Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

"Lawrence, what are you doing? Let Scrimgeour go!"

"You attacked the head of the Auror Office in front of the Minister of Magic. You are committing a crime. You will be sent to Azkaban!"

Listening to Scrimgeour's groans, Fudge finally came to his senses and screamed.

"Headmaster, this matter has nothing to do with you. You don't need to intervene." Wayne raised his hand and interrupted Dumbledore who was about to speak.

Scrimgeour struggled to take out his wand, but was kicked away by the boy, who then stepped hard on his right arm.

Crack!

A crisp sound of breaking was heard, but Scrimgeour was a tough guy. He didn't say a word despite the severe pain. His face was sallow, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at the boy and said hoarsely:

"Wayne Lawrence, I will definitely send you to Azkaban. Your wizarding career ends here."

"The Dementors will treat you well for me!".

"Dumbledore!" Fudge had already drawn his wand and pointed it at Wayne: "What are you still standing there for? Stop him! Lawrence is crazy!"

"Fudge, are you sure you want to point your wand at me?" Wayne turned his head and looked at him calmly.

Although the person opposite was just a boy, Fudge broke out in a cold sweat when he met that emotionless gaze, and his hand holding the wand was shaking.

"I know that some of Scrimgeour's words just now were inappropriate, but that's not a reason for you to hurt people."

Fudge tried to stay calm: "Lawrence, don't mess around. If you have anything to say, just talk about it. Impulsiveness can't solve any problems."

"But impulse can solve the people who cause problems." Wayne sighed and suddenly asked: "Fudge, do you know why I didn't use spells just now, but used such rough means as fists and feet?"

Fudge was stunned. He didn't expect Wayne to ask this question.

Looking at Scrimgeour who was still struggling under his feet, he tentatively answered: "Because...it feels better this way?"

Wayne: "......."

Dumbledore: "......."

Dumbledore looked at Fudge in confusion. Is he a genius?

How did he come up with such a tricky angle?

Wayne was also a little emotionally incoherent due to Fudge's answer, and he couldn't refute it.

Because it was really cool.

He was reluctant to move his feet away from Scrimgeour's face.

"06 Fudge, I called you Minister Fudge before because I am also a wizard."

"But now, I am talking to you as the 33rd Earl of Northumberland, Wayne Lawrence."

Northumberland is the nominal fief of the Lawrence family, just like the Duke of Westminster, Lawrence is the surname, and Northumberland is the real title.

Wayne's eyes became arrogant: "Fudge, can I regard the threat of this reptile to me just now as a provocation?"

"HeAre you provoking me... or are you provoking my origin, thinking that I have no power and influence, so you can bully me at will?"

"No, that's not the case." Fudge stammered, "Scrimgeour just..."

"I don't want to hear your explanation." Wayne interrupted him, "Since Scrimgeour has charged me with treason and aiding the enemy, I want him to see who can represent this country!"

"Go back and wait for the notice from No. 10 Downing Street. From now on, all pure-blood families will be regarded as illegal immigrants and must move out of the UK within a month."

Fudge stammered, "Laurence, Lawrence, what do you mean?"

"Isn't what I said clear enough?" Wayne frowned, "All pure-blood families seem to have not registered their births in the UK. In other words... they are all illegal immigrants, stowaways, or illegal immigrants. "

The young man looked down at Scrimgeour, his tone full of disdain, "You are a rat in the gutter, you don't even have a legal identity, and you still have the nerve to accuse me of treason?"

he~tui!

He spat a mouthful of phlegm directly on Scrimgeour's face.

"Ahhhhh! I'm going to kill you!" Being so humiliated, Scrimgeour finally broke his defense and roared like a wounded beast.

Fudge was no longer in the mood to pay attention to him. Hearing what Wayne said, he fell into a huge panic.

"You can't do this. Wizards have wizards' rules. Why do we have to register with the Muggle society?"

"Then come on." Wayne opened his arms and showed a wanton and arrogant smile, "Since the Ministry of Magic does not recognize the order of this country, what awaits you... is war!"

"Wayne!"

"Mr. Lawrence, calm down! "

Not only Fudge couldn't sit still, but even Dumbledore was startled and said quickly: "Wayne, do you know what you are talking about?"

"You know I can do it, right?" Wayne looked at the old man.

