Hogwarts: Please Graduate Soon

Half an hour later, Wayne walked out of the Charms classroom feeling slightly tired.

Professor Flitwick is asking too much.

As if he was competing with Professor McGonagall, the spells Flitwick asked him to use and the proficiency required were ridiculously high.

I was still a little dissatisfied in the end.

"Lawrence, your talent has been wasted too much. Why haven't you learned the Vajra Blocking Curse?"

"You are exempt from homework, but you must master this spell before Halloween.

Wayne almost vomited blood.

This spell is for sixth and seventh graders, and it's extremely biased. Isn't it normal that I didn't learn it?

But in order to avoid another homework, Wayne still agreed.

This scene happened again in the herbal medicine class. Professor Sprout was very satisfied that he could remember so many herbs and their habits.

But the homework is not waived.

Because there are very few homework assignments in the herbal medicine class, there is no point in simply writing papers. It is more about practical exercises in class.

When Hermione learned about Wayne's experience today, she felt envious and lonely at the same time.

Seeing the determined light in the little witch's eyes, Wayne understood.

Hermione was going to get more curly.

As night falls, the Hufflepuff Lounge is as lively as usual.

Everyone enthusiastically shared each other's homework and made their own contribution to fooling the teacher.

When Wayne appeared, there was a brief silence in the lounge.

The little badgers all watched him walk out of the barrel door with the eyes of a warrior.

Everyone knew that Wayne was going to Snape's place to make up lessons, and this lasted until just before Christmas.

They all expressed their respect for his "brave" behavior.

Just going to Potions class was torture enough.

The gloomy environment, Snape's poisonous tongue, and those bad-smelling potions.

Combined with these factors, Potions class has become one of the most hated classes for young wizards.

And Wayne actually rushed to make up classes on "one, two, seven", and many people were already worried about his mental state.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the office, Snape, who was reading a newspaper, heard a knock on the door without even raising his eyelids.

"Enter!"

The door to the room was pushed open, and Wayne walked in, sitting on the only empty chair with Jilaixue.

Seeing Snape reading the newspaper, he didn't say anything. He just sat there and looked at the furnishings in the room.

Snape's office was actually very large, not much smaller than the Potions classroom.

But there is not much space for activities, because it is full of windows and cabinets.

There were various bottles and jars placed on it, containing everything. There were even a few eyeballs. The broken arm was soaked in the solution, which looked particularly eerie.

But in Wayne's eyes.

This is all money!

Lacewings, six two galleons.

Pufferfish eyes, four galleons each

African tree snake skin, thirty galleons for a small section.

The horn of a horned beast, one hundred and fifty Galleons, is still worth nothing.

really.

No Potions Master is poor, and Wayne had the same idea as he had in the principal's office.

Steal him.

It is said that Snape also has a special storage room for storing various materials.

Maybe there are more good things there.

If he could rob that place, he probably wouldn't be short of materials in the next few years.

"If I lose something, I will be the first to find you."

"Lawrence, put away those greedy eyes."

"You are here to take classes, not to purchase goods."

Snape's cold voice came, and at some point, he had put away the newspaper and was standing next to Wayne quietly.

"Professor, you misunderstood me." Wayne said calmly: "I am Hufflepuff, why would I come to steal your things?"

"But do you sell the African tree snake skin? I've written several letters to Diagon Alley, but they never have it in stock."

Snape took a breath, then returned to normal:

"Want it? Give me Phoenix Tears in exchange."

"Forget it." Wayne shook his head, "Feng Wang is my best partner and my first pet.

"How can a mere African tree snake skin compare to her tears?"

“Gotta pay more!”

???

Snape was almost knocked up to his waist by this U-turn.

But then there was a deep surprise.

"Lawrence, please make a price."

For many wizards, Galleons are a necessity second only to the wand, but for the truly powerful, it is really just a number.

Those precious treasures cannot be bought with Galleons.

Such as the Three Deathly Hallows, the Philosopher's Stone, and the Pensieve.

Another example is the tears of the Phoenix King in Wayne's hand.

Perhaps to Snape, even the Three Sacred Artifacts were not as valuable as the Ho-Oh's tears.

"It's too vulgar to talk about money." Wayne shook his head, "You are my professor, how can I accept money from you?"

"I don't want more. I'll split the potion refined with Phoenix tears into 30-70."

"Thirty percent?" Snape frowned: "No, it's too much. I'll give you 20% at most."

"professor."

Wayne kindly reminded: "Seventy percent is mine."

Snape's face turned green with anger.

