Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

Wayne is quite familiar with Hogsmeade.

He came here many times with Qiu last year, so today, he can use his rich experience to serve Hermione well.

Speaking of Qiu, she went with Marietta today and did not disturb Wayne and Hermione's date, but last night, Wayne's waist was in pain and was pinched to death.

There are three favorite stores in Hogsmeade for students - the Three Broomsticks, Zonko's Joke Shop, and the last one, the Duke of Bees~Candy Store.

In the morning, many students did not eat breakfast, just to save their stomachs to come to Hogsmeade, so the first to fill up was the candy store, because the Three Broomsticks were not open at this time.

Looking at the long queue at the door, Hermione was a little worried: "Why don't we come back later? It's a waste of time to queue up."

"No, just follow me." Wayne pulled her around the long queue and came to the door of the store.

"Lawrence, I haven't seen you for a long time." The clerk who maintained order smiled when he saw him, "Come in quickly, there are a lot of new goods in the store."

"Well, do you still have the super sour popping candy?"

"It's reserved for you."

"Thanks, Ginas."

Wayne waved his hands and went into the store with the little witch.

The students at the front of the line were not happy, "Why can Lawrence not queue up!"

Wayne has enough privileges in school. He doesn't have to do homework for many subjects, and he doesn't even have to go to class as long as he guarantees his grades. How can he go to a candy store without queuing up?

This world is too unfair!

The clerk showed a standard professional smile: "If anyone can spend 300 Galleons in the store in a year, you can also get the privilege of not queuing up."

This time, all the little wizards who heard her words were dumbfounded.

"Three, three hundred Galleons worth of candy? How much can you buy with that?"

"Is Lawrence a person growing on the candy?"

"No wonder." A girl blushed: "I was wondering, why do I feel so sweet when I see Lawrence..."

In the candy house, Hermione asked the same question.

When she learned that Wayne bought more than three hundred Galleons worth of candy in a year, she was completely dumbfounded.

"Don't you dislike desserts? Why did you buy so much? Are your teeth okay?"

"You don't know whether my teeth are okay or not." Wayne winked, and the little witch blushed and pinched him.

"Stop joking, I'm asking about business."

"I don't want to eat those candies." Wayne spread his hands and grabbed a large box of chocolate frogs and put them in the cart. "I was able to come out last semester purely thanks to Professor Dumbledore. Two-thirds of the candies I bought went into his stomach."

"I'll share the rest with you and give some to other students. There won't be much left."

"He's over a hundred years old and eats so much candies." Hermione clicked her tongue: "The principal has really bad teeth"Okay."

Perhaps because her father is a dentist, Hermione is particularly sensitive to dental health issues. She rarely eats candy, but eats it when she is reviewing and doing homework, which can improve her efficiency.

Dumbledore is not in school now, so Wayne doesn't need to buy his share. He just bought some to take back to Astoria and stopped.

After leaving the candy store, the two went to Hermione's favorite stationery store.

Compared to the lively Duke of Bees, the business of the Literary House Quill Pen Shop can be described as bleak.

The boss was also frowning. When the two went in, they heard him cursing the Ministry of Magic, Dementors, and the damn fugitive Black in a low voice.

Hermione wanted to buy a special notebook that could set a highlighted area and pull out paragraphs of notes and insert them into other pages, which was very convenient.

Such a high-end notebook is not cheap, and the price is as high as one Galleon per notebook.

Wayne can actually make it, but after studying it, he found that the steps are quite complicated and there is no profit, so he gave up the idea.

The little witch bought five notebooks at once, enough for her to use throughout the school year.

At noon, the two came to Madam Puddifoot's Tea House.

The boss lady would definitely remember a handsome little wizard like Wayne, but when she saw that the girl next to him was not the same as before, her eyes changed.

It was like looking at... a scumbag.

Hermione covered her mouth and laughed secretly, allowing Wayne to pull her to the seat in the corner.

When entering a specific area, people will be unconsciously affected by the environment. After arriving at the tea house, Hermione suddenly became much more ladylike and spoke softly.

"What do you want to eat?" Wayne asked after opening the menu.

"Steak is good, and a cup of mint tea. ”

“Well, let’s add a piece of cheesecake.” Wayne decided for her, “That’s about it.”

Hermione nodded obediently.

Soon, their dishes came up.

They were not the kind of couple who had just dated a few times, so there was no awkward conversation.

