Hogwarts: Please Graduate Soon

Astoria, who had completely recovered from health, was like a bird freed from restraints. She visited almost all of the castle in the next few days, and even the Forbidden Forest could not stop her.

She was followed by three unicorns and a phoenix above her head.

With such a lineup, even several 5X-level magical animals in the Forbidden Forest dare not provoke them at will. Wherever they go, timid magical animals hide one after another.

In the blink of an eye, the last day came and the transcripts were sent to every student.

Without any surprise, Wayne still won the first place in his grade with perfect scores in all subjects.

After experiencing the shock of the first year, the little wizards are no longer surprised by this.

If Wayne doesn't get a perfect score, everyone will feel good about it.

Either there was something wrong with the test paper, or the professor deliberately targeted it.

Are you right, a certain Potions Professor?

Behind him, Hermione also got O's in all subjects and was second in her grade.

If it were anyone else, she would definitely be happy and frustrated, but Hermione would only blame herself for the mistakes she shouldn't have made, resulting in not getting full marks. At the same time, she vowed to work harder next semester and give more every day. One hour to study.

Ronald's smile froze when he heard the conversation between the two.

He passed all subjects this year, including an E in Transfiguration and Charms. Maybe next year his pocket money will be doubled, but Hermione got a pass in them all and is still not satisfied?

How can a scumbag like him live?

Facts have proved that the effect of the circle is still very obvious.

The overall performance of the little wizards at Hogwarts has improved greatly.

Of the many students in the school, only Crabbe, Goyle, and Neville failed in any subject, while everyone else could get at least an A (pass).

Snape became furious over this and called the two idiots to the office and cursed them for a whole hour.

A young wizard passing by the office claimed to have heard the screams of Crabbe and Goyle, suspected Snape of corporally punishing students, and was hesitating whether to report him.

Wayne definitely didn't believe this rumor, but it spread like wildfire.

In the end, even the live version of the drama came out, and he had to wonder whether Snape had really done it.

Before the dinner, Wayne distributed the promised spells and books to the little wizards.

At this point, he only had one signed book by Newt left in his hand.

When he went to play with Newt this summer, he planned to buy hundreds more books.

For the little wizard Hufflepuff, I have to suffer a lot from Uncle Newt.

It shouldn't be a problem for him to sign his name and write a few messages.

Far away in Dorset, Newt, who was taking care of the Kelpie who had just given birth, sneezed. The Kelpie was awakened from his sleep and became manic, dragging Newt into the lake.

After the dinner, Dumbledore gave a speech as usual before the students enjoyed dinner.

The language is also very old-fashioned, it is nothing more than taking stock of the past, basing oneself on the present, and looking forward to the future.

Finally, the results of the Academy Cup will be announced.

Because of the extra points due to the Chamber of Secrets incident, Harry gained two hundred points for Gryffindor, Professor McGonagall unfairly accused the twins of giving back fifty points, and Quidditch won one hundred and fifty points, allowing them to jump to second place. name.

But there is still a big gap between Hufflepuff and the first place.

Not only that, Dumbledore announced the good news that Wayne had received another Second Class Order of Merlin.

Since it was the second one, the award ceremony was not as grand as the first time.

Dumbledore just put the medal on him, and then added 200 points to Hufflepuff and it was over.

In the end, Hufflepuff won the Academy Cup for the second consecutive year with a lead of more than 300 points.

At this time, except for the little badger who almost knocked over the ceiling, the other colleges became silent.

There is a special contribution award to the school every year and a Merlin Medal.

Has this become a law?

So what are the other colleges going to do? Are they going to watch Hufflepuff win seven consecutive championships?

At the guest of honor, Professor Sprout smiled from ear to ear and clapped and celebrated with the little badgers.

She didn't care what others thought, she was happy anyway.

When Slytherin won the championship before, Snape was much more arrogant than her.

After dinner, the professors left the table one after another, and the little wizards were ready to return to their lounges and have another night of fun before embarking on their journey home.

Seeing that the professors were all gone, Wayne quickly called over the Geminis, Harry, Penelo, Qiu, Malfoy and Russell.

"It's time to start taking action."

"What action?" Harry asked stupidly.

"Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts." As soon as Wayne reminded him, he immediately remembered.

Malfoy and Russell were still confused, but they became excited after hearing the explanation.

"That's great, Lawrence!" Malfoy's pale face turned red, and he said with a very villainous smile: "I'll write a letter when I get back, and yes, I'll also tell my dad.

