Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

Two bottles of Phoenix King Tears and a bag of Nirvana Ashes.

Wayne even gave Snape a bottle of ten-year-old Water of Life.

Seeing Wayne so generous for the first time, the old bat was still a little uncomfortable. In gratitude, he actually sent Wayne out of the house for the first time.

Is this the deterrent power of the supplier father~?

...

It was the day of school again. The students who had been crazy for the whole holiday boarded the Hogwarts Express and headed for the Scottish Highlands.

With the lesson learned last time, there were no blind Dementors to stop the train and search on this journey.

In the evening, the train arrived smoothly.

Walking on the snow, walking into the campus, the students enjoyed a sumptuous dinner, and then followed the prefects of each college back to the lounge.

As soon as they returned to the lounge, the badgers who were just chatting were immediately shocked.

"Third-year Transfiguration! Exchange for Defense Against the Dark Arts, anyone?"

"Fifth-year potions are on sale, you only need one Astronomy and History of Magic and you can take it away immediately!"

"I didn't write anything, but I can copy a copy for you. Is there anyone willing to hire me? Only for third-year students and below, come with standard answers."

The lounge turned into a vegetable market, and the homework in the hands of the little wizards became their bargaining chips.

Hannah ran back to the dormitory, took out the lamb pie she made, and exchanged the Defense Against the Dark Arts and Herbology homework (Hermione's) from Wayne.

It is estimated that many people will stay up late to study tonight, even Cedric is copying his roommate's divination homework.

"You can't just copy here." Seeing that Cedric even copied his made-up prophecy, his roommate finally couldn't sit still:

"How can there be an identical prophecy? Professor Trelawney will definitely see through it at a glance."

"What should I do?" Cedric had a headache: "I'm afraid my prophecy won't look like it."

"As long as you write it tragically enough, you'll get a high score regardless of whether it looks like it or not." The roommate came up with a good idea.

"That makes sense. Then I'll write that I'll die next year." Cedric nodded in agreement and continued to write furiously.

Wayne: "....."

Now he looked at Cedric like an old general on the stage.

......

Not only Hufflepuff, but every lounge was full of vitality, and everything was blooming.

When they learned that Hermione's homework was all with Wayne, Harry and Ron let out a miserable howl.

Hermione looked at Harry strangely: "You've been in school for the whole holiday, and it only takes two days to finish all the homework..."

"You can't even spare this little time, what are you doing?"

Harry lowered his head in embarrassment.

Can he say that he was emo a few days ago, and then he returned to normal after Lupin's guidance?

During this Christmas, Harry also learned that Lupin was originally a classmate of his father and Black.

Lupin said a lot about his fatherWhat happened back then.

Also advised him not to hold all the hatred in his heart, his parents definitely didn't want him to live for revenge.

Harry listened to some of it, but he didn't forget it, he just suppressed the hatred in his heart.

Then he took several tutoring classes with Lupin to learn the Patronus Charm, and in the blink of an eye, school started...

"You make it sound easy." Ron muttered, "You're the only one who can finish it in two days, we need at least four days."

Hermione smiled, "I'm sorry, you only have less than 24 hours now."

Ron shuddered and pulled Harry to find Lavender Brown.

........

On the first day of school, most of the students appeared in the hall with dark circles under their eyes.

Toby and Norman were both emitting fairy spirits, as if they were going to meet Merlin in the next second.

They didn't sleep all night last night, not because they were catching up on their homework, but because they were practicing the charging technique Wayne taught them.

"I've worn out a whole pack of No. 5 batteries..." Toby said lightly, numbly stuffing a piece of bread into his mouth, "Wayne, can't you design the spell to be simpler?"

"If you keep practicing, I won't even have the money to buy batteries."

"It's simple enough." Wayne shrugged: "Practice for a while, you will definitely be able to use it proficiently."

"And can't you use the repair spell to restore the broken battery? Why are you so distressed?"

Toby's body trembled suddenly, looking at Norman who was also shocked, and finally the two said in unison:

"Why didn't you tell us last night!"

"I was sleeping at that time." Wayne yawned, "You didn't throw away the damaged battery?"

Toby and Norman looked at each other, wanting to cry but not crying.

Until the divination class, they were still worried about their pocket money.

"Children, please don't be sad." Trelawney looked at the two with concern: "Sadness will only make you encounter greater suffering."

Norman swallowed: "Professor, what do you mean..."

