Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

The next morning, Harry hurriedly told Wayne about his dream.

"Are you hatching eggs, or watching a toad hatching eggs?"

Wayne confirmed again.

"It's not me, it's a toad in the dream, it's hatching eggs."

"This shows that your dream has a beginning and an end."

Wayne patted his shoulder and said, "Maybe it has something to do with the toad I mentioned yesterday. After all, it's normal to dream about what you think about during the day."

"But..." Harry still felt something was wrong.

The dream was too real, it was like another life of his.

Generally, dreams will be completely forgotten three to five hours after waking up, or the details will not be remembered, but the dream he had a few days ago, he still remembers it clearly now.

He had this wonderful feeling once before, when he actually dreamed that he was in school.

"If it doesn't work, you can listen to Professor Trelawney's advice. Dream interpretation is also a part of divination."

Wayne gave another suggestion. Harry thought about it and felt that it made sense. He decided to ask after class tomorrow.

Professor Trelawney is very popular now. At the beginning of this semester, she accurately predicted that Norman and Toby would lose money.

Now it seems that it is not just the two of them who will lose money. Few students in the whole school can escape this disaster.

Recently, after every divination class, many students would beg Trelawney to calculate their fortunes for drawing cards today.

Coupled with Trelawney's vague words, those who are accurate will publicize it, and those who are not accurate will make excuses for her. Many young wizards have now deified her.

....

On Monday, when Harry and Wayne were taking divination class, Fudge also brought Scrimgeour to school.

They did not go directly to Wayne, but went to Dumbledore first.

In the headmaster's office "140", looking at the two high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic who suddenly visited, Dumbledore was also very surprised:

"Cornelly, Rufus, what could have made you two go together? Could it be that Sirius Black was caught?"

"Well, it has nothing to do with that damn fugitive." Fudge frowned, and he didn't react as much as before when he heard Black's name.

Now, except for a section reserved for Black in the newspaper, few people discuss this issue.

If Black hadn't broken into Hogwarts not long ago, many people would have thought he had fled to other countries.

"It's like this..." Fudge told the whole story, hoping to use Dumbledore's relationship to persuade Wayne to agree to his request.

After listening, Dumbledore pushed his glasses and was a little surprised.

He also saw the news, but he didn't pay much attention to it. This kind of childish thing was not worth his attention.

Dumbledore just didn't expect that there was also the story of Wayne in it.

"Cornelly, I'm just Mr. Lawrence's headmaster, I don't have the right to make decisions for him."

Faced with Fudge's request, Dumbledore calmly refused: "All I can do is provide you with a place to talk. I'll ask Mr. Lawrence to come over after class."

Old Dumbledore glanced at Scrimgeour, who had remained silent since he came in.

Based on his understanding of Wayne... it's very likely that this incident was directed at Scrimgeour. If he pretends to be a good guy now, Wayne will also hate him when the time comes. Will he still have this old bone?

To offend Wayne for Fudge and Scrimgeour... he would be crazy to do this.

When he refused, Fudge's disappointed expression was beyond words, and he felt a little aggrieved in his heart. He looked at Scrimgeour who caused all this trouble.

"Okay, I'll wait for Mr. Lawrence here."

Fudge sat opposite Dumbledore, and the two chatted casually about some light topics, waiting for Wayne to finish class.

On the other side, after the divination class, Harry waited until the other students left before looking for Trelawney. Wayne also stayed to listen to her tricks.

"My third eye is not for you to calculate your fortune." Before Harry could speak, Trelawney frowned and said that she was almost annoyed by these little wizards recently.

Harry hurriedly explained: "Professor, I want you to help interpret dreams, not to calculate your fortune."

"Interpret dreams?" Trelawney was interested, "Tell me about it."

Harry told all his dreams, and Trelawney listened, closed her eyes and thought for a long time, and then suddenly opened her eyes and looked at him in horror.

Harry was also nervous when he was looked at: "Professor, what does this mean?"

Trelawney sighed and said in a very gentle tone: "Nothing, kid, you are just too tired recently."

"By the way." She suddenly thought of something, and her voice became more delicate, "Whatever you want to eat recently, just eat more and be nice to yourself."

Harry: "???"

Wayne almost laughed out loud, and Trelawney looked at him again: "Kid, do you have anything to calculate?"

"Thank you for your kindness, professor, I feel everything is fine."

