Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

"Mr. Lawrence, what big thing are you going to do this year to get another Order of Merlin?" Fudge joked:

"If it were you, I would try my best to convince the organizing committee to raise the level of the medal."

"That depends on fate." Wayne smiled and drank a sip of Shake Up beer.

"The second-level medal is not very attractive. If it is the first level, I am willing to try hard."

Flitwick and Professor McGonagall coughed awkwardly.

Why is this so Versailles?

They don't even have a third-level medal, and you don't even look down on the second-level one.

How can the professors live like this?

"It's a bit difficult." Fudge pretended to be distressed and said, "Why don't you invent a few more potions?"

"Or write a few more papers." Professor McGonagall quietly urged, "Lawrence, you haven't contributed to "Transfiguration Today" for a long time. Their editor-in-chief mentioned you to me a few days ago."

"If you are willing, "Wonderful Spells" is also a good choice." Professor Flitwick showed his presence, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

During the conversation, Fudge mentioned Mrs. Greengrass intentionally or unintentionally, looking very familiar.

Wayne also roughly understood his intention.

It is estimated that he knew about his relationship with Astoria and wanted to get close to Mrs. Greengrass through him.

Not long after, Rosmerta came over with the things ordered by several people and sat at the bar, facing several people.

"What wind blew you here?" Rosmerta asked.

Fudge twisted his body, as if he was observing if anyone was eavesdropping. After making sure it was safe, he lowered his voice and said, "What else could it be? Apart from Sirius Black, nothing is giving me a headache right now."

Hermione and Cho, who had been listening silently, also pricked up their ears.

Both of them were interested in Black's whereabouts. How did he manage to escape the net of the Ministry of Magic "893" for so long?

"Really?" Ms. Rosmerta complained with sarcasm on her face:

"You really should take care of those Dementors. They have come to search twice and scared away all my guests."

"I hate them too, Rosmerta." Fudge said uneasily, "But this is also to ensure everyone's safety. Be patient."

"Don't you think we are easy to bully?" Rosmerta said sharply, "Why don't those Dementors search Hogwarts Castle?"

Swish!

Several professors and Fudge looked at Wayne who was eating pie.

"What are you looking at me for?" Wayne was a little puzzled by the look.

Professor McGonagall had an inexplicable smile on her lips, while Fudge wiped the sweat off his fat face awkwardly and said self-deprecatingly: "With Lawrence and Dumbledore here, I think those guys wouldn't dare to go to Hogwarts even if there was an order from the Ministry of Magic?"

"SoSay, is that rumor true?" Madam Rosmerta stared at Wayne with wide eyes.

"Did you really kill more than a hundred Dementors?"

She heard about this from some students who sneaked over to buy wine. At first, she thought it was an exaggeration, but now it seems to be true.

"About the same, I didn't count exactly." Wayne shrugged.

"Well done, this meal is on me today." Rosmerta said very happily, wishing she could give Wayne a hug.

"To be honest, I still can't believe that Sirius Black would be that kind of person."

Since Black was mentioned, it is natural to reminisce about the past.

"You don't know everything." Fudge said angrily: "Few people know what kind of person he is."

"He betrayed his friends!"

"Are you referring to Peter Pettigrew? The victim who won the Order of Merlin, First Class?" Rosmerta asked in confusion, "Don't everyone know about it?"

"No." Professor McGonagall said sadly, "Do you remember who his best friend is?"

"Of course." Rosmerta smiled lightly, "The two are inseparable, as good as brothers, always making me laugh, um, just like the Weasley twins, James Potter and Sirius Black!"

The Christmas tree in front of the fireplace swayed.

Professor McGonagall nodded, "They are the leaders of that small group, and both of them are very smart."

"I have never seen such a troublemaker, knowing the appearance of Weasley, and... um... nothing."

Halfway through, McGonagall suddenly remembered that another person was still present, and stopped talking.

But Wayne had already felt offended.

"Professor... Is this how you see me? "Vien said hurt.

"Mr. Lawrence." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, "To be honest, I thought the Weasleys were invincible, until you showed up, I realized I was wrong."

"You are different from them. You commit fewer crimes, but every time you do it, you can scare me to death."

Fighting in a group, taking the lead in reporting professors, burning the forbidden forest, hanging students at the door of the auditorium, challenging the basilisk, killing a large number of dementors

Even if Wayne did many things right, it was very tiring.

