Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"I'm going to kill you, ah!"

In the iron-clad basement, there were shrill screams.

Old Barty Crouch stood expressionlessly, watching his son being whipped, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Wayne held a black whip, with a happy smile on his face, and whipped Barty Crouch Jr.'s body again and again.

"This is a new gadget I invented. It won't leave any scars on the body, but each one is equivalent to a Cruciatus Curse. What do you think?"

"Kill me if you have the guts, otherwise I...I will definitely kill you!"

While screaming, Barty Jr. also gritted his teeth and cursed, blurting out various words starting with F.

"You still have the energy to curse?" Wayne frowned, somewhat dissatisfied, and said, "It seems that the design was still conservative, and the strength should be increased."

As he spoke, his pupils flashed with a captivating green light, and little Barty's curses stopped instantly, and the howling was creepy.

"Is this how you and Bellatrix tortured the Longbottoms?"

Wayne exerted force on his hand suddenly, and Barty's right hand showed a strange bend, and it was actually directly broken.

That's right, he said that this whip would not cause any scars.

But he didn't say that it couldn't be broken.

After the starlight tempering, Wayne's strength also reached a terrifying level, and it was still constantly improving. If Voldemort played close combat with him, Wayne could twist his head off with a slap.

Sometimes the wizarding world also has to follow the laws of physics.

"Do you know the Longbottoms?"

Crouch's brows slowly wrinkled, and a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes.

But he couldn't help but speak out, interrupting Wayne's spellcasting and whipping.

If he continued to beat like this, little Barty would either be whipped to death or tortured crazy by the Cruciatus Curse.

Strictly speaking, he was the director of the Law Enforcement Department at the time, and the Longbottoms were also his subordinates. The two were tortured crazy by their son, and he also felt guilty.

"I don't know them."

Wayne exhaled lightly and put away the whip.

"I just heard about them and thought your son was really a piece of shit, so I just vented."

Crouch remained silent.

If it weren't for his wife's pleading, he would really let little Barty die in Azkaban.

But there are not so many ifs in the world. He and his wife only have this one son.

"Let's go."

After Wayne finished the call, he felt refreshed and told Crouch.

"Go eat first." Crouch looked at Little Barty: "I'll treat him first."

"Don't worry, he won't die."

Wayne spoke lightly, and then walked out of the basement. Crouch hesitated for two seconds and followed 097 up.

Winky prepared a sumptuous breakfast, and even the eggs had five or six different ways of cooking, fearing that this terrible boy would find fault with it.

While eating breakfast, Wayne said:

"Professor Dumbledore has agreed, you can prepare it without hesitation."

Crouch was shocked, "I know, there will be no mistakes."

"The competition items should also be changed." Wayne reminded: "The traditional triathlon does not provide enough energy, and more needs to be added."

"I know." Crouch wrote down Wayne's requests one by one.

"How are other things going? Well, don't make the dessert so sweet next time."

After the meal, Winky cleverly brought a pot of hot tea. Wayne tasted the dessert and almost scared Winky to tears with just a casual suggestion.

"Very successful." Crouch answered seriously: "I have won over three office directors, two directors, and many employees from other important departments."

"But because of the special nature of the Auror Office, I have not taken action."

Crouch added: "Scrimgeour is a very sensitive person."

"Don't worry about him."

Wayne said calmly, "He can't sit in the position of Auror Chief for too long. Pay attention to collecting evidence of his uncleanness, and then cooperate with Mrs. Greengrass."

Crouch nodded silently.

He has learned about Wayne's methods and does not think that the other party is talking big.

Besides...if it really can't be done, isn't there the trick of physical salvation?

Wayne asked Crouch to write a report on the current progress, and he would take it back to the lobbying group to change the details at any time, and then took out the water of life condensed yesterday.

The original one-third of the bottle was divided by him, and only a thin layer of the bottom was left.

"What is this?" Crouch asked in confusion.

Wayne threw the crystal bottle to him: "It's your salary. If you don't want it, you can give it to someone else."

"This bottle of water of life represents ten years of life."

Crouch's hands couldn't help but tremble, and his eyes were full of shock.

"You didn't lie to me?"

"You'll know if you try it?"

Hearing this, Crouch hesitated for two seconds, then opened the bottle and drank it all.

Soon, his body underwent amazing changes.

The gray temples turned golden, and the wrinkles on his face were reduced by more than half.

Crouch felt that his body had returned to a peak. Although it was not the peak state, it also made him excited.

Wayne joked: "Congratulations, you can have a son now."

Old Barty was still a little bit unbelievable, "Such a valuable thing, you just gave it to me so easily?"

