Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

In the dormitory, Wayne was on a video call with Nagini.

After not seeing each other for a while, Miss Snake looked much better. Even through the pages of the book, one could feel her mature charm.

Although she knew Wayne didn't care, Nagini, who was conscientious and responsible, still reported the situation in the store.

"Due to the start of school, the sales of prank props have been very poor recently, but the sales of household products and feather pen series are still good."

"With the help of Mrs. Greengrass and Mr. Crouch, I have received orders from the Ministry of Magic and will purchase a large number of shorthand feather pens every month."

Speaking of this, Nagini smiled: "With the help of someone, doing business is really much easier."

Wayne also smiled and nodded: "I deeply understand.".

It's easy to do things with someone in the court. Crouch and Mrs. Greengrass are both powerful figures in the Ministry of Magic. A small matter like purchasing feather pens can make Nagini a designated supplier with a little influence.

With the same quality and price, why would they buy yours?

It's just a matter of human relations.

However, when it comes to Aurors, things are not so simple.

The samples of protective gear have been sent to the Auror's office a long time ago, but there has been no reply.

Not to mention Nagini, even Wayne didn't figure out which link had a problem, so he had to ask Crouch to find out.

After talking about work, the two talked about their daily lives.

Nagini now lives in Wayne's house. She takes the Muggle bus to work in Diagon Alley every day. At night, because the store closes too late, she Apparates directly home.

Speaking of trivial matters, Nagini's expression is full of happiness. Such a plain life was only in her dreams before.

"Will it be too hard for you to do this alone?" Wayne's focus was different: "How about I get a house elf to help you."

"Don't do that." Nagini said quickly: "Don't let anyone else in our house."

"Not even a house elf."

"I'll listen to you."

Wayne also smiled.

....

In a blink of an eye, it was Saturday.

Just yesterday, Wayne comforted the other girls and moved Harry and Malfoy's classes to Sunday, leaving Saturday completely empty.

Just because today is Hermione's birthday.

Actually it should have been yesterday, but they had to go to class yesterday, so the two planned to celebrate today.

Although Hermione and Qiu were one grade apart, their birthdays were actually only a little over a month apart.

Hogwarts is divided by September, so even if your birthday is September 1st, you have to enroll with the students of the next year.

Every time Hermione and Wayne talked about this, she would tease him that if she was born 20 days earlier, Wayne would call her senior.

Of course Wayne would notTo make her proud, she often has to give a verbal education.

Early this morning, he came to the suitcase world and began to set up the venue.

Before he had been busy for long, he sensed that Crouch had activated the mark.

Wayne frowned, but still responded.

Crouch's house.

The white smoke appeared again and gathered into a human shape.

"Is there something?" Wayne asked.

"Yes, and there are several." Crouch was very serious even at home.

"Then hurry up, I'm busy too."

"Is this really the legendary Holy Grail?" Crouch pointed to the cup in front of him.

"Is it considered as such." Wayne gave an ambiguous answer.

"What do you mean by considered as such?" The rigorous Crouch was not satisfied with this answer.

"The prototype is indeed the Holy Grail in Christian legend, but it is different from what you understand, and it is not the same."

Crouch frowned: "Why do you want to take out such a precious treasure."

"Don't tell me you don't understand the magic words on it." Wayne chuckled, "Isn't the reason written clearly on it?"

"I haven't returned my knowledge to the teacher yet." Crouch raised his head slightly: "It is precisely because I see it clearly that I am confused."

"The Holy Grail belongs to the final winner."

"Yes, but in this game, there is only one winner, and that is me." Wayne explained patiently: "When the ceremony is completed, I will get the real benefit, and the rest is just an empty cup. Whoever wants it can take it."

"What benefit?" Crouch was even more curious.

"A wish."

Wayne said faintly. "Whatever wish you make, as long as it is within certain limits, the Holy Grail will make it happen for you."

Crouch's breathing suddenly became rapid, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at the white smoke.

As if he knew what he was thinking, Wayne, who was far away in Hogwarts, had a sly smile on his face:

"Maybe, even resurrection can be done?"

"Give me the wish!" Crouch slammed the table and stood up, with fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

"As long as you are willing to give me this opportunity, I will give you whatever you want."

"The Crouch family has accumulated thousands of years of wealth and connections. I can help you ascend to the throne of the Minister of Magic and become the youngest Minister of Magic, as long as you give me the wish!"

While speaking, Crouch even held the wand.

"Hmm?"

