Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

In the battle just now, two Death Eaters risked their bodies and successfully Apparated away from the scene.

It was not because they were so strong or lucky.

It was because before they left, they used magic to let Wayne know their true identity, so they let them go and did not let the flames devour them when they Apparated.

But this does not mean that this matter is over.

Little Selwyn, that is, Arsenio Selwyn, is a Slytherin student who just graduated from Hogwarts a year ago.

When he was in school, he had a good relationship with Wayne and was one of Slytherin's "friends".

Every time Celia's store released new products, Selwyn would buy them as soon as possible as a gesture of goodwill and support for Wayne, and spent more money on Wayne than Malfoy.

Of course, the cost of tutoring should be deducted.

So Wayne was willing to give him a way out.

But if he did not get a satisfactory explanation, it would not be too late to kill him now.

The mask that was originally used to hide his identity had long been taken off. When old Selwyn saw his son being trampled into the mud by Wayne, he had no courage to resist and could only tremble and beg for mercy:

"Lord Lawrence, I was confused. Please forgive us."

Wayne sneered and kicked little Selwyn away. "Is this the reason you gave me?"

"If so, it was really unnecessary for me to let you go just now."

While speaking, he had already condensed starlight in his hand again, frightening little Selwyn so much that he rolled back to his feet and hugged his thighs.

"Wayne, no, Lord Lawrence!"

"We are willing to pay any price for our crimes, the wealth of the Selwyn family, our loyalty, please give us a chance!"

Old Selwyn nodded desperately: "Sir, what my son said can fully represent the Selwyn family, we are willing to offer everything!"

"Even if you are asked to kill Voldemort, will you stab your former master in the back?" Wayne's hand lowered a little.

Hearing this name, Old Selwyn trembled.

Voldemort is not dead, this is something many people know.

Especially the former Death Eaters, the Dark Mark on their hands has not dissipated, this is the best proof.

But old Selwyn still gritted his teeth and said: "Of course! Your will!"

"I can complete the task alone, and Arsenio can stay by your side to serve you. Is this okay?"

After a simple assessment, old Selwyn came to the conclusion that Wayne was more terrifying than Voldemort.

When the Dark Lord was most rampant, his most dazzling achievement was facing an ambush of thirty Aurors and nearly a hundred strikers, successfully killing more than a dozen people and leaving calmly.

If he was not afraid of Dumbledore coming to support him, perhaps those people would not have survived.Several.

From then on, wizards all over Britain entered a stage of fear when talking about the Dark Lord, and they dared not even mention his name.

Compared with Wayne's feat just now, the two sides are actually similar. Although there are more people this time, the overall quality is definitely not as high as that of the strikers and Aurors.

But the question is how old was Voldemort at that time, and how old is Lawrence now?

Selwyn calculated this account very clearly.

If he could sacrifice his life and preserve the continuation of the Selwyn family bloodline, he would rather face Voldemort.

"Father..." Little Selwyn's eyes were red.

"Don't play the father-son affection drama for me." Wayne said coldly: "Selwyn, I let you live until now, just because of the little friendship we had in the past."

"If you can't come up with a bargaining chip that can make me excited, it's useless to say anything."

Old Selwyn was not surprised but happy, and immediately revealed all the background of the Selwyn family.

Wayne didn't care about money, but when he heard that his family owned most of the shares of a dragon farm, his eyes lit up.

"Can you completely acquire this dragon farm in half a month?"

"Yes!" Old Selwyn replied with great confidence, feeling ecstatic, knowing that his life was finally saved.

Wayne nodded slightly with satisfaction, leaned back, and a soft sofa appeared under him. As for Selwyn and his son, they should just kneel down obediently.

"Who organized this action?" Wayne asked.

"Malfoy, Parkinson, and Flint."

This Death Eater's 'class reunion' is actually a way for them to vent, and has nothing to do with the Dark Lord.

Putting on a suit of former Death Eaters is just to scare people and make them more afraid.

Wayne frowned: "I didn't see Malfoy in the group just now."

"As for Parkinson and Flint... they have gone to see Merlin."

Old Selwyn trembled and said quickly: "Malfoy has been walking with Flint and the others. I didn't lie to you." Young Selwyn thought of something and said quickly: "I know! Not long before you came, a hooded man secretly left the team. That should be Malfoy!"