I'll take 30%?

Wouldn’t that be like kneeling down to beg for food?

"Don't waste time." In order to avoid being tempted to curse Wayne, Snape abruptly changed the subject:

"Let me first find out what the potion level of Hufflepuff's little genius is."

Several other professors took turns testing Wayne, and of course Snape knew about it.

However, Snape didn't mean to be too shocked.

Who is not a genius anymore? He created a lot of magic when he was in school, and there was even invisible black magic.

Wayne faced Snape's question without any hesitation.

Looking only at pure theoretical knowledge, Wayne has a memory palace and is familiar with the sources and properties of countless materials.

As for the various techniques for brewing potions, I can also memorize them by heart.

After asking questions for more than ten minutes, Snape also gave his own evaluation:

"I can only study hard and lack my own thinking."

"The contents in the textbooks are all old-fashioned stuff. If you believe them all, your achievements in this life will be nothing more than this.

Faced with Snape's cynicism, Wayne secretly raised his middle finger.

Sooner or later one day I will take advantage of you.

Waving his broad sleeves, Snape summoned a blackboard, on which the detailed process of making the potion was written.

"You can take the materials yourself, but you can only take one portion."

"In two hours, I want to see the complete picture of the medicine.

"If it can't be finished..."

Snape sneered and sat back down to read the magazine without finishing his sentence.

Wayne twitched the corner of his mouth after reading the content on the blackboard.

The hate potion is a magic potion that brings out the worst in the person who takes it. It is completely opposite to the love potion.

He had seen this potion from Advanced Potion Making. According to the classification, it was something that only grades six or seven should learn.

The cooking process is very complicated. It not only requires strict material handling, but most importantly, it also requires the use of a wand for stirring.

While stirring, release the right amount of magic.

The right amount, a small amount, a certain amount.

Can't we use quantifiers more accurately?

Did Snape deliberately use a difficult potion to persuade him to defeat him?

Resisting the urge to take out his wand and exchange spells with Snape, Wayne went to get the materials honestly.

Salamander blood, griffon powder, dragon liver, and nettles.

Following Snape's steps, Wayne began to process the materials step by step. In order to avoid making mistakes, he even turned the wand into a ruler, accurate to the millimeter.

This made Snape take a high look.

In his mind, potions should be such a discipline that is both rigorous and creative, full of charm.

The prerequisite for being creative is to start to have your own ideas after thoroughly learning what people with abilities above you teach you.

Wayne was a bit at odds with him, but he also knew what was best for him, which was a hundred times better than Poto.

Isn't this what a true Slytherin should have?

Obey the strong, desire strength, and become the stronger.

Snape's heart ached when he thought of the pure-blooded little wizards in his academy who thought highly of themselves but had little real ability.

"The liquid will appear light blue, and the dragon liver can be added only after the bubbles disappear."

Hearing the reminder, Wayne immediately stopped his hand, waited until the last bubble completely disappeared, then decisively put in the dragon liver and stir-fried it.

No, it's boiled.

After two hours, the brewing of the potion of hatred came to its final moment.

With Snape's reminders and corrections from time to time, there were no mistakes in the previous work, but now it was just the final step.

Mix with the right amount of magic.

The medicinal properties of various materials are combined with magical power to finally complete the finished product.

This step is also the most difficult.

How much magic power is added and the speed of stirring with the wand are all based on experience.

Wayne could only control it carefully, neither too fast nor too slow, and relied on his own intuition to operate.

boom!

A line of red smoke exploded and quickly spread, occupying the entire office.

Snape frowned and waved his wand.

"Whirlwind sweeps away!"

The breeze blew away the smoke, and Wayne stopped moving.

At this time, the potion of hatred was dark red like blood, and it didn't look like a good thing.

Snape came over to check and even put the wand in, saying somewhat dissatisfiedly:

"Failed!"

"You have no problem with the previous steps. Why do you need to add so much magic power at the end?"

"It can only be considered barely qualified."

In Snape's heart, if a potion is not perfect, it has no value in existence. He waved his wand and disposed of the potion in the crucible as garbage.

Wayne Xiaoxiong spread his hands: "Professor, there is nothing I can do. Maybe the right amount of magic power for you should be a small amount for me, right?"

"If you let me cook it again, I will definitely do better."

After saying that, he shook his head in disgust, "Oh, too much magic power is not a good thing."

Hearing Versailles' speech, Snape was so angry that his chest heaved, and he squeezed out two words through his teeth:

"get out of class is over!"