With a bang, the smoke figure exploded, turned into chains, and pounced on Crouch.

Crouch instinctively wanted to resist, but after breaking a few chains, more came around and entangled his limbs.

"Master!"

The house elf Winky heard the noise and ran over, but was blown away by a cloud of smoke.

"Wake up, Mr. Crouch."

The remaining smoke turned into a human face and floated toIn front of Crouch.

Wayne didn't feel much when facing Crouch's madness.

He dared to guarantee that once Snape knew the news, his performance would be even more exaggerated, and it would not be a problem for him to be his pallu for the rest of his life.

The same was true for Dumbledore.

With the opportunity to revive Ariana, Dumbledore would never give up.

Just think about his performance after discovering the Resurrection Stone. He was wise all his life, but in the end he fell in front of family affection and was plotted against by Voldemort.

If Wayne didn't give it to him, he might even rob it. Even worse, maybe Wayne would face the mixed doubles of the black and white devils?

"You are a Ravenclaw, don't be as reckless as a lion. To be honest, are the conditions you just mentioned qualified to exchange for this opportunity?"

With Wayne's help, Crouch has been forced to calm down.

Yes... the opportunity to come back from the dead, why would it be his turn?

Minister of Magic, Wayne has said before that he has no interest in wealth. The Greengrass family is richer than the Crouch family.

His connections?

Even if there is no Holy Grail, he has to help Wayne obediently.

Are there not many people in the wizarding world who have regrets?

He has no more capital.

"You shouldn't tell me!" Crouch gritted his teeth.

He has clearly seen hope, even in front of him, but it is like a mirage, and he can't touch it at all.

It would be great if he could be a fool!

"I am an honest Hufflepuff. Since you asked the reason, I will tell you."

Wayne said it sincerely, but Crouch was so angry that he wanted to kill someone.

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome. After all, we are in the same group."

Crouch closed his eyes, "Since we are in the same group, can you put me down?"

He was chained and suspended in the air.

Pah~!

The smoke shattered and regrouped into a human form, and Crouch fell down.

He looked at the figure in front of him pleadingly: "Mr. Lawrence, is the Holy Grail really a disposable item?"

"I'm sorry, I also want to reuse it, after all, it is more environmentally friendly, but unfortunately... this is a disposable item." Wayne shook his head regretfully: "After use, it's just a metal cup, there is nothing special about it."

"But... since I can find a Holy Grail, who can guarantee that I can't find a second one?"

Like a drowning man finding a life-saving straw, the light reappeared in Crouch's eyes.

"Then you..."

"I said, look at the value." Wayne said lightly: "As long as the role and ability you show are worth giving you a wish, why not?"

"Yes, sir." Crouch lowered his proud head.

Originally, he might have had the thought of resisting, butNow... he just hopes Wayne can find the second Holy Grail, the sooner the better.

If he can really revive his wife, he will be willing to give up everything.

"Okay, if you have anything else, tell me now." Wayne looked at the time. He still had to celebrate Hermione's birthday and didn't have time to waste with an old man.

"The expansion of the Triwizard Tournament has encountered a lot of trouble."

After a while, Crouch had returned to normal, at least on the surface.

"Fudge is not very interested in this. The Ministry of Magic does not have that much money to host a student competition."

"He cares more about the World Cup. As long as the World Cup is successful, his reputation will rise accordingly. There is no need to bother with similar projects."

"Fudge?" Wayne frowned: "What if other people pay for it?"

"He can't refuse the free political achievements."

"It's not enough to rely on the Greengrass family alone." Crouch shook his head slowly: "That will make Fudge more suspicious."

"He is a suspicious person and will suspect that Mrs. Greengrass has other purposes."

"What about other countries?" Wayne asked: "I can ask other schools to pay some money to make up the difference."

"This..." Crouch hesitated for a moment: "It should be possible."

Fudge will definitely not refuse to increase his fame without spending money.

"I will contact several other schools, you continue to push forward."

"Yes."

Wayne calculated that in Ilvermorny, Lavzi has always been very concerned about the Triwizard Tournament. As long as he can participate and spend some money, he will definitely agree.

The same is true for the Institute of Magic. The last time, the professor who led the team almost knelt in front of Madame Maxime.

Vagadu...

Forget it, this school is a bit poor.

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As for Costoris, Wayne really has nothing to do with it.

But it is almost enough that two colleges are willing to contribute.

"After solving Fudge, the only difficulty is the last one." Crouch continued, "Dumbledore, his attitude is crucial."

