Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

Looking at Percy's arrogant and respectful appearance, he wanted to lick the boots of the middle-aged wizard in front of him.

Ginny suddenly understood what Wayne meant by "licking the dog" before.

Percy is really amazing. He can interpret a word so vividly.

He leaned over and bowed, "Would you like a cup of tea? You have organized such a large event in an orderly manner. It's really hard!"

Crouch, who was thinking about something, was slightly surprised and looked at Percy in front of him, "Okay, then thank you, Weatherby."

Harry and Ron, who were responsible for sprinkling seasoning on the meat, laughed so hard that they almost stuffed the seasoning into their mouths. Percy's ears turned pink, and he showed an awkward smile to prepare tea.

"By the way, there is something I have always wanted to tell you, Arthur." Mr. Crouch first glanced at Wayne who was telling jokes to Sakura and Tomoyo without leaving a trace, and then came to Mr. Weasley.

Sometimes he really couldn't figure out what kind of person Wayne was.

The thoroughness in calculating Voldemort, the ruthlessness in dealing with his son, and the clever means of eroding the Ministry of Magic.

He couldn't connect with the playboy-like young master in front of him at all.

Recovering his mind, Crouch said in a deep voice: "Ali Bashir wants to talk to you about your ban on flying carpets."

Mr. Weasley sighed, "I sent an owl to him last week to talk about this matter. I have said it a hundred times that carpets are defined as Muggle handicrafts in the banned magic items register, but will he listen?"

"I don't think he will." Mr. Crouch said, taking the cup of tea handed to him by Percy, "He is very jealous of our country's market."

"But flying carpets will never replace flying brooms in the UK!"

A loud voice came, and Crouch and Mr. Weasley turned around.

A big-bellied man in a Wasp uniform came over with the twins and Cedric.

"Ludo." Mr. Weasley hugged him and introduced him to the people around him: "This is Ludo Bagman, you know who he is, the absolute protagonist of today!"

Then he looked at the children behind Bagman: "How did you get together with Ludo?"

George grinned: "We went around and happened to meet Mr. Bagman opening the market, so we bet on Ireland to win, but Bulgaria caught the Golden Snitch, and he brought us here along the way."

"If we win, it will be a big number." Bagman clapped his hands on the side.

"You will be miserable if your mother knows." Mr. Weasley pointed at the two of them, "How much did you bet."

George carefully stretched out a finger.

"One Galleon?" Mr. Weasley nodded indifferently, but when he saw that George still hadn't put his hand down, he raised his voice a little: "Ten Galleons? Aren't you afraid of losing it all?"

BagmanhaHa laughed: "Arthur, you underestimated your sons, it's 100 Galleons!"

"They are very confident in their judgment, we will have to wait and see."

Mr. Weasley was so shocked that he couldn't say anything. He didn't even have 100 Galleons, how did these two boys get it.

Fred smiled guiltily. In fact, the 100 Galleons Bagman mentioned meant 100 Galleons for each of them, even Cedric.

They almost invested all the income they earned from setting up the stall for a whole morning.

"Okay, Ludo." Crouch's voice was a little impatient: "Put aside your entertainment, I've been looking for you. The Bulgarians insisted that we add twelve more seats in the top box."

"So they want this." Buckman said, "I thought they wanted to borrow a pair of tweezers, I'll arrange it now."

After that, he waved to everyone, "See you later, you and me in the top box, I'm the commentator of the game!"

After that, he disappeared.

"Why do I feel that Ludo is a little afraid of you?" Mr. Weasley touched his chin suspiciously.

Crouch looked calm: "It's all your illusion."

"Arthur, I need a list of prohibited items for entry. Please prepare it as soon as possible and give it to me."

"No problem." Mr. Weasley nodded, "I will find you after the game."

"That's great."

After saying that, Crouch ignored Percy who came up to him and walked towards Wayne.

At this time, Tomoyo and Sakura's brains had short-circuited.

Wayne said something just now and they haven't reacted yet-your latest photo is actually your oldest photo.

"Mr. Lawrence, I want to talk to you."

Crouch's arrival interrupted their thinking. Wayne stood up and left them with another question: "Use a sentence to prove that you haven't heard this sentence."

Then, in the clear and ignorant eyes of the two, they followed Crouch into the woods next to them.

Percy also watched the backs of the two people leaving, full of confusion: "How did Mr. Crouch know Wayne?"

