Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

"Professor, how did you check the Holy Grail?"

In the principal's office, Wayne asked again.

"No problems were found. I am no longer worried about the safety of the Holy Grail."

Wayne's face showed joy: "Do you agree?"

"I know you are anxious, but don't be anxious yet.".

Wayne's face darkened, but Dumbledore smiled: "There is no problem with the Holy Grail, but the danger of the game has indeed increased greatly, so I am still considering..."

"Just tell me, what will make you agree." Wayne didn't want to argue with Dumbledore, so he asked directly.

If Dumbledore's conditions were too harsh, he would start a Holy Grail War himself, and he didn't believe that he couldn't gather enough people.

"There are two conditions." Dumbledore said softly: "The first one was not proposed by me, but by Madame Maxime and Vice Principal Volley."

"She thinks it would be too bullying if you participated in the competition."

"In order to avoid dampening the enthusiasm of other students, this competition..."

"No problem." Wayne said simply, "I didn't plan to participate in the competition, just tell me the second condition."

"I haven't thought about it yet."

Dumbledore smiled gently, "The second condition is purely my personal selfishness, but I don't seem to need your help now, so let's leave it for later."

After a moment of silence, Wayne nodded slowly.

"Okay, but I'll make it clear in advance that the request is not too much. If I feel embarrassed, don't blame me for not admitting it."

Dumbledore nodded: "This is what I should do. I will be careful."

"Then I will inform Mr. Crouch when I get back."

The two of them reached an agreement, and the matter was settled.

"Can I keep the Holy Grail here?" Dumbledore asked: "The sealing magic on it is very wonderful. I want to study it again."

"It doesn't matter how long you want to study it. I'm only interested in the secrets inside."

Having achieved his goal, Wayne was ready to slip away.

Before leaving, he suddenly remembered something and snapped his fingers, and the Sorting Hat was summoned.

"I forgot to give this back to you."

"Hey, Dumbledore, have you returned to school?" The Sorting Hat asked curiously.

Dumbledore slapped his forehead.

He said he felt something was missing in his office.

It turned out that the Sorting Hat was missing!

It had been so long since he came back, but he hadn't noticed it

"I'll return the hat to you first. Merry Christmas, Headmaster."

After saying that, Wayne put the Sorting Hat back on its original shelf and slipped out of the office.

The Sorting Hat sighed with some regret: "Why did you come back so soon? I haven't had enough fun yet."

"Hufflepuff's little wizardThe teachers are all talented and speak well. I want to stay there forever."

"How about you send me back?"

Listening to the Sorting Hat's chatter, Dumbledore felt a headache.

This school...is getting weirder and weirder.

.......

Early the next morning, after breakfast, the young wizards took the Thestrals and headed to the train station in Hogsmeade.

Almost all the Aurors and Dementors of the Ministry of Magic were evacuated.

Aurors are also human beings and need to take a holiday to rest. Because of the festive atmosphere, Dementors were afraid that they would disturb the residents of Hogsmeade because of the desire to eat. So they were sent back to Azkaban first.

Fudge's thoughtful move unexpectedly received a lot of praise.

The train started on time. In the compartment, the girls discussed their holiday arrangements, while Wayne was staring at the window in a daze.

"What's wrong? "Qiu noticed something was wrong with the boy and asked in a low voice.

"Nothing." Wayne came back to his senses and held Qiu's hand, "Before leaving school, I received a letter."

Hermione asked curiously, "Who wrote it to you?"

"It was Snape." Wayne's face became strange, "He asked me to go to him when I have time during the holidays."

Astoria's ahoge moved, and she said uncertainly, "You two's relationship... shouldn't be too good."

This is more implicit.

In fact, the relationship between the two is much worse.

Snape will never miss any opportunity to mock Wayne, and this happened countless times in the Potions class.

"It's just Snape unilaterally targeting me~ˇ." Wayne said confidently, "I respect every professor."

"Then why did he look for you? "Qiu asked puzzledly.

"Does he want to teach you a lesson during the holiday?" Ginny speculated with the greatest malice.

Except for Slytherin, all the students in the school hate Snape, but the ones who hate him the most are definitely Gryffindor.

"Ginny." Hermione said unhappily: "After all, Snape is a professor, he won't be so excessive."

"I guess he has something to ask Wayne."

"Forget it, I'll go and see if I have time." The old bat was so mysterious, Wayne was also very curious.

Now it was Ginny's turn to be unhappy: "Mom asked you to come to the Burrow, but you said you didn't have time. If you go to Snape, you will be free."

