Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

Hearing Phineas's annoying duck voice, the boy looked at him unkindly: "Phineas, if you call me a brat again, I will go and deal with Sirius."

Snape looked at Phineas encouragingly, and silently cheered for him in his heart.

Don't be scared, Principal Black, you can do it.

You are the most unpopular principal in the history of the school, how can you be afraid of a student?

Sure enough, Phineas did not live up to Snape's expectations. After hearing Wayne's threat, he just snorted coldly:

"Go if you want to. As long as that useless grandson is alive, you can do whatever you want with the rest."

Seeing that the old man was unmoved, Wayne could only use his killer move: "Phineas."

"Hmm?" The old man snorted lightly, with a smug look on his face.

The young man said faintly, "I recently met a new curse breaker who is very proficient in the traps and defense magic of the ancient tombs... I want to invite him to visit the Black family."

Phineas's face changed.

How could he not know what a curse breaker in Gringotts is?

The name sounds grand, but in fact, he is just a tomb robber!

Except for ancient ruins and some wizards' cemeteries, where else can a curse breaker be used?

If my own tomb was dug up... Phineas shuddered and his attitude softened, "Wayne, we are old acquaintances, so don't bother your curse breaker friend."

"You go ahead and do your work. When you and Dumbledore are done, come find me."

The light in Snape's eyes completely disappeared, and Professor McGonagall pursed her lips hard to prevent herself from laughing.

Dumbledore smiled as they exchanged feelings, then asked: "Mr. Lawrence, what is the matter with you?"

"Something is true." Wayne nodded, "Please do your work first, I can go out and wait for a while and chat with the gargoyles."

The Sorting Hat also came to life, "Take me, take me."

"No need to be so troublesome." Dumbledore glanced at the cheerful hat and whispered: "Just sit here for a while, we won't need too long."

Wayne did not refuse and sat directly on the sofa.

Professor McGonagall and Snape had just arrived, and the 27 for the two 27 people was not the same thing.

"Minerva, I received letters from several other headmasters last night. This exchange team is a huge lineup."

The old man crossed his fingers and placed them on his chest: "In addition to the students who meet the registration requirements, there will be some young wizards from each grade, which is equivalent to alternative exchange students."

"These people will also take classes with our students."

Professor McGonagall's face changed slightly, "Take classes together, is this true?"

"Ah, after all, the team can only be led by the headmaster, and their professors are all left in school."

"I understand." Professor McGonagall's body was straight, she already knew why Dumbledore asked her to come here.

If the Holy Grail War is a competition between the chosen ones, then now it is a test for the professors.

Professor McGonagall has already regarded the school as her own home. She will naturally not allow the professors of Hogwarts to be said to be inferior to those of their college. After returning, she must plan the content of the class carefully and show her superb level.

And the overall quality of the students must also be improved, so as to prove the teaching quality of Hogwarts.

Thinking of some students who can't even chant spells properly, she has a headache.

"Minerva," Dumbledore encouraged with a smile: "I believe you can handle these small things, so I'll leave it all to you."

"I will do my best."

After speaking, the bell in the castle happened to ring, and Professor McGonagall hurriedly left to go to class. Wayne looked at Dumbledore with a contemptuous look.

It's so high-sounding to say that he is a hands-off shopkeeper. If it weren't for a very responsible vice-president, this broken school would be in trouble sooner or later.

Dumbledore also noticed the contempt in the boy's eyes, and his old face was rarely red. He changed the subject abruptly and said, "So Snape... I have read your application for increased funding. I am sorry that the school has no spare money to pay for more materials for you."

"Are you kidding, Dumbledore?" Snape's brows twisted into a "well" shape.

"This year's materials are almost one-third less than usual, and many advanced materials have been cut in half. My teaching plan has been completely disrupted."

"Wait a moment." Wayne raised his hand and interrupted Snape's accusation.

He cleared his throat: "Professor Snape, this is also the question I want to ask. Why do we need to buy so many potion auxiliary materials before the start of this semester? There was no such tradition in the school before."

"The funds allocated by the school board this year have not decreased compared with previous years, and have even increased a little. Where did the money go?"

