is a private matter between the two of them.

Besides, even if he did intervene, he might not be able to please both parties.

Who knows if this is their unique way of communicating feelings?

This continued until almost nine o'clock. Wayne, who felt that it was almost time, stopped the two of them.

It's really cool. Not only can I watch a WWE episode for free, but I can also earn tuition fees.

He is the one making money.

Harry fumbled for a long time before he found the glasses, used a repair spell to mend the lenses and put them on, and then said to Malfoy fiercely:

"I'm in a bad state today, please show me next time."

"Who is afraid of whom? Come if you dare." Malfoy, who had just won a fight, was naturally not afraid of Harry's threat and counterattacked, wiping the bruises on his mouth.

"Next time, don't do it during make-up classes." Wayne spoke at this time.

It's enough to watch the show once or twice, and you'll get bored if you watch it all the time.

"I took the money, so I have to train you two out, otherwise what will happen if the sign is smashed."

"Just give me normal training next week."

After hearing what Wayne said, the two of them could only nod silently and prepare to make another appointment in private.

After they left, Wayne quickly called Hermione out.

The little witch hurried to the classroom and asked doubtfully.

"What are you so anxious about?"

"Why did Gryffindor lose his score?" Wayne asked curiously.

Professor McGonagall's expression just now almost made him laugh. He had never seen Professor McGonagall look so embarrassed.

"Isn't there more than a hundred?" Hermione became even more confused.

"That's right." Wayne recounted what had just happened in the principal's office, emphasizing Professor McGonagall's embarrassment.

After hearing this, Hermione was so angry that her hair flew up, making Wayne think that she was about to go on a magical rampage for the second time.

"How could they do this!" Hermione screamed: "I asked them to check the information, not to torture them to extract a confession!"

"That's not the point." Wayne held Hermione in his arms: "We're all in last place anyway, it doesn't make any difference if we get more or less points."

"The point is, I remember before I left school, Gryffindor should have had more than 200 points. Why did it not rise but fall after a while?"

Logically speaking, college points generally rise slowly.

After all, except for Snape, other professors would get extra points for answering questions in class every day, and they would also get extra points for well-written assignments, and they were all very generous.

When points are deducted, they are usually only two and three points.

Five points is a serious matter.

Snape had been going out with him for almost a month, and it was not unusual for Gryffindor to gain more than a hundred points, but instead it dropped.

This is what Wayne is most curious about.

Something must have happened again.

"It's not the twins." Hermione said angrily: "They sneaked into the Forbidden Forest and were caught."

"That's not the key. They also slaughtered all the roosters raised by Hagrid. Professor McGonagall deducted a full fifty points from them."

Rooster?

Wayne's heart moved slightly.

"Then it shouldn't be so miserable, right?"

"Yes, originally they were deducted fifty points and the matter was over, but Fred and George refused to admit it until they said they didn't kill the rooster. Professor McGonagall was so angry that he deducted fifty points from them, and it turned out to be what it is now. Looks like it.

It's really possible that it wasn't them.

Wayne mourned for the twins in his heart. No wonder these two living treasures have been listless recently. Their relationship has been wronged.

It was most likely Tom who killed the rooster.

The basilisk has almost no enemies, but the crowing of the rooster is the thing it fears most.

The twins just happened to be bumped into when they went to the Forbidden Forest, and then connected the two things together.

Why do they always take the blame?

How miserable․ ..

"Don't be sad. This means that there is no room for you to decline. You will make progress every day in the future. Isn't it worth being happy?"

The little witch slapped the sarcastic Wayne angrily and stood up from his arms.

"I won't tell you anymore, I'm going back to review."

"Go ahead, go ahead. I'm going to check your recent progress tomorrow. If I'm not satisfied, I won't give it to you.

"I know." The little witch kissed Wayne, turned around and ran out of the classroom.

On Monday, when the Gryffindor little lions noticed the score board, they almost thought they were worth zero dollars.

The remaining ten points are the same as none in front of the scores from other colleges.

Some people thought that there was something wrong with the score board, so they contacted Professor McGonagall, but they got a positive answer.

"The points were deducted from Potter and Weasley without any problem. This is the punishment they deserve."

This time it was completely blown away.