Wayne, who was kicked out of the door, walked in the deserted corridor...

He did not intend to go back to the lounge directly, but walked towards the library on the second floor.

Snape had just mentioned the names of several books and the potions he needed to brew for the next class.

Wayne remembered that there were two books in the library, and they were placed in the restricted area.

Lao Deng is really capable.

He actually put books that could be bought outside into the restricted area.

Arriving at the door of the library, Wayne paused.

Is there someone inside?

He had traveled so many times at night and met many little wizards in other places.

Some go to the kitchen, some go to the fifth floor to play with armor statues, and some go to the tower to fall in love.

Some people even went to play Quidditch late at night.

But this was the first time I met a little wizard wandering at night in the library.

Casting a silencing charm on the door, Wayne pushed it open and walked in.

He wanted to see which academy had a young wizard who was so eager to learn.

"Fred, George?"

When he saw the two figures sneaking around in the forbidden book area, Wayne shouted in surprise.

When they heard someone calling their names, the twins jumped up in fright.

Just as he was about to run away, he felt that the voice sounded familiar, so Fred asked tentatively:

"Wayne?"

"It's me." Wayne lifted the disillusionment spell as if someone had walked out of the bookshelf.

George clutched his chest: "Next time, can you lift the disillusionment spell before speaking? My heart almost jumped out of my chest just now."

After saying that, he realized something and looked at the young man in front of him in surprise:

"Wait a minute, you even mastered the Illusion Curse?!"

Wayne tilted his head: "Is it difficult?"

The twins fell silent.

Never mind, Wayne wouldn't understand their pain.

How could Gemini never try this magical skill of traveling at night?

In the second grade, they spent a full two months learning the Disguise Charm, but later gave up because it was too difficult.

"Why did you two think of a night out in the library?

Wayne crossed his arms and asked doubtfully.

"It's not because you said those cursed books are in the forbidden book area that we came here."

Fred sighed and took out a bulging money bag from his robe pocket and handed it to Wayne: "But you came at the right time.

"This is the profit from selling the quills, a total of 300 galleons. We took the 30 galleons ourselves, and there were 270 galleons in it.

"Take it away quickly. We don't dare to put so much money in the dormitory for fear of something going wrong. y

"Sold so quickly?"

Wayne took the bag in surprise, "It's only been two days, and you've sold one hundred and fifty sticks?"

A proud smile appeared on George's face: "We are the Weasley twins, so it is not easy for us to do this kind of thing.

Fred also had a bad smile on his face: "Even Percy was tricked by us into spending a semester's pocket money and bought two copying quills."

"Percy has that much pocket money?"

"He is a model student, first in grade, and the bonus and pocket money given by his mother will be much larger."

"But it's probably about the same. Percy's face was as black as a troll at that time."

The two of them said something to each other, which made Wayne laugh 3.0.

These two people are really qualified businessmen, even their own brothers will not be spared.

Telling the two of them that he would take out some more quills tomorrow and pointing out a few books that would be helpful to them, Wayne also went to find his goal.

At one o'clock in the morning, the twins couldn't hold it any longer, so they said hello to Wayne and left the library.

Another hour later, Wayne left too.

He has already copied the contents of several books on parchment with a copy quill, so that he can read them slowly when he returns.

Unfortunately, the books here are all enchanted and cannot be copied directly using the copy spell.

Otherwise a spell can do it.

But it's not a bad thing for Wayne.

It was precisely because books could not be easily copied that his copying quills were marketable.

For example, Percy spent a few galleons to buy a book, but one quill can copy more than a dozen books, which is why he gritted his teeth and bought two.

Back in the dormitory, the two roommates were sleeping soundly, with no intention of being woken up. Wayne used a silencing spell as usual to block Toby's snoring, and then lay down on the bed after washing.

The points have once again increased to more than 2,000 points, and it has only been three or four days since the last time I drew a card.

Wayne didn't intend to keep it either, so he started walking straight away as soon as he thought about it.

For the first time, there was only one purple in the tenth round, but the reward was good, it was a purple alchemy experience book.

After using it, a large number of images of alchemical experiments appeared in Wayne's mind, as if he had experienced it himself.

After a full ten minutes, these images stopped and turned into memories into my mind.

Some of the problems that had troubled him were solved.

Wayne was a little excited, it seemed like he had pretty good luck today.

The second ten companies also proved that he was indeed very lucky today, with two purple cards in this wave.

The first one is an advanced magic spell where the curse will stop immediately, and all curses will end.

The second one is a skill that comes to this other world.