Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

Trelawney's voice came slowly.

"The Dark Lord is extremely miserable, without help. His servants have been chained for twelve years. In a month, his servants will break free from the shackles, but they will become the sharpest knife stabbing him."

"More terrifying shadows will come back, and a spark will burn the order of the old era. Whether it is a devil or a hero, it is only a matter of thought."

Professor Trelawney's head drooped on her chest, as if she was talking nonsense in a sleepwalking state.

Then, she suddenly woke up again and raised her head.

"I'm sorry, kid." She said dazedly, "It's too hot... I just took a nap..."

Harry looked at her in shock: "You just said that the Dark Lord will come back, and there are loyal servants... Could it be..."

Professor Trelawney was even more surprised: "The Dark Lord? The one whose name cannot be mentioned? This is not a joke... I think you are under too much pressure and have hallucinations."

"No, I heard it clearly..."

"Okay, kid, go and rest." Trelawney looked at Harry with pity and urged him to leave quickly.

Harry could only walk out of the classroom with doubts.

He is not a fool, how could he have heard it wrong? Is the Dark Lord's servant Peter?

Feeling that his CPU was a little overloaded, Harry knew that he could not think about it alone, and went straight to the principal's office on the eighth floor.

Wayne witnessed the whole process of the prophecy.

He even secretly replaced the crystal ball while Trelawney was pouring tea.

The mist inside the divination crystal ball has stopped rotating, and it has a hint of gray. Now it can no longer be called a crystal ball, but a prophecy ball.

Generally speaking, prophecy balls are stored in the Prophecy Hall of the Department of Mysteries, and only people related to the prophecy can see the records inside.

In the future, Voldemort went through a lot of trouble to lure Harry to the Department of Mysteries just to get the prophecy ball that belongs to him and Harry.

And this prophecy involves two people, oh, maybe three?

Wayne doesn't know whether the current Dark Lord refers to Tom or Volvo.

This prophecy is much clearer than the last one, and he can understand what most of the content refers to.

Just... who is this servant referring to?

Peter Pettigrew undoubtedly has the greatest possibility, but it is not 100% certain.

It could also be... Barty Crouch Jr.?

But no matter who it is, Wayne doesn't intend to stop it, or kill it directly.

He is quite curious, what is the sharpest knife stabbing the Dark Lord?

.....

Principal's office.

Harry met Dumbledore and Sirius who was having afternoon tea with him.

"Harry, are all the exams over?? "Sirius put down the teacup and asked with a smile.

In a few days, with good food and drink every day and adequate rest, Sirius's complexion has visibly improved a lot, and his sloppy hair and beard have been carefully trimmed by the house elves.

With a black suit and the blue pupils exuding the melancholy temperament of being in prison for many years.

Sirius is now a handsome man among middle-aged uncles.

"Well, it's all over." Harry smiled unconsciously. He and Sirius have a very good relationship now. Although the two are so much older, they can talk unexpectedly, especially every time he mentions his father, Sirius is more excited than him.

He also learned a lot of interesting things about his parents from Sirius.

However, after coming here this time, Harry's expression was worried, and Sirius also noticed it:

"Didn't you do well in the exam? This is nothing serious. James and I were the same back then. We didn't study hard except for the subjects we were interested in."

After saying this, he realized that Dumbledore was still there, and he shrank his neck in embarrassment.

"No, um, although my test scores have always been unsatisfactory, it's not because of this."

Harry shook his head and looked at Dumbledore: "Professor, when I was taking the test just now, Professor Trelawney suddenly became like the Halloween Eve dinner and said a lot of things. Did she make a real prophecy?"

Originally, Dumbledore still had a smile on his face, but he immediately became serious after hearing what Harry said.

"What did she say?"

Harry said the content of the prophecy, and Dumbledore seemed a little surprised, secretly writing down all the contents of the prophecy.

"So, she has made three real prophecies in total, maybe I should give her a raise."

"Dumbledore, is she just being mysterious? "Sirius had a different opinion: "I don't think Trelawney has any magical abilities. You know, she was crazy when we were in school."