Because of Dumbledore, his father lost his position as director, leaving him unable to hold his head high in school. Wayne's idea was too much to his liking.

Russell also responded repeatedly and lowered his head slightly: "Lawrence, don't worry, I will also notify others. I guarantee that the complaint letter will appear in the principal's office early tomorrow morning.

This is how most Slytherins treat Wayne.

Longing and fearful.

Lawrence is flamboyant and wanton, and he can do things according to his own preferences.

It can be said that he is rampant in the school.

As long as he has a thought, many people will follow his footsteps, and almost everyone in the castle is proud to be his friend.

Isn't this the state Slytherin longs for most?

Nobility, glory, power.

Even if Wayne were a pureblood Gryffindor, it would make them feel a lot better.

But why...do these words all appear in a young wizard born as a Muggle?

This is why many Slytherins have mixed emotions when facing Wayne.

The other few people, Gemini, were afraid of the world being in chaos, so they happily agreed to it after learning about Wayne's plan.

Penello and Qiu had heard Wayne talk about it a long time ago, and naturally they had no objections now.

Soon, several people returned to the dormitory and the plan spread.

The pens and papers that had been packed into the little wizards' luggage were taken out again and they began to write furiously.

In fact, everyone has been grudges for a long time. We have not learned much useful things for two consecutive years, and no one can accept it.

Now with Wayne taking the lead, this trend was immediately stirred up.

The next morning, the little wizards who could have slept in got up early and rushed to the principal's office on the eighth floor.

The gargoyle stone beast opened his eyes, and when he saw this familiar scene, he felt something bad in his heart.

"No, come again?"

Then it remembered that the space in its belly had been upgraded by Dumbledore, and immediately opened its mouth with confidence:

"Come on, don't you just believe it? Come as much as you want!"

Seeing how cooperative he was, the little wizards looked at each other, but they still threw the letter in, then turned around and ran away.

One letter, two letters, ten letters...

Twenty letters, thirty letters, one hundred letters per day

The gargoyle gradually realized the seriousness of the problem: "No, why are there more than last time?"

"Stop it, stop it, I can't stand it anymore!"

"Hmm~!"

In the end, nearly seven hundred letters were stuffed into his body, and the gargoyle's figure was stretched to the point where he was about to cry without tears.

"Damn it Dumbledore, you're in trouble, I'm in trouble!"

"Are you leaving immediately?" Wayne asked in surprise by the black lake.

He was pulled out by Grace early in the morning, saying that before leaving school, he wanted to take a last walk and let Wayne accompany her.

Naturally, Wayne would not refuse, and handed Cedric his letter of complaint, and the two walked out of the castle.

They walked from the vegetable patch to the Whomping Willow, then to Hagrid's hut, crossed the main road, entered the Quidditch pitch for a circle, and finally arrived at the large lawn in front of the Black Lake.

Grace suddenly said that she would not take the Hogwarts Express, but would go to Hogsmeade to travel to Yorkshire via the Knight Bus.

"Yes." Grace smiled charmingly, the breeze blowing her black hair, her eyes did not look at Wayne, but looked down at the black lake.

"An adventure team I contacted will gather today, and it will be a long way back to London."

"Adventure Team, what is it about?" Wayne asked curiously.

"Tomb robbing." The senior sister kept saying it in a nonchalant manner, and Wayne looked at her in astonishment.

"Are you surprised?" Admiring the young man's astonished expression, Grace smiled even happier.

"Indeed." Wayne nodded honestly.

Tomb robbing, or the excavation of ancient cultural relics, is actually not a taboo thing in the magical world, and is even very popular.

Many wizards rely on tomb robbing to find precious treasures or large sums of gold galleons.

There are also people who have found powerful ancient magic, and these may happen.

Lockhart's books often mention the experience of exploring ancient tombs. The plot is fascinating and is one of the guarantees for the sales of his books.

It's just that it's difficult for Wayne to connect the beauty of Grace with the tomb robbing business.

"Don't you think it's interesting?" Grace picked up a stone and knocked it away without any image.

Maybe the stone I chose was dry, numb, not round at all, and it only floated in the water before sinking.

"The rewards of digging out the secrets buried deep in the ground are much more interesting than reading boring history books."

"It's interesting, but it's also dangerous." Wayne crossed his arms: "Any wizard who can build a tomb is not a simple thing. Curses, black magic, and even the inferi guarding the tomb are not easy to deal with."

"So let's start with something simpler." Grace said softly: "This time we are going to the tomb of a palace mage five hundred years ago. According to records, he was not a very powerful wizard and had never even been to Hog. Watts went to school in a wild way."

