Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

From that day on, Wayne did not go to Qiu again in the next few days.

This trick was taught to him by Grindelwald.

If the other party is angry, then try to divert her attention. Once there is something more annoying, she will naturally not care about being angry.

When things are solved smoothly, the mood will be much better.

At this time, think of the reason for being angry before, and the change in mentality.

Not to say that he immediately becomes like nothing happened, but his attitude will definitely soften.

Wayne thinks that Grindelwald must have used this trick to deal with Old Dumbledore often before, otherwise he would not have said it so clearly.

He also made some changes according to Qiu's personality and situation.

In the desserts he ate these days, he secretly added potions, which can slightly improve the girl's physical fitness, but the side effect is... it takes some time to absorb.

After about a week, even if he did nothing, he could return to his previous slender figure.

Qiu will be very happy when he thinks he has successfully lost weight. He will go and comfort her, and maybe the matter will be solved.

The plan worked!

On the third day, Newt came back.

He successfully caught the long-horned water snake. In a swamp near Edinburgh, Newt squatted for three days before he found an opportunity.

This time he came here to give Wayne the gem fragment.

Before coming, he handed the long-horned water snake to the officials of the Magical Congress of the United States. Now it is estimated that they have returned home, just in case Wayne has some thoughts.

Jerry was like a mouse that smelled a scent. As soon as Newt took out the gem, it ran over from nowhere and stared at the gem with a look of desire.

"I can't give it to you." Wayne smiled and put it in his pocket.

Instead of taking the gem, he took out a wooden stick and handed it to Newt: "You help people to the end, send the gem and snakebone wood to Nico, and let him make a wand for Nagini."

Nico's craftsmanship is definitely not as good as Ollivander's, after all, he is not a professional in this.

But with the best materials, the wand made will not be much worse.

Newt nodded, "It just so happens that I also want to meet Nico. Is there anything else you need?"

"No, thank you for your trouble."

Newt left, and Wayne went into the laboratory again.

School is about to start, and his plan to make money is not ready yet. He has to seize the time to work hard these days and finish the game.

A week passed in a blink of an eye, and it was another early morning.

There was a hurried knock on the door of Lawrence's house.

"Sanae!"

Garnaido opened the door, bowed slightly, and welcomed the girl outside the door in.

"Garnado, good morning." Qiu greeted, "Where's Wayne, is he still awake?"

Garnado nodded slightly.

Qiu stamped her feet in anger. She had been dieting and exercising a lot in the past few days to lose weight, but Wayne was sleeping here.sleep.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Qiu rushed upstairs and rushed into the bedroom, waking up Wayne who was sleeping soundly.

"Wayne, look quickly, I don't have any double chin, you slandered me... Oops!"

Qiu's body tilted and fell on the bed, and then he was hugged tightly. Just as he was about to struggle, he heard a whisper like a dream behind him:

"It doesn't matter if you have a double chin, I like you no matter how you are."

The stiff body gradually softened. After a moment of silence, Qiu moved so that the boy could hug her more comfortably, and slowly closed her eyes.

"Enemy..."

What Qiu didn't see was that Wayne's mouth corners suddenly rose slightly.

Having completely solved the troubles around him, Wayne lived a normal life again.

Qiu no longer had a cold war with Wayne, but she would eat a lot of sweets every day and let Wayne exercise with her.

Hermione also restored her skin color to its former whiteness with the help of the ointment, and even smoother, and finally dared to go out.

Seeing Hermione's glowing white skin, Qiu was envious. Wayne simply made a lot of beauty creams at one time, and each girl was given a lot to ensure that there was enough.

With less than three days before school started, a letter was sent to Wayne's home, which made him suddenly remember that he had something to do.

He said something to Hermione who was using a virtual brain computer to review the next semester's courses, and then left the house.

Barty Crouch, the current patriarch of the Crouch family, one of the 28 pure-blood families, the director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department, is proficient in hundreds of different languages.

In the past, he was the most prestigious official in the Ministry of Magic. He was highly respected by wizards for suggesting that Aurors could use the Unforgivable Curse to deal with Death Eaters and Voldemort, and was extremely popular.

At that time, he was the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and the official who had the greatest hope of becoming the next Minister of Magic.