"Even you can't bear such consequences. Wizards and Muggles can live in peace. Don't be so impulsive." Old Dumbledore said cautiously, "Countless people will die because of this. I won't let you do whatever you want."

It was because he knew how much power and influence the boy in front of him had in the Muggle world that he was so nervous.

"Even if you are the greatest white wizard, you can't stop me." Wayne looked calm, "If you don't believe it, you can try it. "

Dumbledore felt extremely difficult.

Let alone his personal strength, he was not sure whether he could take down Wayne. A year ago, this young man had already shown his power that made him look sideways. A year later, a mysterious change had occurred in the other party, and even he could not see through it.

Just talking about this matter, if Scrimgeour had not been aggressive and wanted to threaten Wayne, would it have come to this point?

Even if he took down Wayne, what can be done.

Just put him in Azkaban?

Do you think his uncle who is the chief civil servant is just a decoration?

Dumbledore looked at the scared Auror Office Director at the boy's feet, and felt disgusted.

It's all your fault!

Fudge was pale and collapsed on the sofa.

The main purpose of the establishment of the Ministry of Magic was to provide a shelter for wizards and build a magical world hidden in the normal society.

There is also a special wall clock in the lobby of the Magical Congress of the United States. It does not show the time, but the exposure level of the magic world.

Once it reaches the highest level, it means that the wizarding world is completely exposed and war is inevitable.

Newt once blew up this clock. Fortunately, with the help of Thunderbird and Winged Demon, he erased the memories of ordinary people in New York and calmed down the storm.

The British Ministry of Magic does not have such a magical clock, but it also has a similar department to ensure the secrecy of the wizarding world.

If Wayne really did this, Fudge's resignation would be the least of his worries. The most terrible consequence would be a war between wizards and Muggles around the world.

"Fudge!" Dumbledore said loudly, "Shouldn't you say something?"

After being scolded by him, Fudge seemed to wake up from a dream and stood up quickly, with a hint of flattery in his tone:

"Mr. Lawrence, no, Earl of Northumberland." His voice was very humble: "Scrimgeour's reckless words just now do not represent the Ministry of Magic. He is just angry and speaks wildly."

"With your cultivation and tolerance, you don't have to argue with him."

"I'm sorry . "Wayne chuckled: "I have been taught to live a happy life since I was a child, but I can't even do this. You asked me to forgive others, are you kidding me?"

"You don't have to forgive him." Fudge looked at Scrimgeour angrily: "His behavior today has seriously damaged the good relationship between Muggles and wizards. I will file an impeachment with the Wizengamot and remove Scrimgeour from his position."

It's not that Fudge doesn't want to abandon the car and save the king and directly dismiss Scrimgeour now, but he simply can't do it.

The director of the Auror Office can be regarded as the third in command of the Ministry of Magic. Even the Minister of Magic has no right to dismiss him. He must go through a very complicated process.

"That's all?" Wayne tilted his head and looked at him.

"Of course not." Fudge complained in his heart. This little ancestor is really too cruel.

"Once any illegal behavior is found, he will face legal sanctions."

The boy pouted, "Isn't this a ready-made case? Abuse of power, slander and false accusations, hurting the fragile hearts of underage wizards."

"As an ordinary Hogwarts student, he actually has to face the threat of the head of the Auror Office. What's wrong with this world? Is there still law?"

Shame on you!

Fudge and Dumbledore cursed in their hearts almost at the same time.

You are just an ordinary student now, why didn't you say so just now?

Fudge forced a smile: "I will write down everything you said and hand it over to the Wizengamot."

Wayne looked at Dumbledore, this old man must be the chief wizard.

Dumbledore sighed in his heart, but nodded seriously: "I will preside over the trial, but Wayne, you have to attend as the plaintiff at that time."

"No problem."

Wayne agreed immediately, "Then you just said to put me in Azkaban..."

"No, that's not the case at all." Fudge looked at him puzzledly: "I was obviously talking about Scrimgeour..."

Wayne smiled, and seeing him smile, Dumbledore and Fudge also smiled.

The tense atmosphere in the room was instantly eased.

Only Scrimgeour stared at the ceiling blankly, smiling sadly. He knew in his heart that he was completely finished.

"Dumbledore, can you lend me the fireplace?"

Wayne lifted his feet reluctantly and sat back in his original seat. Fudge didn't even look at Scrimgeour, and directly lifted him up with a levitation spell and asked.