His age is not very old among wizards, and he can live for a long time, but who doesn't want a young and healthy body?

"GeneralShould I give you some benefits? "

Wayne said nonchalantly: "Mr. Crouch, you are an excellent partner. Only if you regain your ambition and energy in the past can you serve me better."

"I understand." Crouch nodded heavily.

Having a generous and powerful boss is undoubtedly a good thing for him.

As his body became ten years younger, Crouch's ambitions seemed to be re-stimulated:

"Can you give me some more water of life? Don't get me wrong, I don't want to use it, but I want to give it to some people in need."

"For example..." Crouch smiled meaningfully: "There are many people in the Wizengamot Wizards who are already old."

"It's been prepared for you a long time ago." Wayne waved his hand, and a thumb-sized bottle appeared on the table.

"Each bottle is for one year. You can decide who to give it to. Don't ask me."

"If it's not enough, you can come to me again. "

Crouch carefully put it away, "Great, with these, it won't be difficult for you to join the Wizengamot now."

Wayne shook his head and refused, "I have no interest in this. If Dumbledore retires one day, maybe I can become a chief wizard."

Crouch's mouth twitched.

Chief wizard... you really dare to think.

"Okay, now that we have finished talking about business, it's time to talk about personal matters." Wayne rubbed his hands.

"Do you know that there is an employee named Kevin Zhang in your department?"

Crouch lowered his head and thought. He never liked to remember the names of his employees, because in his opinion, these people were not important.

But since Wayne asked... he had to think about it carefully.

After a long time, Crouch said: "There is such a person, working as a staff member in the International Office of Magical Law, he is..."

"My future father-in-law. "Wayne did not shy away from it and privately confirmed the relationship between the two.

"You... have quite a lot of relatives."

Crouch gave such an evaluation after a long while.

"I understand what you mean. His position will change soon."

Crouch thought Wayne wanted him to help promote Mr. Zhang's position, but Wayne shook his head.

"You must take care of him, but you can't promote him for no reason."

"I have a suggestion. How about letting him work on Christmas? This is also a credit, and others can't find fault with it."

Crouch's face gradually became strange: "Are you sure he is your father-in-law, not your enemy? ”

What a mean person.

Not letting the family reunite on Christmas, and even asking him to be on duty by name.

Wayne stroked his palm with a sigh, "He is indeed my father-in-law, but he has always been brooding over the fact that I kidnapped his daughter two years ago."

"Well, I want Qiu to accompany me to celebrate with an elder.On Christmas, I can only let him down. "

Crowley looked at the boy with a complicated expression.

Being this guy's father-in-law... Kevin Zhang is really unlucky.

...

Two days later, in the evening.

Wayne came to Qiu's house on time to visit.

It was Qiu's mother, Mrs. Zhang, who opened the door. When she saw Wayne, she smiled gently:

"Come in quickly, Auntie is preparing the meal. It will be ready in a while. I heard from Qiu that you are used to eating oriental food, so it should be okay, right?"

"Of course, Auntie's cooking skills are so good, and I am not picky about food."

Wayne's obedient answer made Mrs. Zhang smile more cordially.

Following into the house, a cold snort came from the living room, and Qiu greeted him with a snicker.

"You really dare to come? ”

Wayne blinked: "Didn't we agree? As long as uncle agrees, you have to go with me."

Qiu gave him a look of blessing, and pulled the boy to the living room to sit down.

"Hello, uncle."

"Yeah." Mr. Zhang responded coldly, and Wayne didn't care. He sat next to Qiu, and the two whispered, their bodies pressed tightly together.

Seeing his daughter and Wayne being intimate, Mr. Zhang's palms were blue and his teeth were almost broken.

Wayne had come before, but he had never been as arrogant as this time.

Does he really treat his old father as a transparent person?

The atmosphere in the living room became very strange. On one side was Mr. Zhang's loneliness and desolation, and on the other side was the tenderness of the boy and girl.

Qiu is not without Noticing her father's displeasure, she just wanted to tell him in this way that she liked Wayne very much, so that he would agree later.

But it seemed to have the opposite effect.

The deadlock was not broken until Mrs. Zhang invited several people to dinner.

Mrs. Zhang runs a small restaurant, so her cooking skills are naturally needless to say.

Anyway, Wayne praised every dish very well, and Mrs. Zhang couldn't stop smiling.

This didn't sound perfunctory, but sincere.

"If you like it, eat more, and you can come often in the future." Mrs. Zhang looked at Wayne who was still picking food for Qiu, and she became more and more satisfied.