But who made him have a son who was a Death Eater? Because of this incident, Barty Crouch's reputation plummeted, and he handed over the throne of Minister to others. He was also sent to the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation, which had little real power, and his political career was bleak.

However, even in an insignificant department, Crouch's work attitude did not change. He handled things meticulously and gradually regained some reputation. Fudge always remained vigilant against him.

Late at night.

In a small community in the Harnik district of east London.

Wayne stood in front of an open space with his eyes closed and sensed. After a moment, he opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, there is no Fidelius Charm, otherwise it would be a wasted trip.'"

The boy drew out his wand, and the beautiful starlight gathered at the tip of the wand, shining particularly brightly in the dark night.

Ta used the wand as a knife and slashed it twice. A crack appeared in the space in front of him, and an ancient house appeared.

Wayne got in when the gap became bigger.

Crouch, who was in the basement, heardThe sudden sound of the alarm made his face change.

Immediately Apparated to the front yard, and saw the handsome boy who was looking around.

Swish!

Not taking it lightly just because the other party was a child, Crouch pointed his wand at Wayne and asked vigilantly:

"Who are you, why did you break into my house!"

"I'm sorry to meet you in this way, Mr. Crouch." Wayne politely took off his hat and bowed his head slightly: "In fact, there is no better way for me except this."

"You haven't answered my question yet, who are you." Crouch was unmoved, and the tip of his wand had already lit up.

Wayne ignored him, pushed the door open, walked into the front hall, and sat down at a random place.

Looking at the boy's back, Crouch had countless opportunities to take action, but he endured them all.

He didn't know why, but he always had a hunch in his heart.

If he takes action... he will end up in a terrible situation.

Crouch has always trusted his instincts. The last time he had such a bad feeling was more than a decade ago.

As a result, his son was sent to Azkaban at that time, and he was judged by himself.

Choosing the farthest seat, Crouch sat opposite Wayne.

"Winky!" Crouch suddenly shouted, and a house elf appeared in front of him.

"Master."

"Go serve the guests a cup of tea, good tea."

"Yes!"

Wayne kept a gentle smile, and when Winky brought the tea up, he thanked him and took a sip.

"The tea is good, but it's too strong. I won't be able to sleep tonight."

Crouch turned a deaf ear and said in a deep voice: "I have fulfilled the etiquette of hospitality. Should you explain your identity and purpose?"

"Oh, this." Wayne put down the teacup and said softly: "My name is Wayne Lawrence..."

"Wayne Lawrence?" Crouch's excellent memory allowed him to find relevant information immediately.

"Two-time winner of the Order of Merlin, invented the Wolfsbane Potion and the Flying Potion, second year Hufflepuff, no, will be third year soon."

Wayne was confused: "Aren't you the Department of International Magical Cooperation? Why are you recording my information?"

"The Ministry of Magic has been working overtime recently because of you." Crouch's face was full of unkindness: "Someone in your family should be a high-ranking Muggle. They are constantly putting pressure on the Ministry of Magic to let us catch Black as soon as possible."

"No matter which department the staff are, they have been mobilized, taking turns on duty, and have to follow the Aurors to perform tasks."

"There is such a thing." Wayne rubbed his hands, he really didn't know this.

"Is it excusable?" The boy smiled, "This is a prisoner who can escape from Azkaban. There is no problem with paying more attention to it."

"The Ministry of Magic will definitely catch the first prisoner in history to escape from Azkaban." CrouchQi said calmly. (To read the most exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

"The first one?" Wayne smiled playfully: "I'm afraid not."

Crouch's heart skipped a beat: "What are you talking about? This is definitely the first time such a serious incident has happened. If you haven't learned the history of magic well, you can ask Professor Binns for advice."

"Let me tell you a story." Wayne played with his fingers, ignoring Crouch's sarcasm, and said to himself:

"Once there was a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic, who was deeply respected by people, but his son was an evil dark wizard, who was sent to Azkaban by him..."

Crouch's heart was pounding, and he clenched his fists tightly.

Wayne continued: "After a few years, the official could not stand the pleading of his seriously ill wife, so he took his wife to Azkaban, used Polyjuice Potion to let his son and wife exchange identities, and successfully brought his son out."

"Not long after, the official's wife died of illness in Azkaban..."