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After making sure that there was no one else around, Crouch looked at the boy strangely: "How did you think of such a...smart question."

Wayne waved his hand casually: "Just teasing a girl, I just thought about it. Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Crouch said in a deep voice: "He ran away."

Wayne's casual expression slightly serious: "Little Barty?"

Crouch nodded silently, "Three days ago, Winky told me that when she went to deliver food, there was no one at home, and the food from the previous day had not been touched."

"Did he run away by himself, or did someone help him escape?"

"He has no wand and is very weak. It is impossible for him to get through the trap I set up."The trap."

Crouch didn't say it explicitly, but the meaning was obvious.

Wayne's eyes closed slightly, and when they opened again, the starlight shone in them. Crouch felt a sudden pressure on his body, and stepped back several steps. Only then did he feel much better, looking at the boy in doubt.

After a while, the starlight slowly dissipated, and Wayne returned to normal, whispering:

"I sensed it, it should be hundreds of miles away from here."

"Can we catch the Dark Lord directly?" Crouch asked expectantly.

Wayne shook his head slightly: "If we fail, he will hide deeper, it's best not to alert him. ”

He had thought about whether to capture Voldemort directly, but Voldemort without a physical body was not a ghost or a soul, and his existence was extremely special.

If it was so easy to capture, Dumbledore would have captured him in the first grade.

"To kill a person, at least he must be alive." Wayne looked at Crouch's somewhat disappointed eyes and comforted him.

Crouch was a very calm person. He understood what Wayne meant and did not dwell on it.

Wayne asked Crouch to pay attention to safety recently and gave him two life-saving props before the two separated.

Back at the camp, the preparations for the barbecue were almost ready.

Everyone gathered around the grill, grilling and eating.

"Qiu, try my cooking." Sakura handed over the grilled chicken wings, Qiu took a bite and gave a thumbs up.

"And mine too. "Tomoyo also brought a skewer of meat with a smile.

"Where's mine?" Wayne asked speechlessly, looking at the empty plate in front of him.

"This is for you." Nagini brought a plate of beef platter. She knew Wayne didn't like it undercooked, so she roasted it to about 80% done, and it didn't matter if it was a little old.

"Nagini is still caring, unlike some people, ah~"

Wayne deliberately raised his voice and looked at Hermione.

Clang~!

A piece of black 'charcoal' was picked up by Hermione and put on the plate. The little witch smiled: "Do you want to try it?"

Wayne swallowed his saliva, "Well, forget it. "

This thing is more terrible than Snape's potion...

He carried the plate and came to the twins and Cedric, "You bet 300 Galleons on Bagman?"

"Yes." Cedric drank a sip of lemonade, "As long as I can win this time, I can pay off your debt in one go."

Wayne asked a soul-searching question: "What if you win and Bagman can't pay?"

The three of them shuddered, as they had not considered this issue when they placed the bet just now.

Finally, it was Fred who said: "Bagman is a celebrity, he is the most famous batsman in England, he shouldn't owe us students money, right?"

George and Cedric nodded repeatedly: "He and Dad are still friendsFriends, this kind of thing will definitely not happen. "

"I'm just overthinking it." Wayne shrugged and didn't continue the topic.

If he didn't intervene... Ludo Bagman would definitely not be able to pay back the money.

And he would use the leprechaun's gold coins to fool them.

But Wayne had intervened in advance. All of Bagman's odds were calculated by actuaries. Although they were not as accurate and perfect as those in the Muggle society, they would definitely not lose money.

He also admired Bagman's IQ. He had never heard of a banker losing money.

But it was precisely because this guy was so stupid that he was the easiest to win over among the directors in the Ministry of Magic. He just asked Mrs. Greengrass to take all the foreign debts owed by Ludo Bagman into her hands, and he could manipulate the director of sports at will.

After dinner, everyone who got up at 3 o'clock in the morning returned to the tent to rest for a while and get enough energy for the evening game.

However, the twins and Cedric were still very energetic and pushed their carts out to make money.

Wayne also went out for a stroll. It was rare to see a grand event where 100,000 wizards gathered together.

Not long ago, when they were drinking, Old Ge boasted to him that he had 100,000 saints under his command at that time, and almost the entire European continent trembled.

But he forgot that Wayne knew more than just him as an insider. Newt sold out Grindelwald's past.