Professor McGonagall never mentioned the reason for deducting points, leaving everyone with plenty of room for imagination.

Some people said that Harry and Ronald destroyed important treasures of the school and caused huge losses, so they cleared the score column instantly.

Some people also said that the two were caught wandering at night during this dangerous period, just like last semester, but this time they did not drag Malfoy along with them.

But more speculations are still related to the secret room.

The professors found evidence that Harry and Ronald had opened the secret room, so just deducting points was considered a light punishment.

After hearing the rumor, the two tried their best to defend themselves, but when people asked about the reason, they couldn't explain it, which made everyone more suspicious.

In the end, it was Wayne who stood up to testify: "I know the reason for the deduction of points that day, but it involves the school's secrets. Please stop asking."

Only then did everyone stop their activities.

In the Transfiguration class that day, Professor McGonagall, who had not given Wayne extra points for his class performance for a long time, uncharacteristically gave him twenty points. As a thank you to him.

Malfoy had promised Malfoy not to spread the word, so even she couldn't defend Harry and Ronald.

Even saying it would have the opposite effect.

Only if Wayne does this will the students give him face.

Because those who don't give face will be hung from the ceiling.

By dinner time, the auditorium became lively again.

A middle-aged man shouted in front of Dumbledore with extremely rude words.

Dumbledore looked calm, but Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall beside him were both very angry.

"Who is this?" Wayne came late and didn't know what was going on. He just thought this guy was very brave.

Do you really think that Lao Deng has no temper?

"Smith's father." Cedric explained for him, "He knew about Smith being petrified and came to ask for an explanation.

Wayne suddenly understood.

No wonder Lao Deng didn't say a word, he was indeed being reasonable.

If the principal had been Grindelwald, Mr. Smith would have died peacefully.

"Right." Cedric thought of something and took out two letters from his arms.

"This was delivered by owl just now, and I said I would give it to you back in the lounge. Why is it still in Japanese?"

"Friends I met during the potion exchange competition." Wayne accepted the two letters.

One was written by Cassandra, and the other was written by Sakura.

As for Furong, the two chat via video every day and rarely write letters unless they want to draw something.

"Are they all girls?" Cedric showed a narrow smile. Of course he didn't open it to read, but the beautiful font on the envelope also showed the identity of the sender.

"Yes, it's a girl."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Cedric continued to be angry, and Wayne gave the guy a sideways look.

"Don't bother me with this disgusting thing. What's wrong with girls writing letters? Haven't you received them?"

"Yeah, what's wrong with girls writing letters?" Cedric suddenly stopped laughing. He didn't even watch the excitement and walked out of the auditorium in despair.

"What's wrong with him?" Senior Sister Grace, who just came in, saw his appearance and asked in confusion.

"It's nothing, I opened the wound, don't worry about him, hurry up and watch the fun."

It is rare for Lao Deng to be scolded.

It took more than half an hour before Mr. Smith was kicked out of the school by Professor Flitwick under Dumbledore's smile.

This also made the already heavy atmosphere solidify a bit.

At this moment, Lockhart stood up.

"Don't worry, I will change everything."

"You want to catch the person who opened the Chamber of Secrets?" A trace of disdain flashed in Snape's eyes.

"No, although I already have some clues, it still takes time. Please allow me to keep it a secret." Lockhart showed a bright smile: "But I promise, I will definitely find the murderer.

He said very confidently: "What I am best at is attracting everyone's attention and eliminating their unpleasant memories."

"No one is more professional than me."

"Ha." Snape sneered and said, "We'll see."

The other professors didn't take Lockhart's words to heart. No one would believe a clown.

But it didn't take long for Lockhart to take action.

He also directly pulled the big one.

February 14th.

When the little wizards came to the auditorium, they almost thought they had gone to the wrong place.

The four walls were covered with big, dazzling pink flowers, and to make matters worse, there were heart-shaped confetti that kept falling from the ceiling and landing in the oatmeal.

The candlelight also turned an ambiguous pink, and the entire auditorium became dim. There was no difference between lighting the candle and not lighting it.

After Wayne entered the door, he thought he had traveled to Red Romance.

But the heart-shaped element filling the space instantly made him realize something.

Valentine's Day is here.