"Just practice and accumulate experience."

As she spoke, she clenched her fists, frowned and said in an oath: "One day I will find Slytherin's tomb and see what big secret is hidden inside.

Wayne was dumbfounded, thinking that his senior sister had such a lofty dream.

Slytherin's tomb?

This is one of the mysterious events that has left no clues in history, and it is not even certain whether such a tomb exists.

After thinking for a moment, Wayne said: "In that case, let me give you a gift."

"What gift?" Grace looked at him doubtfully.

"Hand out."

The senior sister obediently stretched out her arms, and her fair arms reflected light in the warm sunshine.

Wayne grabbed her hand and touched the forearm with his wand. Grace felt a heat there, and then a mark appeared, flickering a few times before disappearing.

"What's this?"

"As an insurance measure.

Wayne let go of her hand and explained: "Whenever you encounter danger, use magic to activate this mark. It has some of my power attached to it, which may be able to help you.

"So magical?" Grace raised her arm, sensed it carefully, and immediately discovered the existence of the mark.

The mark just now does not disappear, but is hidden under the surface of the skin.

"How much power can it have?" Grace asked curiously.

"Not many." Wayne said calmly: "But dealing with two or three fire dragons is still not a problem.

"Look what you can do." The senior sister rolled her eyes, then smiled: "But thank you anyway.

"Do you want me to give you some more private photos as a reward?"

"Ahem, please have more."

“I’ll take some pictures for you when I run out.

"Can you customize the clothes? By the way, I need developing potion this time. It doesn't look interesting if it doesn't move.

“So many demands~”

The two of them walked all the way to the school gate.

Grace gave Wayne a hug, stared at the towering castle for a moment, and finally drifted away.

Wayne frowned as he looked at the distant figure.

A question suddenly occurred to him.

He seemed to have never heard Grace mention her family, and he didn't even know whether she was pure blood or mixed blood.

On the other side, after handing over the letter, the little wizards turned around and ran away.

Some timid ones didn't even dare to eat breakfast, so they ran out of the castle in a hurry, took a Thestral carriage or a boat and rushed to the train station.

There was still a long time before the train departed, and it was already full of people.

It wasn't until after ten o'clock that Dumbledore, who had just gotten up and thought he could enjoy a few days of vacation before looking for clues to Voldemort's soul crystal, came to the office.

When he saw the letter there, he thought he hadn't woken up and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

After repeating this several times, I was convinced that it was all true.

There was movement at the door again, no one had arrived yet, but attentive.

"Albus, take a look, something big has happened." Professor McGonagall walked in with a large pile of letters, looking anxious.

I was also stunned when I saw the situation inside.

"This is..."

"I haven't read it yet." Dumbledore smiled bitterly and shook his head: "But I have a rough guess..."

Half an hour later.

Dumbledore and McGonagall opened hundreds of letters and read them roughly before stopping the mechanical repetition.

The contents of these letters are all very similar, and they can also see many almost identical letters.

At first glance, it seems that it was done quickly using the same template, and it makes no sense to look at it further.

They were all complaints that he, the principal, was ignorant of people, and that two consecutive Defense Against the Dark Arts professors were liars, which delayed the students' learning progress.

"Same here." Professor McGonagall said with a serious face: "It's just that the people who wrote the letter are all parents of students."

"There were a few shouting letters in the middle, but I destroyed them and the scoldings were a bit unpleasant."

"Albus, you should really pay attention."

This time McGonagall not only did not stand in Dumbledore's perspective, but criticized him.

"What children need is magic that can protect themselves, not rhetorical theories and ridiculous stories."

"Should we let them float to face the enemy when they encounter danger in the future?"

"Mr. Lawrence's letter is very well written. The principles of life are important, but being able to protect one's own strength is the basis for being calm and reasonable with others."

Being lectured by McGonagall, Dumbledore couldn't say even a single word. He could only lower his head in embarrassment and play with his beard.

He wished desperately that it wasn't McGonagall who was in the office now, but Snape.

Given the relationship between Snape and Lawrence, it's not him who is getting scolded now, it will definitely be Lawrence.

Even if he didn't understand what happened, Lao Deng could guess it with his toes. This was another masterpiece of Wayne.

Except for him, no one mobilized so many students....13703403 Feilu210442570]

Dumbledore finally understood why Snape's mood swings were so violent every time he mentioned Wayne.

This guy is so annoying...

Thank you all for your data support. You are really powerful, much more powerful than me.

This is the highest respect from a man!.