It is definitely impossible to leave now, otherwise tomorrow's newspaper will not be arranged, so I can only teleport back to the Ministry of Magic from here.

"Of course, Cornelius." Dumbledore took out a box of Floo powder and handed it to Fudge.

Fudge shouted "Ministry of Magic!" and green flames suddenly burst out of the fireplace, and he and Scrimgeour disappeared in front of him.

Looking at the mess on the ground, Dumbledore sighed and waved his wand to restore everything.

"Wayne, are you serious about what you just said?"

"What do you think?" the boy asked back.

Old Dumbledore looked at him, "Even if it's true, I hope it's not true. I know you are a good boy. These are just angry words."

"Professor, I'm not you." Wayne shook his head gently, looked at the blood on the ground, and cleaned it up with a wave of his hand.

"My pursuit and personality have never changed. I just want to live a happy life, but you can see that there are always people who take the initiative to provoke me."

"If Fudge doesn't give me an explanation just now, then what I said will become a reality."

"There is an old saying in the East, called "Don't say I didn't tell you in advance", which means "Don't say I didn't tell you in advance in the future". I believe that after this incident, Fudge can control the idiots under his command and don't provoke me."

Dumbledore looked at Wayne steadily, the air froze, and only the boy was calm and composed.

After a long while, Dumbledore said tiredly: "Hurry up and push Crouch or someone else to the position of Minister. If you need me, I will help you."

How can a genius come to the magic world?

This is a fucking ancestor!

Without a wordIf they join forces, they will start a war between Muggles and wizards. Grindelwald is not so cruel.

He now hopes that the next Minister of Magic will have a good relationship with Wayne and prevent all those troubles in advance, otherwise, it will be a real big trouble.

Wayne smiled brightly, "Then I will accept your good words."

"Okay, let's go to dinner quickly." Dumbledore was thinking whether 497 should go to Minerva to ask for her special medicine. His heart couldn't bear it.

"Uh, the matter is not finished yet." Wayne didn't mean to leave, but sat opposite the desk.

"Even if you don't ask me to come, I will come to you tonight."

"What's wrong?" Dumbledore covered his chest calmly. When he heard that Wayne had something to ask him, his heartbeat could not be controlled.

Wayne whispered, "Harry had a dream recently. No, to be more precise, it was a dream like a TV series, which was extremely real."

Dumbledore's face also became serious: "What exactly happened?"

Wayne told him everything Harry had told him, as well as the divination at Trelawney's place.

"Basilisk." Old Dumbledore said bluntly, "This is the process of hatching a basilisk."

"Any other specific information?" Dumbledore asked again.

Wayne shook his head: "Harry only told me so much. If you want to know more, you can ask him directly."

"Thank you for your reminder, Mr. Lawrence." Dumbledore nodded slightly, "Perhaps this is related to Voldemort's ghost. When Harry rebounded the killing curse thirteen years ago, some kind of wonderful connection was established between the two."

"But please don't tell Harry. He is not suitable to know this now."

Although he got the information about Voldemort, Dumbledore was not happy at all. Instead, his heart sank to the bottom.

His previous guess was getting closer and closer to reality.

Harry... is the special Horcrux that Voldemort accidentally made.

"I will keep it secret." Wayne agreed, and then said something that made Dumbledore even more shocked.

"Professor, before Christmas, I found a Horcrux of Voldemort."

Dumbledore stood up suddenly: "Where is it?"

"I know you are in a hurry, but don't worry."

Wayne said calmly: "I want to make a deal with you. As long as you agree, I will tell you the information of this Horcrux."

The old man frowned, unsure of Wayne's thoughts.

"Mr. Lawrence, is there anything else worth your attention for a poor old man like me?"

Suddenly, he had an idea and looked at Wayne strangely: "You don't want to be the principal of the school, do you?"

Phineas Black in the portrait was anxious, "No, Dumbledore, you can't agree to him!"

If this kid becomes the principal, won't he be hung in the boys' bathroom?

In that case, he would rather die!

No...he's dead.

Wayne said speechlessly: "Of course not. I don't want to be the headmaster now."

Dumbledore asked curiously, "What do you want?"

"As long as you agree and make an unbreakable vow, all Horcruxes found in the future will belong to me after they are destroyed.".