Fortunately, today is not the weekend, so he doesn't have to think about how to cut himself into pieces and distribute them to these girls.

"The principal finally couldn't bear the pressure and went crazy?" Norman, who came in with him, murmured.

"Who do you think could have done this?" Wayne nuzzled at the guest of honor.

Norman suddenly realized, but still insisted: "He actually allowed Lockhart to do this, which is not far from crazy.

Lockhart stood up happily. He was wearing a bright pink robe today and waved to everyone.

Quiet.

The professors sitting with him all had serious faces, and the muscles on Snape's face tensed up, as if someone had dropped a large mass of dung into his cauldron.

Although Professor McGonagall was also very angry, she would tolerate it if Lockhart could distract the students.

So it never happened.

"Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!" Lockhart said happily: "So far, forty-six people have sent me greeting cards, and I would like to express my gratitude to them!"

"Yes, I took it upon myself to arrange this little surprise for everyone - and that's not all!"

The students immediately started the Werewolf game, looking for those werewolves, no, to find out who sent the postcard to Lockhart.

Are you blind?

Lockhart clapped his hands, and strode in from the door leading to the foyer, twelve dwarfs with gloomy faces.

They are different from ordinary dwarves. They all have golden wings on their bodies, carry harps on their backs, and are dressed just like the legendary Cupid.

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It’s just this good looks....

Cedric said at a loss for words: "Why did he choose the dwarf? He could have just replaced it with the little angel in Mrs. Puddieff's teahouse."

"Maybe it's because it's expensive." Twoley said casually: "Otherwise the teahouse wouldn't have just those few little angels."

After saying this, he realized the blind spot and looked at Cedric suspiciously. "No, how do you know those little angels, who have you been with?"

Cedric blushed: "I haven't been in, why can't I just stay outside?"

"Last time I saw you in there with a girl from Ravenclaw..."

"I'll fight you!" Twoley grabbed Cedric's neck to prevent him from saying the next words.

"These friendly little cupids with greeting cards!" Lockhart's performance continued, "They are going to be wandering around the school today delivering Valentine's Day cards to you. I

I believe my colleagues will cooperate, right?"

He looked towards the guest of honor seat.

"Why don't you ask Professor Snape to teach you how to make Ecstasy? If you're interested, Professor Flitwick is better at enchanting people than any wizard I've ever met.

magic.

"That cunning old dog!"

Professor Flitwick buried his face in his hands. He was too embarrassed to see anyone.

What Flitwick regrets most now is why Lockhart wasn't assigned to another college when he was in school.

Shame, shame on Ravenclaw!

Judging from Snape's expression, he had already drawn his wand.

If anyone really asked him for advice on how to make Ecstasy, he would also help them with some black magic defense lessons.

"I don't know who wrote him the postcard."

On the way to the Charms classroom, Harry commented sharply: "These people are either blind or have no brains."

He didn't notice that Ronald's lip was almost bitten.

In class, Professor Flitwick explained how to use the confusion spell and when.

The confusion spell is not difficult to learn, but it is difficult to control the range and intensity of the spell. Once the range is too large or the force is too strong, it can easily cause permanent brain damage.

Flitwick said that many wizards have been interviewed by the Ministry of Magic and even imprisoned in Azkaban for improper use of confusion spells.

"Ronald, what are you writing?" Harry saw that Ronald had not been listening and was immersed in writing, so he couldn't help but move closer.

Then his eyes widened and he whispered: "You, are you going to write a postcard to Lockhart again?!"

"Keep your voice down, Harry!" Ronald gave him a quick tug.

"I didn't want to either, but he gave me too much, a postcard and a Sickle.

Ronald said sadly: "Dumbledore wrote a letter to mother, and all my pocket money this year is gone."

"If that weren't the case, who would be willing to write him a postcard, and it has to be those disgusting words?"

"I didn't even write to other girls!"

"So Lockhart bought all the postcards?" Harry looked at him in shock.

"As far as I know, most of them are bought. Hufflepuff's Randolph and Ravenclaw's Jefferson both took the job."

Harry once again realized how dangerous the world was.

boom!

Flitwick got excited when he spoke on the stage, and the two dwarfs roughly pushed open the classroom door and walked in expressionlessly.

And their target is none other than Wayne Three!.