Hearing his son's words, Old Selwyn was so angry that his teeth were almost broken.

Damn Malfoy, you ran away without calling me?

So fucking slippery

"Except for you two, all the troublemakers today have been arrested and will be tried soon."

Wayne looked down at the two of them. At this time, the sun had gradually risen, and the golden light fell on the boy's face, making it impossible to look directly at him.

Selwyn and his son bowed their heads respectfully, waiting for Wayne's instructions.

"Go pick a few people who are willing to be dogs, and then go to Crouch, he will get them out."

"Remember, if the people you choose have evil intentions in the future, youTwo, no, the entire Selwyn family will be buried with you."

"Is there a limit on the number?" Old Selwyn asked cautiously.

"Three." Wayne said casually, "I prefer to make friends. It's annoying to have too many dogs."

"I understand." Old Selwyn said obediently, "I will definitely select the three most suitable ones. It's their honor to be your dog."

Wayne waved his hand, "Go away. ”

Selwyn and his son bowed respectfully, then Apparated away from the scene.

Wayne did not leave, but slowly opened his hand, looked at the ladybug in his hand and whispered:

"Ms. Skeeter, you seem to know too much..."

The ladybug flapped its wings, flew away from the boy's palm, landed on it, and transformed into an exaggerated woman.

Her hair was made into delicate, stiff curls, with an ugly pair of eye frames and a pointed chin, which looked extremely mean to Orientals.

This woman is the one in "Prediction" Rita Skeeter, the top reporter of the Daily Prophet.

Not only can she get news that many people can't, but she also has a magical feather pen that can make ordinary manuscripts full of gimmicks.

Many people dislike her, even hate her, but it is undeniable that as long as Rita Skeeter is involved, the Daily Prophet can sell very well.

And the secret of her success is that she is an illegal Animagus who can transform into a ladybug to sneak into any inaccessible place and obtain many secrets.

"Boss, if it weren't for your permission, how could I hear these things? ”

Rita Skeeter, who dared to speak wildly and dig up explosive news even in front of Dumbledore, was carefully observing the boy's face at this time, her heart in her throat.

She was not afraid of Dumbledore because she knew that the old man would not retaliate directly for what he wrote, and at most would prevent her from entering Hogwarts.

But she could transform into a ladybug and was not afraid of such warnings at all.

But the boy in front of her was different.

He knew all her secrets, and had terrifying power, controlling 80% of the media in the wizarding world.

When life and dreams are strangled by one person, fear is inevitable.

"Relax." Wayne saw her nervousness and smiled: "If I really wanted to do something, I would have just crushed you to death."

"Ms. Skeeter, I think we have a very good employment relationship, and you are my most admired employee. ”

Wayne reached out, and a single sofa appeared behind Rita Skeeter, and the boy motioned him to sit down.

Rita Skeeter didn't dare to refuse, and sat down obediently, with only a little of her butt touching the sofa, and she was extremely restrained.

"Some news should be like what you are good at, explosive, eye-catching, telling the public what they want to know, as for the truth, it is not important. "

Rita Skeeter showed an excited look: "You are really wise, completely different from those old antiques in the publishing house!"

Wayne's idea coincided with hers.

"Then please tell me." Wayne sat up a little straight, "What is the focus of this report?"

Rita Skeeter hesitated for a moment and expressed her thoughts: "The quality of foreign wizards is low, the management of the Ministry of Magic is incompetent, and... and the arrogance of those pure-bloods."

After speaking, Rita Skeeter saw Wayne still staring at her without saying a word, and she felt uncomfortable.

"I don't think it's right." The boy said word by word.

Rita Skeeter nodded frantically, "I don't think it's right either. I'm too stupid. Boss, how do you think this article should be written? Please give me some advice. "

Wayne smiled shyly: "It's actually very simple..."

Rita Skeeter listened carefully and even took out parchment and a quill.

But the boy just said one word, which made her dumbfounded.

"Blow me."

........

The lively night finally passed. When it was almost dawn, the camp was completely quiet. Many people couldn't wait to take the door keys issued by the Ministry of Magic and leave here.

For many people, the first half of the experience was destined to be wonderful, but it became extremely bad later.