"Ah..." Trelawney shook her head regretfully: "Face the reality with a smile, the things you worry about will always happen, it is inevitable."

Hearing her say this, the two became even more nervous.

"Sherlock, what are you worried about?" Ron asked curiously.

"Zero, pocket money." Norman said with a stiff face: "Professor, we are not going to lose a lot of money, are we?"

Trelawney just looked at the two of them mysteriously, and suddenly widened her eyes: "Other students should also pay attention, there will be a flu that will hurt you soon."

"But don't worry, I have told Madam Pomfrey, she has prepared a special medicine for you."

"Thank you, professor." Lavender Brown said with emotion.

Many girls also looked at Trelawney with admiration, and Wayne quietly rolled his eyes.

Every January and February, many people will catch a cold. This has almost become a law in Hogwarts. Do you still need to predict it?

With her excellent ability to deceive people, Trelawney now has a large group of little fans, such as Lavender Brown and the Patil sisters.

These people run to the tower when they have nothing to do, and sigh to a certain student when they come back. They have been completely deceived.

But there is one advantage of taking Trelawney's class, that is, leisure.

Just like going to a lecture by a success guru, as long as you don't get fooled, you can treat her as a fun thing.

But...if you face Professor McGonagall with such an attitude, you can only wish for the best.

The school has just started, and the little wizard is still in the holiday state. He can't concentrate on the class at all, which makes Professor McGonagall very angry.

The result is that today's homework has become fourteen inches long, which is twice as long.

Students who have not completed their holiday homework have to go to her office to finish their homework after dinner.

"What are you looking at?"

Noticing that Wayne's eyes have been lingering in the direction of Ron and Harry, Hermione asked curiously.

Wayne whispered in the little witch's ear: "George and Frey have replaced Ron's ink with invisible ink. I wonder when it will take effect."

Hermione's face suddenly became extremely wonderful.

"Ron is their biological brother..."

"It is precisely because he is their biological brother that they use him for experiments." Wayne looked at Ron who was still laughing with Harry and shook his head helplessly.

"Even if he is discovered, as long as he is given some pocket money, the matter will be over."

Hermione wondered if her attitude towards Ron was too bad.

The poor child's life is miserable enough, so miserable that she couldn't help but feel sympathy.

.......

"Hey, isn't this Brot?"

When Harry followed the crowd to the outer corridor of the hall, Malfoy also 'happened' to come with his two followers.

Malfoy quickly found Harry, his eyes lit up, and he blocked him directly.

"Malfoy, what do you want to do again?" Harry said with strong anger.

If he hadn't seen a greasy figure standing not far away, he would never have been so polite.

"Nothing, just a good news to share with you." Malfoy's expression was very annoying, looking at Harry with his nose: "I have learned the Patronus Charm, and I can also summon a physical Patronus."

"I heard that you went to Lupin for tutoring during the holidays. How is your practice going?"

Harry's body trembled slightly.

Although he has made great progress, he has only made the fog several times thicker, and there is still a certain distance from the entity.

Since taking tutoring lessons with Wayne, his performance has always been better than Malfoy.

But this time, he lost completely.

"It looks like you haven't learned it yet?" MalHarry laughed even more happily.

"Potter, you can't do this. Don't drag down my progress. Should I talk to Wayne about it? Should I have a private lesson?"

"No need." Harry raised his head. "I just want to talk to Wayne. It's no fun to learn Patronus all the time."

He suddenly laughed: "It's been a long time since we had actual combat training. Why don't we have a duel this weekend? What do you think, Master Malfoy?"

Malfoy was no longer proud.

In actual combat, he was no match for Harry.

Ron added: "Your family must be very happy that you can use the Patronus. After all, I heard that all Death Eaters can't learn this magic."

Malfoy's face was as pale as paper. Harry and Ron smiled at each other. At this time, a familiar and annoying voice came from behind them:

"Weasley, why are you making a loud noise in the corridor? Gryffindor will deduct five points."

Harry and Ron cursed in their hearts at the same time, but they didn't dare to refute on the surface. They hurriedly walked a few steps and left Malfoy and Snape.

Until he was sure that they couldn't hear him, Ron complained: "Snape must have been poked in the sore spot by me. He was also a Death Eater before and couldn't learn this magic at all."

"You must learn it as soon as possible, and then perform it in front of him to disgust him once."

Harry nodded heavily.

......