Except that their heartbeats were a little faster, everything was the same as usual.

Unconsciously, the two talked about the game developed by Wayne.

“You said you wanted to develop a game last semester, but why haven’t you finished it yet?”

“Isn’t this more complicated?” Wayne Bear spread his hands: “This is not an ordinary game. There are too many technologies involved. I regret doing research, but I have put in so much effort and can only bite the bullet to complete it.”

“What kind of game is it? "The harder Wayne talked, the more curious Hermione became, but the boy insisted on keeping it a secret and refused to reveal any information.

In the end, she only knew.

At the earliest, the game could be developed during Christmas.

After dinner, the two walked out of the teahouse, and Hermione prepared to buy tools to take care of the flying broom, and then go to the Shrieking Shack.

But halfway through, they heard two cries for help.

"Wayne, help, help!"

Norman and Toby were running towards them, followed by a huge black dog chasing them.

"Help, Wayne!"

"What a big dog." Wayne exclaimed subconsciously.

"Don't be surprised, save Sherlock and the others." Hermione was also shocked.

The dog was half her height, and if it wasn't so thin, it would look even more terrifying.

"Petrificus-Totalus!"

A red magic power hit the black dog accurately, and its moving limbs stopped, and it fell to the ground with a plop.

Norman and Toby ran to Wayne's side panting.

"Great, great, we're finally saved."

Norman said breathlessly, "I'm so tired."

"Where did this dog come from?" Wayne asked, looking at the black dog whose eyes could only move.

"The Shrieking Shack." Toby shook his head, "We found it when we went there to explore."

"Then why did it chase you?" Wayne asked curiously.

Toby scratched his head embarrassedly, "I, Norman and I wanted to watch the dog pee, but somehow we provoked it. This dog is so spirited, so scary!"

Wayne: "......."

He finally realized that these two roommates were really good at courting death.

"Let's go, Wayne, the magic will fail soon, and it will chase us again." Norman urged.

"Don't worry, I think this dog is quite skinny, it can't beat me."

Norman desperately pulled him: "Black dogs represent bad luck, we have been chased away for a street, don't provoke it."

"How could it be?" Wayne shook his head: "If black dogs represent bad luck, Professor Snape would have died long ago, you should step back first."

Wayne rummaged through his pockets and took out a bag of snacks prepared by Gardevoir for him, which included beef jerky, fried chicken nuggets, toast, chocolate, etc.

The considerate Gardevoir was afraid that Wayne would be hungry during class, so it prepared quite a lot.

Under the frightened eyes of several people, Wayne lifted the petrification spell.

The moment he resumed action, the black dog immediately took a vigilant posture, with its tail raised high, but looking at the meat strips in the boy's hand, his saliva flowed to the ground uncontrollably.

"Want to eat? If you want to eat, just bark twice."

After a moment of silence

"Woof woof!"

"So good." Wayne threw a piece of beef jerky over, and the black dog opened his bloody mouth to catch it and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Sit down." Wayne pressed down with both hands.

"Roll over."

"Backflip, continuous backflips, pick up the plate."

Each commanded a piece of beef jerky or chicken nuggets, and finally, the black dog sat in front of Hermione and others in amazement.Under the dumbfounded gaze, he performed a dog-catching-mouse trick and tricked Wayne into taking the last piece of meat.

"Great." The boy wanted to reach out and touch him, but when he saw the dog hair covered with dust, he retracted his hand.

"This, this dog is really smart." Hermione swallowed her saliva, "Can he understand what you say?"

"It may be someone's abandoned dog. It looks trained." Wayne clapped his hands and said indifferently.

Norman and Toby looked at each other, and finally Toby stepped forward with courage, "Wayne, do you have any extra food?"

"Only bread and chocolate are left. Here." Wayne handed over the bag.

Toby thanked him, took out a piece of bread, stretched it out, and said expectantly: "Perform a pee?"

The black dog stopped moving, swallowed the meat in his mouth, and stared at Toby.

Suddenly the black dog jumped, scaring Toby back.

The leaping black dog took the bag from his hand, ran away without looking back, and soon disappeared.

"Why is this happening!" Toby wanted to cry but had no tears.

Wayne pulled the corner of his mouth.

That was the pocket that had been cast with the traceless stretching spell...

Forget it, let's find 'it' and get it back later.

........

Because of this little episode, Wayne and Hermione wasted a lot of time, but after Toby and Norman finished talking about the situation in the Shrieking Shack, Hermione suddenly lost interest in it.