At around nine o'clock, Mr. Weasley, his three sons, and Mr. Diggory, dragged their tired bodies back to the tent.

The people who were eating breakfast hurriedly brought out the portion prepared for them, and Cedric asked about the situation outside with concern.

"It's a mess of oatmeal porridge. "Mr. Weasley drank all the oatmeal in one gulp, stood up and filled another bowl.

"Hundreds of rioting wizards come from dozens of countries. Because it is a cross-border arrest, it takes a month of overtime just to contact the Ministry of Magic in their countries to go through the procedures."

Percy smiled foolishly: "Mr. Crouch gave me the task of writing the report. He values ​​me more."

No one paid attention to him, and Ginny asked: "What punishment will those people receive?"

"Except for the core marchers, the others have not yet been determined." Mr. Weasley shook his head, "There are too many countries involved, and there may be restrictions on extradition treaties."

"What we can do is to let these people eat some bones and compensate the victims before those countries react. ”

While saying this, he glanced at Wayne who was peeling an orange for Astoria.

In terms of losses...the hundreds of wizards combined were not as much as Wayne's fire blockade. Two walls of fire several hundred meters long turned the surroundings into scorched earth.

However, these losses were all counted on those people.

No one would cry out for them, and they would rather these troublemakers lose everything.

Even the deadThe Ministry of Magic also tacitly did not investigate the cause of death of those dozens of people, and attributed them all to accidental injuries.

They were not fools. When they saw the group of hooded men crawling at Wayne's feet, they knew who caused all this.

Who would be willing to go to Wayne for these unlucky guys?

This behavior has been defined as a terrorist attack, and any countermeasures taken will be regarded as legitimate defense.

There is only one thing Mr. Weasley does not understand, why those Death Eaters would shoot the Killing Curse at Wayne as if they were looking for death.

Unless... they were controlled by someone.

But Mr. Weasley did not want to think about it. It is better for people to be confused.

When he reported to Fudge, he did not mention these doubts, but just said that these people launched a sneak attack and wanted to fight to the death.

"By the way." He suddenly looked at Wayne: "The Minister asked me to ask you, what are you going to do with those 'diamonds'?"

The boy immediately showed a disgusted expression: "Whoever wants them can have them, it has nothing to do with me."

Ron's eyes lit up: "Diamonds, what diamonds? Can you give them to me?"

The faces of several adults turned green, and Mr. Weasley rarely gave Ron a slap on the forehead:

"Eat your porridge!"

"Dad, those are diamonds!" Ron said anxiously.

Sirius pulled his sleeve and whispered something in his ear, and Ron's face turned pale instantly.

"Okay, we'll go back after dinner. Such a big thing happened, Jasmine must be very worried."

Everyone nodded and finished their food in a few seconds.

After repacking the tent, the Weasleys, the Diggorys, and Luna and her father prepared to use the portkey to return to the village, while Wayne summoned the Phoenix King.

Before leaving, he pulled Little Sai into the grove.

"Go back and ask your father if he wants to improve?"

Cedric looked at him blankly: "How to improve?"

"Your brain is not suitable for the Ministry of Magic." Wayne sighed helplessly: "Just go back and tell Mr. Diggory, he will understand."

Cedric had no choice but to nod and write it down.

The girls surrounded Wayne in the middle, and the Phoenix King turned into a blazing flame, forming a series of vortices, wrapping everyone and disappearing on the spot.

When he reappeared, he returned to Wayne's home.

"Everyone, take a rest first. We didn't sleep well last night." Looking at the tired faces of Hermione and Qiu, Wayne said.

"I'd better go home first." Qiu shook his head: "Dad is still in the Ministry of Magic, I must tell Mom that he is safe."

Wayne nodded and asked Gardevoir to send Qiu home.

The others went back to their rooms to sleep. Astoria went into Wayne's room and fell asleep on the bed.

At noon, an owl brought an expedited copy of the Daily Prophet.flew in.

Wayne took the newspaper. The cover was a raging sea of ​​fire, with densely packed wizards below and a majestic figure floating in the sky.

After seeing the title clearly, the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Symbol of Peace, Nemesis of Evil! ——Young Genius Lawrence Saves the Incompetent British Ministry of Magic"

I asked you to brag... I didn't ask you to brag awkwardly! .