Although he claimed to have 100,000 saints, he actually had only 10,000 or 20,000 followers, because Grindelwald only wanted elites, and some minions were unwilling to pay attention to him...

So he exposed Grindelwald on the spot, causing the old man to blush and making Newt remember it...

Today, Wayne finally saw what a hundred thousand wizards meant.

The hundreds of employees at the British Ministry of Magic were too busy to handle the situation, and the management was in chaos.

Walking along the path, Wayne could see wizards wearing various special costumes, some wearing pajamas and ties, some dressed like black chiefs, and some wearing peacock feathers directly on their bodies, and then completely naked.

Highlighting a sense of freedom and unrestrainedness.

Originally, the use of magic was prohibited here, but this was almost impossible for many wizards.

Without magic, they couldn't even light a fire to cook a meal.

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Small vendors continued to Apparate and sell their wares.

In the end, the Ministry of Magic completely gave up resistance and carried out the British tradition - start selling!

Whatever you want, as long as there is no fighting.

So, the camps became more lively.

Wayne met many acquaintances along the way. The first people he met were his roommates Norman and Toby, who came with Ernie MacMillan. There were also several Hufflepuff students' camps nearby.

Everyone was very surprised to see Wayne coming over, and they talked to him for a while before letting him go.

Then WayneHe met Oliver Wood again. The Quidditch captain of Gryffindor had just graduated this year and had joined Puddlemere United as a substitute goalkeeper.

However, he was still upset about not winning the school's Quidditch Cup in his last year. Wayne did not chat with him for a few words and continued to move forward.

When he came to another camp, he was surprised to see three old acquaintances surrounding the twins and Cedric's cart.

"Professor Sprout, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick."

Wayne walked up and greeted them.

"Wayne, you are here too." Professor Sprout looked at his favorite student with a smile, and the other two professors also smiled.

"This is for you, Mr. Lawrence." Professor McGonagall handed Wayne a hat with a four-leaf clover and asked:

"You must support Ireland, right?"

Looking at the way the professors were dressed, they were all die-hard fans of Ireland. Professor McGonagall had oil paint on her face and her clothes were also environmentally friendly white and green stripes.

The older cat girl is a fanatic of Quidditch, and Wayne has seen it today.

Professor Sprout wore the same hat that Professor McGonagall had just given Wayne, and held a four-leaf clover windmill in his hand.

Professor Flitwick wore a children's Irish team uniform with a badge on his chest.

There was a harmonious atmosphere of a family of three going out.

"Of course, I believe Ireland will win the championship." Wayne did not refuse Professor McGonagall's kindness, put the hat on his head directly, and said with a smile: "This is not in school, you can just call me Wayne."

Wayne invited: "Professor, do you want to watch the game together later? The view in the box will be better."

"No." Professor McGonagall refused: "I still like the atmosphere of watching the game in the ordinary stands, the box is too deserted."

"Okay then." Wayne did not force it. Professor McGonagall was right. Although the view in the box was wider, the atmosphere was indeed much worse.

He watched the three professors buy a lot of goods in front of the cart. Cedric and the twins wanted to give the professors a discount, but were seriously rejected by Professor McGonagall.

"How can a professor take advantage of a student? Keep the money."

The three professors had a strong desire to buy, and they bought fifty Galleons worth of goods at once. Although the price was high, the quantity was quite large.

Hearing her say this, Wayne sighed, "It would be great if Professor Snape had your awareness."

The three professors all twitched their lips.

They didn't comment too much on the grudge between Wayne and Snape.

The three professors were carrying large and small bags of things and preparing to return to their camp, when Professor McGonagall suddenly turned around.

"Wayne, have you seen Albus recently?"

Wayne shook his head blankly, "No... The last time I saw the principal was on the moon.At the bottom of the mountain."

Professor McGonagall's expression became even more strange: "Did you make him angry?"

"What happened to him?" Wayne asked back.

"A few days ago, Albus suddenly wrote me a letter... asking me to list the itching powder and gender-changing mints you invented as prohibited items."

Wayne's mouth twitched: "It's normal for people to have a weird temper when they get old. Don't worry, these two products will never appear in the school next semester, and I won't give them to Harry alone."

"That's good." Professor McGonagall said with satisfaction, and then left with the other two professors.

Wayne stood there thinking...

What's wrong with Dumbledore?.