In the afternoon, Wayne had no classes, so he went back to the lounge directly after dinner.

Hermione followed the other little wizards to the venue, waiting for the Care of Magical Creatures class.

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Currently, Hagrid has a good reputation among students.

With Wayne's advice, the magical animals he chooses for each class are just right.

They are cute and not too dangerous.

Of course, some boys are dissatisfied. They come to class to see those mighty magical animals, such as the Hippogriff in the first class.

Hagrid was also tempted, but Wayne brought out Neville's injury and threatened him with a long list of legal provisions, which dispelled Hagrid's idea.

It can be said that Wayne is worried about the safety of this "big friend" and the little wizards in class.

Dumbledore should really give him a teacher's allowance.

But Hagrid was a little different today, and he was absent-minded.

He gave each of them a bucket of Flobberworms, and asked them to collect mucus and feed them.

He sat aside in a daze, frowning.

Malfoy's face turned green: "You let us play with these disgusting things in class?"

"Slytherin will lose ten points for questioning the professor's course." Hagrid glared at him and started to be dazed again, making Malfoy's face red, almost as red as Ron's hair.

So a group of people gathered around the small wooden barrel and started to sit empty.

With a strong push of the hand, the sticky mucus was hung down.

The whole process looks very relaxing, but only those who have tried it know how uncomfortable it is.

Harry was so disgusted that he held his breath and concentrated, and his hands were now full of the stench of mucus.

But when he saw Hermione next door wearing a glove, he was stunned.

"Hermione, where did you get your gloves?"

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"I carry all the teaching aids with me." Hermione squeezed out a lot of mucus with a skillful force.

Harry was even more confused: "I saw you didn't bring anything when you came just now."

"Go ask Wayne."

It is illegal to abuse the traceless extension spell, and Hermione only mentioned it vaguely.

Harry understood and was immediately envious.

If he had a bag like this, he would save a lot of trouble. At least when he went to play Quidditch, he wouldn't have to carry so many bags.

But he was reluctant to ask Wayne to buy one. It was said that one bag cost dozens of Galleons.

After class, in order to find out what happened to Hagrid, Hermione, Harry, and Ron stayed behind.

"Hagrid, are you in trouble?" Harry asked.

"No." Hagrid sighed, "I have an old friend... who has not been feeling well recently."

"Do you need potions?"

Hermione said enthusiastically, "I can make some simple potions. If it's complicated, you can also ask Wayne."

"Thank you, Hermione." Hagrid forced a smile, "But this is not a disease, it's just that I'm old. No one can reverse the cycle of life, aging, illness and death."

The three of them fell silent, not knowing how to comfort Hagrid.

This kind of thing is not something they can help with.

In the end, the three of them just chatted with Hagrid and temporarily diverted his attention.

But seeing that Hagrid was not in high spirits, they left after sitting for a while.

On the other side, Wayne was studying the potion formula given to him by Snape.

The complexity of this formula is not inferior to that of the Felicis Felix. It uses a variety of drug neutralization and the technique of using poison to fight poison. It can be seen how much hard work Snape has put in.

After studying for an afternoon, Wayne also gained a lot.

He wanted to improve a potion that can regenerate broken limbs based on this pharmacy, and he already had a general idea and prototype.

When it was time for dinner, Hermione told him about Hagrid.

"Friend?"

Wayne frowned slowly.

"Did he say who it was?"

"No."

Hermione said, "He just said it was an old friend, and he had known him for more than fifty years. We were too embarrassed to ask who it was."

Wayne was even more confused.

More than fifty years, basically the same age as Hagrid, even ordinary peopleHe is not dying of old age.

Besides Dumbledore and the professors at school, who else would be friends with Hagrid outside...

Wait.

Wayne's face changed slightly.

Could it be Aragog?

He had only gone to the Forbidden Forest to buy goods in October last year, and Aragog was still fine at that time.

"Do you know that person?"

Seeing Wayne's face changing, Hermione asked in a low voice.

"I'm not sure who it is yet." Wayne shook his head: "I'll go ask him later."

"Later?" Hermione looked at the current time: "Are you in such a hurry? You can go tomorrow."

"It's better to ask clearly earlier. Maybe I can help."

If Aragog is really going to die, he can't just sit there and watch.

This is his designated milk cow. Without Aragog, where can he collect so much Acromanthus venom?

After dinner, Wayne walked straight out of the castle and came to Hagrid's cabin 5.