Trelawney said mysteriously: "Everything is superficial, be careful, you will have a bloody disaster recently."

Wayne did not refute, but thanked her out loud, which made her more satisfied.

Until Wayne and Harry went to the Transfiguration classroom, Harry was still thinking about what Trelawney said just now.

"What does she mean? What does it mean to eat something good... Am I dying?"

"Maybe it's just a literal meaning?" Wayne comforted: "Maybe she saw that you are too thin and wanted you to strengthen your body."

"Impossible."

Harry shook his head like a rattle: "The professor must have his own deep meaning, I didn't understandThorough."

People scare people to death. Harry is now scaring himself. All kinds of terrifying things come to mind.

Wayne sighed helplessly and took a few quick steps: "If you keep dawdling, you really won't have much time left. The Transfiguration class will start soon."

Harry's face changed.

Compared to Trelawney's words, Professor McGonagall is more terrifying.

The two hurried and finally entered the classroom when the bell rang.

Professor McGonagall has arrived. Harry ran to the seat Ron left for him. Wayne also wanted to find Hermione, but Professor McGonagall stopped him.

"Mr. Lawrence, you don't have to go to this class. Dumbledore is waiting for you in his office. "

Wayne was a little surprised, but he nodded, gave Hermione, who had already pouted, a comforting look, and turned to leave the classroom.

When they arrived at the eighth floor, the gargoyle did not exchange too much greetings this time, and directly jumped through the hole to let him enter the office.

Fudge, who was chatting in the room, heard the movement at the door and turned around, and so did Scrimgeour.

When he saw the boy who appeared, his eyes suddenly widened:

"It's you? !"

Fudge was surprised and said: "Have you met Mr. Lawrence?"

Scrimgeour did not speak, but the memory of the security meeting a few days ago appeared in his mind.

In a meeting full of adults, the appearance of a handsome boy like Wayne is naturally particularly eye-catching.

Especially since the two were sitting opposite each other, every time he saw the British Auror defeated, the boy smiled happily, which made Scrimgeour remember it clearly.

"Minister Fudge, long time no see. "When Wayne saw the two men, he knew why Dumbledore had called him here. He ignored Scrimgeour and smiled at Fudge.

"Mr. Lawrence, please take a seat."

Dumbledore reached out his hand, and a single sofa appeared in the reception area.

"Thank you, Professor." Wayne nodded to Dumbledore and sat down.

"It seems that it is Minister Fudge who is looking for me today?"

"Yes, I just provide a place for conversation, you just ignore me."

Dumbledore quickly stated his position and blinked at Wayne, looking like a melon-eating and watching a show.

Fudge had not yet realized the seriousness of the problem. He smiled at Dumbledore with gratitude, and then said, "It turns out that Mr. Lawrence also knows Rufus. He pretended to know nothing before he came."

"Wait a minute. "Wayne interrupted him: "I don't really know this powerful Auror Office Director. I just admired his face-changing skills in Paris."

Scrimgeour's face darkened, and Wayne pointed at him and said, "Look, he performed it again."

Fudge's smile also disappeared. Seeing that the two of them were not getting along, he whispered, "Rufus, what's going on."

"He showed up at the meeting in Paris." Scrimgeour said in a deep voice.After Wayne came in, he instantly figured out a lot of problems and sneered.

"This Mr. Lawrence came here specially to see me laugh."

Wayne said in surprise, "You found out?"

"I made this trip just for you, but it was worth it. I took several photos of you looking so embarrassed at that time."

Dumbledore quietly reached out his hand, and a honey lemon ice cream appeared on the plate on the table.

Hiss...

Feel good~

"Just because I stopped the previous cooperation?" Scrimgeour's chest was heaving with anger: "Boy, you have enough energy. I said why there was such an extra link in this year's security meeting."

"You must have put in a lot of effort, right?"

"It's okay." Wayne said in a brisk tone: "I think it is necessary to let you realize that there are still many people in this world who know what they are talking about. If they reject me, it is the loss of the British Ministry of Magic, not mine."

"Mr. Lawrence, this is all a misunderstanding."

Fudge also understood and quickly tried to smooth things over: "Rufus is not targeting you. He also wants to save some money for the Ministry of Magic. It's all for work. There is no targeting. 0 ..... ”

“Really?” Wayne sneered: “Then why did I hear from Mrs. Greengrass that Mr. Scrimgeour wanted to bully my store and wait for my store to fail, and then buy it at a low price?”