Professor Flitwick chuckled, and Hermione and Qiu couldn't help laughing.

It's really rare to see a teenager being defeated.

The atmosphere immediately became more lively. After everyone finished laughing, Fudge continued to reveal:

"What I want to say is that it is related to James Potter. ”

“Potter used to trust Black very much, more than anyone else. Oh, Black was also Harry’s godfather. At that time, I was the director of the Department of Magical Hazards. I thought they would always be like this.”

Fudge’s face suddenly became angry: “But everyone was wrong. Many people don’t know that the mysterious man isHunting down the Potters, Dumbledore told the Potters to hide. "

"For safety, they hid their residence and chose the Fidelius Charm."

"What's the use of that thing?" Ms. Rosmerta asked curiously. Professor Flitwick cleared his throat and suddenly looked at Wayne again.

"Mr. Lawrence, you should know it, right?"

"Well, it's a very complicated spell." Wayne nodded gently: "It involves the soul, using magic to hide a secret in the soul of a living person."

"As long as the secret keeper actively leaks it, otherwise, even if it is right in front of you, you can't find the specific address."

"Even Voldemort can't crack it."

Hearing this name, several people shuddered.

"Keep your voice down, sir." Fudge even sat unsteadily: "We never mention that person's name. "

Wayne shrugged indifferently.

"So, the secret keeper they chose is Black?" The clever Hermione had obviously guessed something, and her face turned pale.

"That's it." Fudge nodded heavily: "Just one week after he became the secret keeper, Voldemort came..."

"That traitor!" Hagrid shouted angrily: "I met him when I went to pick up Harry, and I comforted him!"

"At that time, I thought he was grieving for James and Lily, but he was worried about Voldemort!"

Hagrid's voice was a little choked: "He gave me the motorcycle, and then went to kill Peter... You should all know what happened later."

"Keep your voice down, Hagrid! "Professor McGonagall tried her best to make him lower his voice. Many people were already paying attention here.

Bang!

The door of the Three Broomsticks was pushed open roughly. Everyone looked over and saw three figures hurriedly leaving.

"Professor Flitwick, I have a question." Wayne glanced at it and didn't pay any more attention.

"If...if the secret keeper didn't reveal the secret, but he was killed, then would the effect of the Fidelius Charm still exist?"

Professor Flitwick replied: "In that case, all the others who know the location will automatically become the secret keeper."

"What if...only one person knows?" Wayne naturally knew this 'common sense', and he wanted to ask about more special situations.

"Very interesting conjecture." Professor Flitwick also hesitated, "Perhaps, this spell will fail?"

"The reason why a secret is a secret is because someone knows it, right?"

"That makes sense. "Wayne nodded. If he had the chance, he would try it.

After listening to the big news, Ms. Rosmerta left with satisfaction.

Wayne finished his meal, and several professors finished their drinks and walked out of the door together.

Before leaving, Professor McGonagall solemnly warned several people.

"Remember, don't tell Potter everything you heard today. He is an impulsive child., I'm really afraid that he will do something stupid. "

The boy and the two girls nodded in unison.

Fudge had a worried look on his face, and Wayne leaned over.

"Minister, are you still worried about Black?"

"Yes." Fudge nodded bitterly: "It's been so long since we caught anyone, and the Ministry of Magic's support rate has dropped a bit."

"Sorry, sir." Wayne smiled: "It's not the Ministry of Magic's support rate, it's just your personal support rate."

Puff!

Another arrow pierced Fudge's body.

"Minister, I don't think you need to worry so much." Looking at Fudge's ugly face, Wayne chuckled.

"What is the purpose of sending out Dementors and Aurors in such a high-profile manner?"

"Of course it's to catch Black and protect the people. "Fudge said as a matter of course, but Wayne shook his head.

"Wrong."

"What's wrong?" Fudge looked at him puzzled.

Wayne said meaningfully: "It is to make the wizards believe that they are protected."

Fudge was shocked.

.......

Walking on the road, Hermione was still immersed in the secrets just revealed by the professors.

"Black and Harry's father are actually good friends... But, why did he betray James Potter?"

"Fear of death, or admiration for the strong?" Wayne said without comment: "The reasons for betrayal are nothing more than these two. At that time, Voldemort was powerful, and it was not surprising to do these things."

"If you want to blame, blame them for misjudging the person..."