Trelawney was Sirius's senior, and the two were only three years apart.

"I believe our professors are all real talents." Dumbledore said, "but you need to discover her abilities yourself."

"If you say so..." Sirius stroked his chin and suddenly said angrily: "It was the slug that let Peter run away. I said he was unreliable!"

Dumbledore was even more speechless.

What a joke, Snape hates Peter Pettigrew more than you do, how could he let him go.

At this time, there was movement at the door again, and several people looked up and walked over. Soon, there was a knock on the door.

"Professor, are you there?"

"Come in, Mr. Lawrence. "Dumbledore immediately recognized who it was.

Wayne pushed the door open and smiled at Harry.

"If you are here, I don't need toI made an extra trip."

"Wayne, are you looking for me?" Harry looked at the boy in confusion.

"Yes, I'm looking for you for money."

"Does Harry owe you money?" Sirius stood up and looked at his godson distressedly, "How much? I paid for him."

Wayne shook his head: "I don't know the exact amount, after all, I don't know how much money is left in the Potter family's vault."

"What do you mean by that?" Sirius frowned and looked at Harry with an inquiring look.

He also looked confused.

"Ah... At such a young age, your memory is so bad, what can I do in the future? "

Wayne sighed and took out a piece of metal plate.

Dumbledore's eyelids jumped.

[Maybe one day, you will let him go yourself.]

[If that day comes, I will give you all the gold in my vault.]

The sound of the two people's conversation was played in the office on a loop. Harry thought for a long time and finally remembered when this happened.

"I..." He opened his mouth, wanting to say that at that time he didn't know that Sirius was not the real murderer.

But this promise is indeed He made a promise.

Sirius also completely understood why Wayne had just asked how much money was in the Potter family's vault.

Only Dumbledore.

Old Dumbledore clenched his fists tightly and pursed his lips to prevent himself from smiling.

There is no such thing as empathy in the world, only gloating when seeing others in the same misfortune as oneself.

Dumbledore decided that he would also make a few small props that can store recordings or even images and carry them with him in the future, just in case.

"Wayne, you, you won't take it seriously, right?" Harry cried...

"It depends on your attitude." Wayne smiled calmly: "I can do anything. "

This is indeed a bit of bullying. It is really not authentic to rely on knowing the plot to cheat people's money, but Wayne will not pretend to be generous and say that this is all a joke and don't take it seriously.

If Harry chooses not to give, he will pretend that nothing happened and will not have any grudges in his heart.

If Harry chooses to give...

Then he will send a "return gift" that is no less inferior.

Sirius also thinks that the two are joking. He frowned and wanted to speak, but was stopped by Harry. He saw him firmly said: "I will give, but can you leave me some living expenses? I will return the money to you after I graduate."

"No, I paid for him." Sirius finally couldn't bear it anymore and stood up and said: "After my case is handled, let's go to Gringotts together. I will give you as much money as Harry has in the vault!"

"Sirius, this has nothing to do with you. "Harry said anxiously: "This is the agreement between Wayne and me."

Sirius said seriously: "You are my godson, and it is a bet about me, of course I will notI can make you pay this money."

"How about it, Wayne, do you accept this condition?"

"Are you sure you want to give this money?" Wayne asked again.

Sirius nodded without hesitation. Harry saw his serious look, hesitated for a moment, and agreed.

At the same time, he secretly made up his mind to control his mouth in the future and not say anything nonsense.

But... it's really great to have a rich godfather!

Wayne smiled, "In this case, I will give you a return gift."

"Harry, look into my eyes."

Harry looked over subconsciously, only to feel his brain swell, and then a stream of information came in.

Under Sirius's surprise and Dumbledore's doubts, it took him three minutes to come back to his senses.

"Meditation?"

"What meditation? "Sirius asked.

Harry shook his head: "The magic that Wayne taught me just now can improve mental strength and concentration."

Dumbledore's face changed slightly, and he couldn't help but said: "Harry, are you sure you can improve concentration?"

"That's what it was introduced to be."

"Mr. Lawrence, did you invent this spell?" Dumbledore asked again.

