Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

"I'm sorry, Minister Fudge, the goods you need are out of stock in the store."

Nagini smiled, but said something that made Fudge and Scrimgeour feel disappointed.

"How could it be? So many countries have received the goods, why are they out of stock now?" Fudge asked anxiously, sweating profusely.

Nagini continued to smile: "You also said that there are too many orders from other countries, so the store has been out of stock, and there are still many orders that have not been delivered."

"When will the goods be available at the earliest?" Fudge asked again: "The price is negotiable, even the market price is fine."

What he needs most now is to tell the people that the Ministry of Magic is not short of money, and they will have what other countries have, and they will have more and better.

This is the only way to win back some people's hearts and make the next storm smaller.

"Sorry, I don't know the exact time." Nagini still smiled: "But the recent order volume has increased sharply. Before you came, I just received large orders from the Ministry of Magic in France and Italy. If the Ministry of Magic wants to get the goods, it will take at least half a year."

"Half a year?!" Fudge's tone suddenly rose: ~ "So long?"

"Are you deliberately making things difficult for us?" Scrimgeour suddenly said: "Just because the Ministry of Magic refused to cooperate last time, you are resentful-hearted?"

The smile on Nagini's face His expression turned cold: "Do you think this is the butter beer on the street? It's made as soon as it's made. Each one is the masterpiece of the alchemist master. The effort and process are unimaginable."

"Mr. Scrimgeour takes himself too seriously. The reason why our store's orders are so popular is thanks to your and the three Aurors' excellent performance in the meeting."

"If you can't wait, you can also buy a disposable anti-curse cloak. The price is much cheaper, which is just right for your cheap quality."

"You!"

Scrimgeour was red-hot on the spot after his wound was torn so bloody.

He is the director of the Auror Office and the head of the world's largest violent agency.

How dare a store manager in Diagon Alley talk to him like this? !

But under Fudge's fierce gaze, he still choked on the rest of his words, which made Nagini smile contemptuously.

They dare to go against her young master with this kind of stuff. They really don't know their own weight.

"Ms. Nagini, can you expedite the order or make ours in advance?" Fudge forced a smile: "We are all British wizards. I don't need any preferential treatment. I just hope to provide a batch of products as soon as possible."

"The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic are in danger all the time. There is no time to delay."

Who said you are British? I am Malay.

Nagini complained in her heart, but she said calmly: "I am just a store manager. I have no right to make decisions for our boss. Minister Fudge should go and talk to him."

"That's too muchAll right. "Fudge's smile became even more intense: "When will your boss come to the store? I will visit him then."

Nagini raised a playful smile: "Then you have to wait until the summer vacation. The boss is still in Hogwarts now."

.....

Five minutes later, Fudge and Scrimgeour walked out of the store.

Fudge still had a strong sense of disbelief on his face: "These things were actually made by Lawrence?"

"Is it the student who won two Merlin medals and killed more than a hundred Dementors?" Scrimgeour asked.

"That's him." Fudge nodded.

"He is also the nephew of Sir Humphrey you met."

"And a Muggle wizard? "Scrimgeour was even more surprised.

Alchemy is a subject that attaches great importance to inheritance. Without a qualified teacher, rich knowledge, and a lot of practice, it is impossible to learn it well.

He thought that Lawrence was a pure-blood family he had never heard of.

Fudge glanced at him: "What's wrong with a Muggle wizard? He is already engaged to the second daughter of the Greengrass family. Which pure-blood dares to look down on him?"

Scrimgeour frowned, "What should we do now? Go directly to Hogwarts to find him?"

"Forget it today, let's go on Monday. "Fudge thought for a moment and said, it's not that he's not anxious, but he needs to go back and count the specific purchase quantity and requirements so that they can be settled at one time.

Scrimgeour really wants to settle the matter now to calm the outside world's criticism of him, but he dare not disobey Fudge's decision.

In the store, Nagini smiled contemptuously at the two people who disappeared.

Of course there is stock in the store, and there is still a lot of it. These words were told by Wayne.

It's not always so refreshing to slap someone in the face with the help of others. This last slap, of course, has to be There is an initiator to complete it.

It will also make Scrimgeour understand who he has offended!

.......

At Hogwarts, Wayne read today's newspaper and was very satisfied with the article written by Rita Skeeter.