"I met him two days ago and mentioned it. Although he didn't say it explicitly, I can see that he is against it."

"Where did you see Dumbledore?" Wayne asked in surprise.

Old Dumbledore has disappeared for almost half a month. How did he meet him?

"In the Ministry of Magic." Crouch said, "He came to get a permit to visit criminals in Azkaban."

"Azkaban..." Wayne thought about it and roughly understood where Dumbledore had found out. He nodded: "You can give the Holy Grail directly to the headmaster. I think he will be interested."

"I understand." Crouch replied in a deep voice.

"Okay, do your job well. I won't treat you unfairly. I'm going to cook first." After saying that, Wayne cut off the connection.

The smoke dissipated, and Crouch stood there.

Wayne acted so anxious, he thought there was something really important.

It turned out to be cooking?

........

In the kitchen, Wayne was preparing side dishes, and Hermione also came.

The little witch was in the restaurant, holding her chin and watching him busying around, and she smiled unconsciously.

It was her birthday today, and Wayne said he would personally sit at a table of delicious food to celebrate. In order to prevent him from cheating with Gardevoir, she came early to be the "supervisor".

Looking at the boy's orderly appearance, at least he didn't have to worry about eating any dark dishes.

This was also Wayne's birthday gift to Hermione.

In fact, he could have taken out something more expensive as a gift, but after thinking about it, he still didn't do that.

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Preparing gifts for every festival is actually quite tiring. If the gift this time is very expensive, then next time, it should be of the same quality, right?

Once or twice is fine, but if it happens too often, there are not so many good things in the world as gifts.

So Wayne simply didn't give anything. From now on, everyone is equal. He will accompany whoever has a birthday for a day, and cook by himself, which can also show his heart.

After a long busy period, all the dishes were ready.

Lasagna, fish and chips, roast chicken, vegetable salad, cream of mushroom soup, and the most time-consuming birthday cake.

There was a Q-version cartoon character on the cake, and Hermione recognized it as herself at a glance, and pouted.

"You made me so cute that I can't bear to eat it."

"What's the matter?" Wayne grinned, raised his knife and cut the Q-version Hermione in two immediately.

Hermione: "......."

"Ahhhhhh! It's my birthday and you're still mad at me!"

Hermione pounced on him with her teeth bared, and Wayne dodged, pinching Hermione's face with cream on his hands.

This time, things got out of control. A piece of birthday cake became a weapon in the hands of the two, smearing each other's faces.

Hermione surrendered only when she ran out of strength, but Wayne didn't let her go and painted her into a little cat before he stopped.

Appreciating his masterpiece, Wayne nodded with satisfaction: "This is even cuter."

"Let's eat!"

The little witch kicked Wayne's calf angrily and ran to the kitchen to clean it before coming out.

She had put on a beautiful makeup with the help of Lavender Brown today, but it was all ruined by Wayne.

Hermione showed a pleasant surprise after eating a piece of lasagna.

"It's even better than I thought."

"Of course, I made it strictly according to the recipe given by Gardevoir." Wayne also tasted a piece.

The taste is still a little worse than that made by Gardevoir, but it is much better than that made by the house elves in the school.

To match the atmosphere, Wayne also prepared a bottle of wine.

Originally, he wanted Hermione to drink less, just for the sake of showing it.

But the law that minors cannot drink alcohol was completely forgotten by the excited little witch. She kept asking Wayne to pour her more and fill half of the wine glass. Wayne said he would not give her anything.

During the meal, Hermione's pretty face was already red and hot, her eyes became blurred, and she said in a coquettish tone:

"Wayne, I'm on my birthday, did you prepare a meal for me?"

"Of course not." Wayne stopped the girl's slender waist, flew out of the wooden house, and came to the lawn.

He drew out his wand, pointed it at the sky, and gushed out powerful magic.

Instantly, the stars moved, the clear sky dimmed, and in the blink of an eye it turned into night.

Countless stars twinkled in the sky.

Rose-shaped candles suddenly appeared on the ground, forming a large heart shape that surrounded the two people in the middle.

Melodious singing echoed in the ears, and the Phoenix King cut through the sky, scattering colorful rainbow lights.

Wayne stretched out his hand and said softly:

"Beautiful lady, I wonder if I have the honor to dance with you?"

Hermione's eyes sparkled, "Of course."

At the same time, outside.

The Gryffindor and Hufflepuff students were looking for the two people like crazy.