"That's right." Wayne admitted it frankly.

What he passed on to Harry was a simplified version of meditation, which he indeed simplified himself.

"You are such a generous friend..." Dumbledore sighed: "Such a spell, even if it is exchanged for ten vaults of gold, there will be many people willing to do it. ”

What are the prerequisites for a wizard to successfully cast a spell?

The correct spell, the correct posture, and a highly concentrated mind.

Being able to improve mental strength and concentration is undoubtedly equivalent to raising the upper limit of a wizard's achievements, and even he is a little tempted.

Sirius also understands this truth. Not only in magic, but also in duels, observation is very important.

Even when the levels are similar, whoever is more focused and observes the trajectory of the spell earlier will have the initiative.

"Wayne, can you teach me too?" Sirius said greedily: "How about I give you so much money again?"

"Of course not." Wayne shook his head: "This is not bought by Harry, but a 'gift' I gave him. "

Sirius was extremely disappointed.

Seeing their performance, Harry realized how precious this magic was.

But he was more concerned about another thing and asked in a low voice:

"Wayne, can you use the method you just used to pass on all the knowledge of other subjects to me?"

Just by looking at each other, you can learn a spell. It's simply a magical skill for learning.

If it's possible, he won't have to read books anymore.

Unfortunately, Wayne decisively refused: "One-time transmissionToo many memories will burst your brain. You will become an idiot."

"Okay." Now it was Harry's turn to be disappointed.

"Sirius, it's your turn." Wayne turned the tables again.

"What's wrong with me?" Sirius asked curiously.

"Your great-great-grandfather Mr. Phineas promised to give me three vaults. When will you hand them over?"

"Oh yes, he also promised to let me copy a copy of the Black family's collection of books. You still need to take me to the ancestral home."

"Mr. Duo? "Sirius said loudly.

Three vaults, how much money would that be?

Even he who didn't care about money was shocked by this.

Could it be that Wayne's last name was Black, and Phineas was dividing the inheritance?

Phineas on the wall stopped pretending to be dead and said awkwardly: "Sirius, this is indeed the condition I agreed to. As long as Lawrence helps you get acquitted, you have to give him the money."

Of course he couldn't say that the money was originally a reward for Wayne hiding Sirius. If he said it, Dumbledore would know about the PY transaction they had done, and he would definitely be very unhappy.

The other portraits didn't jump out to spoil it. After all, the result was good. Sirius was wronged, so there was no need to say more.

There is also a need to talk about human relationships between portraits~

"This is the promise of the Black family. You are not allowed to regret it. ”

Phineas was really afraid that Sirius would be reluctant to admit the debt and anger Wayne, so he reminded him again.

“You are really generous.” Sirius finally understood.

“Who do you think this is all for?” Phineas snorted coldly: “If you were not the only remaining blood of the Black family, I would not bother to pay attention to you.”

Sirius sneered: “I didn’t beg you.”

But he still assured Wayne: “Don’t worry, I won’t default on this money.”

Sirius had originally drawn a line with the Black family. He didn’t care how much wealth the family had. He was just selling his father’s land without any regret.

Wayne was very satisfied with his straightforward attitude, but someone felt uncomfortable.

“Why didn’t I know that there was a deal between you?” Dumbledore asked.

“You didn’t ask. "Wayne looked at him strangely: "I had already made an agreement with Principal Phineas the night before you came back."

Dumbledore was speechless: "Then why did you ask me to pluck Fox's feathers?"

He almost lost his phoenix in order to ask Wayne for help.

But the other party had already received the benefits...

"Hey." Wayne waved his hands: "It's better to earn more. It's not easy for me to support my family, Professor. I believe you can understand, right?"

Dumbledore opened his mouth, but said nothing in the end.

What else could he say? Should he ask Wayne to return all the feathers and then stick them in Fox's ass?

Wait until the boy leavesAfterwards, the three people in the room looked at each other, and a sense of absurdity rose in their hearts at the same time.

Now everyone in the room... is a sucker!

.......

Sorry, I just finished work, and there will be another chapter later.