"Winky!" Crouch shouted, stood up suddenly, and pointed his wand at Wayne. At the same time, the house elf teleported in front of him and snapped his fingers.

Ripples rippled in front of Wayne. Crouch and Winky continued to cast spells regardless. Especially Crouch, his eyes became bloodshot, and finally he even shouted out.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The spell with strong murderous intent came in front of him in an instant, but what shocked Crouch was that the barrier even blocked the killing curse.

"Have you had enough of the trouble?" Wayne pointed a finger, and Winky and Crouch's bodies were out of control and pulled together by a strong gravitational force.

The dining table turned into a solid rope, trapping the two of them tightly together.

Winky wanted to use Apparition, but the space around him became distorted. Even if the house elf was proficient in teleportation, it could not be used in this environment.

Wayne came in front of the two, snatched Crouch's wand away, and shook his head helplessly. []

"'It's just a story, why is there such a big reaction?"

"Wayne Lawrence, what do you want to do?" Even though he was controlled by others, Crouch remained calm.

He knew that Wayne must have something to ask for, otherwise the other party would not come to his door to talk so much.

Nor would he spare his life after he used a killing move.

"Good question, Mr. Crouch. I like dealing with smart people like you." Wayne gave a thumbs up and praised.

"There is an old saying in the East that goes, 'Those who work hard are heroes...' Wayne said halfway and found that his tone was a bit like a colonel, so he quickly changed his words:

"I am here to sincerely invite Mr. Crouch to join us in this great event."

"Sincerely?" Crouch looked down at the ropes that bound him tightly.

"Of course." Wayne pretended not to see his strange look, "Mr. Crouch's connections and abilities are what I need."

The corners of Crouch's mouth twitched."You want to be the Minister of Magic? Isn't it too early to think about this now?"

"Of course not." Wayne shook his head: "It doesn't matter who is the Minister. What matters is who the people below listen to."

"So I need the help of an old-timer like you."

"For the time being, just be a puppet?"

Crouch was silent.

At any time, Crouch would try to maintain his demeanor and manners.

But now he really wanted to curse.

"I am just a marginal figure in the Ministry of Magic. Fudge has been guarding against me. Since you even know about me and my son, you should know these things."

"If you want to use Barty's existence as a threat, then you'd better kill me."

"Mr. Crouch." Wayne squatted down, looked at Crouch, and asked softly: "Do you know about Horcruxes?"

Crouch is a person with an extraordinary memory and is also a pure blood.

He soon remembered what a Horcrux is.

"What do you want to say?" he asked puzzled.

"Some interesting things happened in Hogwarts last year..." Wayne told him about Tom's existence and the news that Voldemort had more than one Horcrux.

Crouch's face gradually darkened.

Even worse than when he was subdued by Wayne (the money man) just now.

When it comes to hatred for Voldemort, Crouch can cast ten unforgivable curses on him without taking a breath.

The root cause of all the misfortunes in his family is Voldemort. Without him, Barty Jr. would not have gone astray, and his wife would not have contracted a serious illness and eventually died in prison.

Now that he heard that his enemy was still alive, the veins on Mr. Crouch's forehead were throbbing abnormally, and he was obviously extremely angry.

"I understand you, sir." Wayne patted his shoulder with empathy: "Your wife died, your children don't recognize you as their father, and you didn't even become the Minister of Magic."

"Love, family, career, you have nothing, it's hard for someone to be as miserable as you."

Crouch: "..."

Are young wizards so good at chatting now?

"I can help you." Wayne smiled gently: "Although your son is beyond saving, don't you want revenge?"

"According to the so-called prophecy, Voldemort will definitely come back. He has hurt you so much, don't you want to destroy one of his Horcruxes or more of them with your own hands?"

"You?" Crouch looked at Wayne with distrust in his eyes.

"Even Dumbledore couldn't kill him completely, how can you do it?"

Wayne looked him straight in the eyes: "Can Dumbledore beat you to death at my age?"

"I..."

Crouch was speechless.

"You can also refuse." The boy patted his shoulder: "I won't kill you, I will only erase your memory of today and then kill your son."

"At most, your wife's last wish was not fulfilled, and Barty Crouch Jr., who she sacrificed her life for, lived a few more years in a daze."

"It's no big deal."

Crouch's mentality was blown up.

You might as well kill me!

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