This woman's venomous ability is really not to be underestimated. She didn't say anything, but she said everything.

She guided the public to think in the direction she wanted, and she didn't have to take any responsibility.

The bonus must be increased.

"Wayne, don't read the newspaper." Beside him, Astoria pouted.

He had agreed to accompany her today, but he had been reading the newspaper since morning.

"No, no." The boy put away the newspaper and held Astoria's hand.

"I'll take you to a good place."

"Where are you going? "The girl asked curiously.

"In the kitchen of Hogwarts, the house elves are going to hold a cooking competition today, you are in for a treat."

Astoria was immediately surprised, "That's great!"

The two left the courtyard flower gardenGarden, back to the basement of the castle, Wayne took Astoria into the kitchen.

Seeing the two people coming, the house elves were excited.

"Mr. Lawrence, Miss Greengrass!"

"Has the competition started?" Wayne asked.

"Not yet, but we are ready." A house elf said respectfully.

Wayne nodded: "Then let's start, don't do too much, just taste it."

At the command, more than a dozen house elves were busy preparing their own specialties.

Wayne also saw Colum, the elf who only served the headmaster.

In fact, this competition has a lot to do with him. The house elves saw that the little wizards of Hufflepuff had to compete in cooking, and they couldn't fall behind.

So when Wayne came back this time, an elf representative found him and begged Wayne to act as their judge.

Faced with the invitation to eat and drink for free, Wayne readily agreed, which made the elves very excited.

In order to make them more inward-looking, Wayne also told the elves that the Holy Grail War would be held next year, and told the elves that they would have the opportunity to cook for students from other schools.

This made the pot explode, and the elves said that they would definitely work hard to improve their cooking skills and not embarrass Hogwarts.

This is equivalent to having guests at home. The house elves are capable, and the host will also be proud.

There are no restrictions on the dishes for the competition. You just need to cook what they are best at.

Half an hour later, the dishes began to be served one after another. Wayne just tasted them lightly and stopped after taking a bite of each.

Astoria had a cheesecake in her left hand and an apple pie in her right hand. She ate happily, from dessert to dinner, she ate several servings of each.

"Why didn't I realize that these elves are so good at cooking? Hmm, this roasted lamb leg is delicious. Wayne, try it."

"Because there are too many foods to prepare, the big pot dishes are definitely not comparable to those made just for you. Well, this lamb leg is really good. Do you have orange jam? Orange jam can relieve greasiness."

"......."

In the end, it was the braised lion head made by Colum that suited Fu Loli's taste the most and became the champion.

Wayne took out the prizes prepared in advance. Each elf had a brand new pillowcase, and Colum, as the champion, received a plate that could keep food warm. They were moved for a while again, and Colum burst into tears.

Mr. Lawrence is worthy of being the best student of Hufflepuff. He is so gentle even to the house elves.

"Sir!" A house elf asked sharply with his eyes wide open, "Will you come to the next competition?"

"That depends on whether I have time." Wayne said, "You can notify me in advance, and don't do it too often, once a month will be fine."

Astoria nodded her head quickly: "And me,And me."

The house elf agreed excitedly.

Before leaving, Wayne pointed to the plate of West Lake vinegar fish that Astoria had only tasted and didn't touch again and said:

"This kind of dish is very suitable for Professor Dumbledore, Coren, you can send him a portion."

"Yes, sir."

.......

After playing with Astoria for an afternoon, he sent Fulori back to the lounge, and then went to the classroom where he usually tutored Malfoy and Harry.

This trip delayed the two of them for a month, so from now until the end of the semester, Wayne will increase the time appropriately.

Malfoy still looked like he deserved a beating, but Harry was a little absent-minded.

Wayne didn't pay too much attention, but asked directly: "How is the shadow binding mastered?"

Harry was still distracted, but Malfoy smiled proudly: "I have mastered it. "

After that, he took out his wand and chanted a spell. Harry's shadow slowly stood up and raised his palm.

Snap!

Harry came back to his senses angrily and covered his cheeks: "Malfoy, are you looking for death!"

Wayne looked at him with a question mark on his face: "Harry, what's wrong with you? The shadow moved so slowly just now, you could have avoided it."

"I was thinking about something just now and didn't pay attention to his sneak attack at all!" As he said that, Harry also drew out his wand and fought with Malfoy.