There were no ghosts or spirits in it, just a dilapidated house.

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So after buying the broomstick care tools, the two went directly to the Hog's Head.

Aberforth was very happy to see Wayne, and the first thing he said was to make Hermione Lei's heart burn.

"Is my brother finally dead? I heard that he hasn't appeared in school for a long time."

"You should know better than me." Wayne sat on the bar with a smile and said, "If the headmaster is really dead, then someone should ask you to inherit his vault now, right?"

Aberforth snorted coldly: "A bunch of Dementors are surrounding the school, but he, the headmaster, is missing."

"Damn wanted criminal, I haven't made a single business in the past two months!"

This is probably the real reason why Aberforth is angry.

Most of the people who often visit the Hog's Head are strange wizards or even dark wizards, doing all kinds of shameful things here.

Now that the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic and the Dementors of Azkaban are gathered in Hogsmeade, how can any dark wizard dare to come here to trade.

I'm afraid he will be sent directly to Azkaban.

Aberforth hasn't sold a bottle of wine in the past few days, and he is almost closing the shop.

Putting the fish and chips in front of the two, Aberforth also sat at the bar and asked curiously: "Where did he go?"

"He hasn't been in school for two months. This has never happened before."

Hermione also looked at Wayne. Many students noticed Dumbledore's disappearance, but no one paid much attention to it, thinking that the headmaster was busy.

"It's related to Voldemort." Wayne looked at it, "Where's the ketchup? How can I eat fries without ketchup?"

.... ......... ...

"Damn American habits." Aberforth muttered, but still took out the ketchup for Wayne.

"Did he find clues about the Dark Lord?"

"There are many clues, and I don't know which one the headmaster is tracking. ”

He hadn’t heard from Dumbledore recently, and only knew about it when Crouch said he was going to Azkaban.

He should be tracking clues about the Horcruxes.

That’s good too. People need to move more when they get old. It’s easy to get sick if they stay in school every day.

.......

Hermione and Wayne didn’t stay in the Hog’s Head for too long. They just chatted with Aberforth, and then it was time.

Except Snape, the other three deans came. After counting the number of people and making sure that no little wizards were left behind, they took everyone back to the castle.

The students had a lot of fun this time. Many of them were carrying packages, which made Wayne feel heartbroken.

He should have earned this money...

When they came back, Harry had just finished tutoring Snape.

“Here.” Hermione gave him some candies and chocolates. “This is what Wayne asked me to bring you. How were you today, Harry? ”

“It was terrible.” Harry held the candy with despair, “I had a whole day of Potions class.”

“Except me, the rest were all Slytherins, and Snape deducted 20 points from me for various reasons.”

Hermione frowned. She was used to Harry being deducted points by Snape.

“Think about it in a positive way. This is the professor’s extra tutoring?”

“Your final grade will definitely not be too bad.”

Harry looked at her: “Your way of comforting people is becoming more and more like Wayne.”

It made sense and hurt his heart, so he didn’t know what expression to use to match it.

Hermione blushed slightly and changed the subject: “Don’t eat candy now. The dinner is about to start. Save your stomach.” "

After that, Hermione took the bag and went back to the dormitory.

After a simple rest, the young wizards walked out of the lounge and came to the newly decorated auditorium.

Hundreds of pumpkin lanterns floated in the sky, and there were a large group of flying bats. Ghosts shuttled between the long tables. This was their festival.

The food tonight was much richer than usual. Cedric stopped eating halfway and looked at Wayne next to him.

"Why is your dish so different from mine?"Is it different from ours?"

"A house elf made it for me. Do you want to try it?"

As he said that, Wayne put a large piece of meat on his plate.

Cedric ate ​​it and immediately hissed, "It's so spicy. Where's the water?"

He drank a large glass of lemonade and finally felt better.

"It tastes good, but it's too spicy. Which house elf made it?"

"You'll know when you become the headmaster. "Veen took a sip of borscht and looked at the guest of honor.

Lupin and Flitwick were chatting enthusiastically, both of them were laughing non-stop, and they didn't notice that Snape's frequent glances at Lupin were murderous.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout both had red wine in front of them, and they clinked glasses from time to time and talked happily.

Veen finally looked at Trelawney.

Last Halloween, she made a true prophecy.

Will she continue the tradition this year and continue to perform superbly? Death.