"I can't believe he is a student of Gryffindor. "Hermione was furious.

"There are bad people and good people in every college." Qiu was very rational, which was in line with her identity as a Ravenclaw.

Suddenly, a dog barked, and a large group of people gathered at the door of the post office, cheering.

"Hey, isn't this the big black dog we met last time?"

Hermione pulled Wayne over, and Hannah was holding a chicken leg and giving a series of instructions to the black dog.

Sit down, stand up, shake hands, roll over.

Finally, she made the black dog do a backflip, and then she gave the chicken leg to the black dog with satisfaction.

"Hannah, you've played twice, it's time for me to come. "A girl quickly took the seat and started a new round of training, which made Wayne silent.

What sin did Sirius, the eldest son of the Black family, commit... to fall to this point.

Looking at the way the black dog was gnawing on the chicken leg, he must have been hungry for a long time.

Suddenly, Wayne felt his sleeve being pulled and looked sideways.

Qiu said a little embarrassedly: "Do you have any snacks? I want to try them too."

Wayne: "......."

..........

On the other side.

After rushing out of the Leaky Cauldron, Harry lowered his head and walked towards the castle.

Ron and Neville followed closely behind, observing him all the time.

Although the distance was far and he couldn't hear clearly, thanks to Hagrid's loud voice, Harry still captured the most critical information.

He finally understood why Mr. Weasley told him not to look for Black, and finally understood why Malfoy mocked him as a coward.

It turned out that Black was the real culprit who killed his parents!

Back in the dormitory, Harry searched the bedside table and found a photo album under a pile of books. This was a gift from Hagrid two years ago. There were photos of his parents in it. They were enchanted, moving, and laughing.

Tick, tick!

Looking at the red-haired woman in the photo smiling gently at him, Harry couldn't control himself and tears fell on the album.

He turned to another page, a black-haired man holding his father's hand, with long flowing hair and an unruly smile.

After careful observation, he found that this man looked very similar to the wanted criminal in the Daily Prophet.

The Black in the newspaper was much thinner, not so smiling, and his eyes were full of gloom.

"Harry, are you okay?" Ron pushed the door open and walked in. Seeing Harry staring at the photo, he asked cautiously.

"Malfoy is right." Harry suddenly said.

"What did you say?" Ron's face changed: "You don't really want to find Black, do you?"

"Shouldn't I?" Harry asked back: "He killed my parents, I want to avenge them."

"The Ministry of Magic will catch him." Neville twisted his body uneasily: "Harry, don't take risks, you are not his opponent, he will kill you."

"I hope the Ministry of Magic won't find him." Looking at the photo of Sirius Black smiling brightly, Harry said bitterly: "When the time comes, I will definitely catch him with my own hands!"

Ron and Neville looked at each other, they had never seen Harry like this.

"Keep an eye on him, don't let him do anything stupid." Ron quietly pulled Neville aside and whispered.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to find George and Fred. They have the water of life and death made by Wayne." Ron said quickly: "Let him have a good sleep. He will calm down when he wakes up."

"Then go quickly and come back quickly." The little fat man said fearfully: "I'm afraid I can't control him."

That night, Harry did not show up at the school dinner.

Ron did not control the dosage well. He put too much water of life and death, enough for Harry to sleep for two days and two nights.

Wayne ate Wellington steak and listened to the little wizards around him talking about the black dog they met in Hogsmeade.

"It's so smart. I almost doubt that it's a person. It can understand everything we say."

"Maybe it has the bloodline of magical animals?" Rove guessed after listening to everyone's description.

"I have a crup at home, but it's not so smart." Susan shruggedShrugging: "Unless the magical creature you are talking about is a three-headed dog, maybe there is still this possibility."

"But how can a three-headed dog's child be so young?"

"That's right." Rolf nodded, wrote down the matter of the black dog, and prepared to go back and ask his grandfather Newt.

"There is still a week before the holiday." Cedric sighed: "Time flies so fast, it feels like losing the game was just yesterday."

He invited Wayne: "Do you want to come out and play together during the holiday?"

"It depends on the time." Wayne did not agree immediately. He was always busy during the holiday, and this time was no exception.

After dinner, Wayne walked to the stairs and said goodbye to the badgers and walked upstairs.

All the way to the eighth floor.

The holiday will be soon, and he has to go to the Room of Requirement to purchase goods.