Wayne was already accustomed to this kind of thing. He watched the two of them shooting spells quietly. When Harry defeated Malfoy again and confiscated his wand, Wayne said:

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"You haven't made much progress recently. Your steps are slower than before. Cheer up. "

The two lowered their heads and dared not refute. They were indeed slacking off a lot.

Harry was forced to practice extra every day by Wood because of his loss to Hufflepuff. Malfoy was addicted to games and was too lazy to do his homework, let alone daily training.

Wayne took out a fake wand and asked the two to do evasion training to recover.

After class, Harry waited until Malfoy left before calling Wayne. After a moment's hesitation, he said, "Wayne, I had a very strange dream recently..."

Wayne became interested: "What's the content?"

As a half-Horcrux, Harry's dream was likely to have some connection with Voldemort, and it was only when Voldemort's emotions fluctuated violently that he could sense it.

Wayne hadn't received any news from Voldemort or Tom for a long time. Could it be that they had made new moves?

Harry stated in advance, "I told you not to laugh at me, and don't tell anyone else. ”

“No problem, I promise that only you and I will know about it.”

Harry nodded, feeling relieved.

“This strange dream has lasted for two days.” Harry rubbed his brows tiredly, looking as if he was too embarrassed to speak."I...I dreamed that I turned into a hen, no, that's not right, a rooster?"

"Huh?" Wayne had a black question mark on his face: "Is it a rooster or a hen?"

Harry cried: "It looks like a rooster, but, but I can feel an egg in my stomach!"

"These two days, my dreams are all about this scene, I'm almost learning to crow."

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

"Wayne, am I cursed? Is it the work of Sirius Black?"

"Wayne, why don't you say anything?" Seeing the boy's thoughtful look, Harry asked again.

"Isn't this thinking?" Wayne came back to his senses.

"I'm sure it's not a curse. There's no curse on you, and no one would spend half a day to curse you just to make you have strange dreams."

"Malfoy would definitely do that." Harry said unconvinced, "Maybe Snape can do that, too."

"But he doesn't have the ability. As for Snape, if he really did it, you would have been in the school infirmary by now." Wayne Bear spread his hands: "Don't think about it, maybe you will dream of turning into a toad in two days."

"If you're really worried, you can drink some water of life and death, so you can sleep soundly and won't dream."

"Okay then." Harry was relieved to see that he was so sure.

Wayne's eyes became playful only after Harry left.

The rooster lays eggs... Voldemort is going to learn from his ancestors...

.......

Albanian wild forests

In a secluded valley, Voldemort successfully ate a chicken, no, he successfully turned into a chicken, lying in a straw nest with his eyes closed, feeling the mystery of the process of nurturing life.

The savings of the past two years have restored some of his strength, in order to prevent himself from living in the body of a mouse, and to obtain a more powerful bodyguard.

Voldemort turned his little brain and thought of a great way.

Without Nagini, he can create a snake to protect himself.

Ordinary snakes are not worthy of his identity, he must make a big one!

As a descendant of Slytherin, after opening the Chamber of Secrets, Voldemort got not only a basilisk that obeyed his orders, but also many of Slytherin's research manuscripts, including the method of breeding basilisks.

The breeding method of basilisks is very strange. A rooster must lay eggs, and then hatched by a toad to get a basilisk.

How to make a rooster lay eggs?

Slytherin spent ten years studying before he found the trick.

When you raise a group of hens, they must all be hens. After a period of time, in order to continue the group, one of the hens will mutate into a rooster.

If the mutated hen happens to be pregnant, the egg it lays will be a rooster egg.

This step hasWith strong uncontrollability and after more than a dozen failures, Voldemort finally succeeded in turning a pregnant hen into a rooster.

In order to ensure that the egg-laying process was foolproof, Voldemort personally possessed the rooster to ensure that the rooster egg could be safely laid.

Three days had passed, and it was almost time for the final gamble.

Plop~!

An egg fell on the straw pile, and Voldemort felt his whole body was clear and refreshed, and he made a loud crowing sound.

Then, he sucked the life force of the rooster without hesitation, possessed the toad that had been prepared long ago, and carefully jumped onto the egg to start hatching.

Far away in Hogwarts, Harry, who was sleeping, suddenly woke up.

It's bad!

He really dreamed of a toad!

Still hatching eggs!

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I went to visit the graves today, so I am a little late, sorry.

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