Seeing that there was almost no place for him at home, Mr. Zhang finally couldn't help it and coughed heavily to show his presence.

As a result, Mrs. Zhang looked over with disgust.

"Do you have a cold? If you have a cold, finish eating and leave the table quickly, so as not to infect Qiu and Wayne. ”

“No, dear.” Mr. Zhang was embarrassed: “I just want to say something.”

He looked at Qiu mysteriously, “You don’t know yet, Hogwarts will be very lively next semester.”

Sure enough, Qiu became curious.

“Why?”

“There is a big event to be held in Hogwarts.” Mr. Zhang said mysteriously: “After the department is busy with the World Cup, it will start preparing. You students are so lucky.Good luck, you will witness history soon. "

"What kind of event is it?" Qiu became more and more curious. Mr. Zhang had kept him waiting for a long time, and finally stopped keeping him in suspense:

"It's the Triwizard Tournament. The event that has been stopped for hundreds of years will be resumed next year."

"I thought it was something else..."

To Mr. Zhang's surprise, Qiu lowered his head in frustration.

"Don't you know what the Triwizard Tournament is?" He said puzzledly. Just as he was about to explain the content of the Triwizard Tournament, Qiu said listlessly:

"I know. Wayne told me two years ago. If you didn't mention it, I would have forgotten about it."

Mr. Zhang looked at the boy stiffly, and Wayne smiled embarrassedly:

"I have a good relationship with Madam Maxime. He told me. ”

Mr. Zhang then remembered that the boy in front of him was not an ordinary person. He won the Order of Merlin and participated in the potion competition. Not long ago, he was heard to have killed more than a hundred Dementors.

"Puff!"

Looking at her husband's depressed expression, Mrs. Zhang finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Okay, let's eat quickly, it will get cold soon."

.......

After dinner, Qiu and Mrs. Zhang cleaned the kitchen, while Wayne and Mr. Zhang came to the living room.

"Uncle, I need your help with something."

Wayne took the lead in bringing up the topic.

Mr. Zhang nodded without comment, motioning him to continue.

"I'm going to an elder's house for Christmas this year, and I want Qiu to go with me."

"Impossible! "Mr. Zhang almost jumped up.

"Qiu will not go with you."

How could he agree when his precious daughter only came back once every six months.

"I am doing this for Qiu's own good."

Wayne was not discouraged by being rejected, and continued: "You have to be on duty at the Ministry of Magic this year, and Auntie has to run the restaurant. Qiu will be bored at home alone, so why not let her spend the holiday with me, so she won't be lonely."

He had already found out everything.

Because they are Chinese, Qiu's parents are not too interested in Christmas.

In order to make more money, Mrs. Zhang usually does not take a break on Christmas.

"How do you know I have to be on duty?" Mr. Zhang asked curiously: "I didn't tell you when we were having dinner just now."

"It doesn't matter." Wayne poured him a cup of tea: "Uncle, you don't want Qiu to spend Christmas alone, do you? ”

Mr. Zhang’s eyes dimmed, but he still didn’t agree directly, “You have to ask your aunt about this.”

“Huh?” Wayne pretended to be surprised.

“Aren’t you the one who makes the decisions at home?”

Good boy, you have good vision!

Mr. Zhang’s favorable impression of Wayne improved a lot.

Soon, Qiu and Mrs. Zhang cleaned up the kitchen and came over, and Wayne mentioned the matter again.

"You have to be on duty this year?" Mrs. Zhang looked at him in surprise, "Why didn't you tell me just now?"

"I didn't expect to tell you." Mr. Zhang smiled bitterly.

"Mr. Crouch just informed me today, and said...after this time, my position can be promoted."

"Then Qiu..." Mrs. Zhang looked at her daughter hesitantly.

"Let Wayne and I go."

Qiu didn't expect it to be so coincidental, so she agreed. In fact, she also wanted to spend the holiday with Wayne.

Finally, it was settled.

After sitting for a while, Wayne stood up and said goodbye.

Qiu wanted to see him off, but Mr. Zhang stood up.

"I'll see him off."

"Dad, don't bully Wayne." Qiu said worriedly.

Mr. Zhang's fists were hard.

How come the little cotton jacket is leaking everywhere after just wearing it this year?

When he got outside, Mr. Zhang asked in confusion: "I still don't understand. How did you know about the decision made by the department?"

Wayne smiled shyly: "Mr. Crouch and I have a good relationship. I just mentioned you when we were chatting the day before yesterday."

Mr. Zhang didn't react until the boy disappeared in a taxi.

"Little bastard! It turned out that you were the one who tricked me!".