Wayne looked helpless: "I said I was not sure, and I didn't say I wouldn't go. "

He will spend Christmas at Nico's house this year. Nicolae Flamel's home is also in Devonshire, and the village of Ottery St. Catchpole where the Burrow is located is also in Devonshire, but there is still some distance between the two.

If he has everything sorted out, he should go there.

"By the way, who of you will spend Christmas with me to meet an elder." Wayne looked at the girls.

Hermione shook her head. She was going to Nordic skating with her parents.Snow.

Penelope couldn't do it either, she wanted to go home with her parents to see her grandparents.

Astoria was the first to raise her hand, but Daphne pushed it down again, saying bluntly:

"Mom won't agree, just give up on it."

Finally, Wayne could only look at Qiu.

"I don't have anything to do this year." The girl smiled: "If you can convince Dad, I'll go with you."

"That's what you said." Wayne confirmed to the girl.

He didn't have a way to deal with Mr. Zhang before, but now... hehe.

Future father-in-law, I heard that you work in the Department of International Magical Cooperation, right?

.......

The train arrived at King's Cross Station. Wayne exchanged a few words with a few acquaintances, and then Apparated back home, scaring Humphrey who was drinking tea in the living room.

"Now that we are back in the society of ordinary people, can we choose normal means of transportation?"

Humphrey wiped the tea stains on his shirt, his face darkened.

He wore new clothes today, and it was his first time to wear them.

"You didn't say you were coming today." Wayne said helplessly, stretched out his hand, and the tea stains on the white shirt were cleaned up.

"What a convenient ability." Humphrey was amazed, and after sighing, he said seriously:

"I know you have a day off today, and I came here to wait for you."

Humphrey's face became serious: "What's the matter with Nagini?"

"Have you seen her?" Wayne said in surprise.

"Last time I passed by your house, I happened to deliver two financial report documents, and I saw her." Humphrey's mouth twitched: "I thought there was a thief in the house."

"It's my fault for not telling you in advance." Wayne smiled shyly.

"That's not what I want to say." Looking at the boy, Humphrey asked tentatively: "Although Nagini is pretty, her age...isn't it a bit different from yours?"

God knows how shocked Humphrey was when he found out that his nephew had found a woman who was more than ten years older than him.

If he knew Nagini's real age, he would probably be even more devastated.

"Uncle, I know it." Wayne said nonchalantly: "Wizards have a longer lifespan than ordinary people, so this age difference is nothing."

"Is it so good to be a wizard?" Humphrey said enviously.

With his status and position, the only thing he pursues besides power is life.

"Don't worry." Wayne blinked: "With me here, your life has just begun."

Humphrey's breathing became rapid, and he didn't care about his nephew's behavior of pulling a cart with a small horse.

Who would care about these details if they could live a few more decades?

......

In the evening, Nagini rushed over and hugged Wayne as soon as she returned home.

"Master, I miss you."

"Sanae!" Gardevoir teleported over and shouted in dissatisfaction.

"Of course I miss you too, Gardevoir." Nagini hugged Gardevoir very happily.

The little maid was satisfied and her eyes curved into crescents.

In terms of closeness, among so many girls, Gardevoir still likes Nagini the most. After all, after she regained her human form during that period, Nagini has been living in a suitcase and staying with her every day.

After dinner, Wayne was concerned about Nagini's recent situation.

What made him happy was that the snake girl had completely integrated into the wizard world of this era and no longer had the fear and timidity at the beginning.

"Will you go to Nico's house with me on Christmas?" Wayne asked.

"I won't go."

Nagini shook her head slightly: "The store has the best business during the holidays, I can't leave."

Wayne said helplessly, "The store is just to give you something to do, don't take it so seriously."

"No." Nagini said seriously: "I must manage the store well, so as not to let you down."

Wayne felt that he had shot himself in the foot. He didn't want to train Nagini into a strong woman.

......

Under the gentle care of Gardevoir and Nagini, Wayne took a comfortable hot bath and lay on the bed.

With a thought, he opened the system panel and checked his points.

During the last lottery, he almost cleared all his points.

After a semester of accumulation, he now has more than 13,000 points.

Most of the points came from the sales of the Patronus Brooch, which sold nearly 1,500 pieces.

The rest was violations of school rules, and Snape occasionally provided some performance.

No major events were generated.

Complaining to the Ministry of Magic was a spontaneous act of the students, and it had nothing to do with him. Expelling Dementors did not meet the system's criteria for chaotic behavior.