Fudge was embarrassed. He forgot that Wayne’s mother-in-law was also one of the insiders.

“Misunderstanding, all misunderstanding.”

“Let the past go, Mr. Lawrence. This time we come here to sincerely purchase a batch of equipment. How about the price you gave before?”

“Sorry, the technology has been upgraded, and the price has increased now.”

Wayne played with his fingers: “Eight hundred Galleons per set, no bargaining.”

The price discussed with the Ministry of Magic before had been negotiated to five hundred Galleons per set, but he was still soft-hearted and only increased it by three hundred Galleons, not even doubling it.

"Minister, he is blackmailing me."

Scrimgeour said angrily: "If there are hundreds of Aurors and strikers, the Ministry of Magic simply does not have so much money!"

"Mr. Lawrence, is this price too high?" Fudge was also not calm.

"You have seen the effect, right?"

Wayne tapped his fingers rhythmically on the coffee table, "A set of equipment that can increase the combat power and safety of Aurors several times, is 800 Galleons really expensive?"

Fudge was a little tempted, but still hesitant.

Although he didn't feel bad about spending the Ministry of Magic's money, he still had to have so much.

It is not easy to squeeze out nearly 100,000 Galleons from the already huge expenses.

Wayne was not in a hurry. He snapped his fingers, called out a cup of tea and sipped it slowly, waiting for Fudge to make a choice.

"Deal, I want 100 sets."

Fudge finallyAgreeing to Wayne's conditions, he decided to deduct all the Auror bonuses for the next year to fill the hole.

"When can we get the goods?" Fudge asked.

"Before Christmas." Wayne said lightly.

"Too slow!"

Scrimgeour looked gloomy, "The Aurors can't wait that long, three months."

Wayne ignored him and smiled at Fudge, "For the sake of the minister, let's advance it to before the start of the next semester."

"This is already the fastest speed. After all, there are orders from Germany, France, Lithuania, Poland... a bunch of countries ahead."

Fudge straightened his chest immediately, and was very pleased with these words.

But Scrimgeour was still not satisfied, stood up, and tried to show his sense of oppression.

"Wayne Lawrence, the equipment you make is already in the category of strategic materials. In order to prevent it from flowing into the hands of dark wizards, I think your shop should be supervised by the Ministry of Magic, and the flow of each piece of magic equipment should be registered."

"Minister, what do you think?"

Dumbledore's originally relaxed expression changed, and he straightened up.

After hearing this, Fudge showed a hesitant look on his face.

Wayne raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a faint smile, and stood up.

"Mr. Scrimgeour, I don't quite understand what you just said... Are you using your power to pressure others?"

"Of course not." Scrimgeour said righteously: "This is for the safety of the Aurors and the people..."

He said with a hint of meaning: "If one day, our relations with other countries become tense, your behavior is tantamount to aiding the enemy and treason..."

"Scrimgeour!" Dumbledore said in a deep voice: "You are exaggerating."

"Dumbledore, don't forget what you just said."

Scrimgeour didn't even look at him, still staring at Wayne: "This is the responsibility of the Auror Office, even you have no right to interfere."

Wayne laughed even happier, even laughed out loud, laughing backwards.

The portraits of the headmasters on the wall secretly opened their eyes.

"Aiding the enemy, treason... you're quite good at putting accusations on others."

"No, Rufus didn't mean that, he..."

Before Fudge finished his words, Wayne moved.

Snap!

Under everyone's shocked gaze, he slapped Scrimgeour in the face, then raised his leg and kicked him hard.

The Auror Office Director burst out like a cannonball, knocking down a bookshelf, and a pile of books fell down.

Wayne strode over and stepped on Scrimgeour's face, causing him to spit out a few teeth in embarrassment.

"I came here today to see what else you can do, but I didn't expect you to open my eyes again."

"What the hell, you have the right to accuse me of treason."

"You! Are! A! Who! Are! You! Are! A! Who! Are! You!"

While speaking, Wayne's feet were still chasing, and blood was flowing from Scrimgeour's face.

The boy looked at the blood and teeth on the ground with disgust, and suddenly smiled again.

"Professor Trelawney's calculations are quite accurate. There is indeed a bloody disaster."

The whole audience was silent.