However, locking Dumbledore outside the principal's office did provide him with two thousand points at once.

Anyway, the points would not produce offspring, so Wayne directly drew a hundred cards and threw them down.

The cards were broken one by one, blue cards were directly skipped, and purple cards were repeated, Wayne just glanced at them and no longer paid attention.

I don't know what happened, but this time he drew the Vulcan God's nest, and drew four cards in a row, which directly made this magic that he had not practiced much reach the master level of proficiency.

Finally, it was the fifth purple card, and a brand new skill came.

But after reading the introduction of the skill, Wayne showed a faint pain expression again.

[Giant Tongue Whip: Your tongue will become as flexible as the Lord of the River, and can be stretched and retracted at will, softened or hardened. The power is determined by the output of magic power. ]

He admitted that he was a vulgar man with unhealthy thoughts in his head.

He could not think of anything serious about this magicUses...

Forget it, it's better to have it than not.

Wayne shook his head and continued to flip the cards.

The remaining purple cards yielded nothing, and finally, he clicked on the gold card.

"¨~ Hmm? Another talent?"

The boy was shocked.

[Precision Talent 'Overtreatment': can convert vitality into physical storage for treatment or life extension. ]

At first glance, this talent has a lot of overlap with the function of the Phoenix King.

After all, in the heyday of the Phoenix King, he could even revive the dead, and any rewards related to treatment and life span were actually dispensable to Wayne.

But he read it twice again and found the most critical point of overtreatment.

Physical storage...

"Phoenix King..." Wayne called softly, and a ball of light appeared in the dark bedroom. The Phoenix King landed at the head of the bed and looked at the boy in confusion.

"Condense a few balls of life fire, and control them so that they don't dissipate."

Wayne absorbed the talent, and after roughly understanding the usage, he ordered.

The King of Phoenix never hesitated to execute the master's orders, and suddenly, several balls of pure white holy flames floated in the air.

Wrapping a ball of fire with magic power, Wayne activated the overdose healing talent.

The flame became dim and shrank in size, and drops of red liquid condensed from it.

Wayne quickly took out a crystal bottle and filled all the liquid.

The last few balls of fire all dissipated, and the small crystal bottle was only one-third full.

The red liquid was as bright as blood, and the concentration was extremely high. Even if it was shaken vigorously, there was no big fluctuation.

This is the purest life force, purer than the tears of the King of Phoenix and the ashes formed after Nirvana.

Wayne decided to name it the Water of Life.

In the past, these few balls of holy fire could add thirty years of life to a person. This is about what was given to Grindelwald last time.

That is to say, whoever drinks this bottle of water of life will instantly become thirty years younger, and even an old man can stand up and kick.

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"Chirp!"

The Phoenix King looked at the bottle curiously.

"You want to drink it?" Wayne looked at her in confusion.

"Isn't this formed by your power?"

"Chirp! Chirp!"

The Phoenix King cried a few more times, and Wayne finally understood what she meant.

This was indeed formed by her power, but compared to the holy fire, the water of life is even purer.

Although it won't be of much help to her, it will definitely taste very good to her.

"I want to keep these. If you make a few more balls of fire, I'll help you process them."

Wayne shook his head and put the bottle away.

The Phoenix King flew up happily, and this time the sacred fire was several times more than before.

Wayne rolled his eyes at her in displeasure, but stillHe worked tirelessly.

Fifteen minutes later.

The Phoenix King drank a whole bottle of water of life with satisfaction, hummed softly, and flew out of the window.

.......

The next day.

Wayne got up early, sent Nagini to work in Diagon Alley, and then came to Crouch's home.

"Did Dumbledore agree?"

Crouch asked impatiently after driving away the house elf Winky.

He is more concerned about the Holy Grail War than Wayne now.

Only when the true power of the Holy Grail is determined can the illusory hope in his heart become real.

"Don't worry." Wayne picked up the dessert on the table and took a bite.

"Come here in a hurry, I haven't even had breakfast yet."

"Winky." Crouch shouted in a deep voice: "Go prepare breakfast for Mr. Lawrence!"

"Yes, Master!"

Winky answered loudly outside and ran into the kitchen in a hurry.

"Let's go." After finishing the cake, Wayne clapped his hands.

"Where to go?" Crouch was confused: "Don't you want to have breakfast?"

"Isn't there still some time?" Wayne smiled and said:

"I haven't tortured your son for a long time, and I'm a little itchy now."

Crouch: "......".