This statement almost broke Snape's mouth and poured dirty water directly into it. Sure enough, his nose was crooked with anger, and he pointed at Dumbledore and shouted: "It's none of my business!"

"I'm not the principal, he is the one who manages the money!"

"That's because I misunderstood you, Professor Snape." Wayne apologized sincerely, and Snape's face looked much better. But the boy's next sentence made him so angry that he took out his wand directly!

"After all, among so many professors in the school, you look the most suspicious."

"Okay, stop arguing." Dumbledore helplessly tapped the Elder Wand and pressed down Snape's hand holding the wand.

If the two continue to bicker, they will probably fight soon.

By then, he will have to find someone to substitute for the Potions class, and he will be the one to suffer.

"Wayne, you saw it too." Dumbledore patiently explained: "Most of the funds are actually used to build new buildings, and there will be hundreds of students from other countries coming soon. This year's budget is indeed tight."

"I understand."Wayne nodded.

In fact, when he returned to school and saw the building, he understood what was going on. Just now, it was purely to disgust Snape.

"Lawrence, you are so rich, why don't you donate some to the school?" Snape sneered.

"How can we ask students to donate money?" Dumbledore frowned.

"That's right." Wayne looked at the old bat with contempt: "How about this, Professor Snape, I will be the one to scold you, and you will make up for the lack of potion materials this semester."

"You...you..."

Snape's fingers were trembling. I have never heard of bringing raw materials to work.

What a capitalist!

Dumbledore didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Just as he was about to refuse, Wayne's weak mosquito-like voice came to his ears.

"Help me once, and I'll tell you a good news later."

After looking at the boy suspiciously for two seconds, Dumbledore decided to trust him once.

So, he looked at Snape with a smile: "Severus, the school will not forget your contribution."

"Dumbledore?" Snape looked at him incredulously.

"Snape, accept your fate." Dumbledore sighed.

Facing these two foxes, one old and one young, even the dean of the Snake Academy was powerless to save the situation.

In the end, Snape could only agree humiliatingly.

Wayne signaled him with his eyes that there was nothing for you here anymore, so just leave quickly.

But Snape didn't move at all. He was about to bleed profusely. What secrets do you two have that I can't hear?

He's going to stay here today!

Seeing him like this, Wayne could only helplessly say, "Well, actually..."

A red light flew out from his sleeves and hit the defenseless Snape, who fainted without a word.

Dumbledore's mind was also blanked by Wayne's move.

...Someone attacked the professor in front of him?

Wayne smiled politely: "Sorry, Headmaster, what I am going to say next is very important. I don't think Professor Snape can know it. Let him sleep for a while."

"Then...then sleep." Old Dumbledore nodded numbly.

It's like this, what can he do?

"Mr. Lawrence, what do you want to say?"

"Well, actually it's the good news I said. I found a secret about Professor Moody."

"Oh?" Dumbledore was also curious.

Wayne said happily: "The secret is... the current Professor Moody is not the real person, but someone else pretending to be him."

"What did you say?" The smile that always hung on the old man's face disappeared.

"You heard it right. The current Professor Moody is not Moody. Someone pretending to be him. Didn't you notice that he only drank the wine in his own wine bottle last night and this morning? The wine in it is actually the polyjuice potion."

"That's Moody.Di's habit. "Dumbledore said calmly: "As a senior Auror, he is very sensitive, because there are too many people who want to kill him."

"It is irrational to doubt a professor based on this alone, Mr. Lawrence. I don't believe this is your level."

"Even you were fooled. I have to say that he is indeed very capable." Wayne chuckled, "Please let me take up some of your time and tell a story."

Dumbledore nodded without comment: "I'm all ears."

The portraits of past headmasters on the wall opened their eyes at some point, but no one made any sound, for fear of disturbing the two.

Wayne slowly told the story between Crouch and his wife, and how little Barty was rescued.

Dumbledore's expression also slowly began to change.

"I can't imagine that this is something Barty can do. ”

“Everyone has weaknesses, and Mr. Crouch’s only weakness is his wife.”

Dumbledore sighed: “Even a beautiful emotion like love can make people make irreparable mistakes.”

Perhaps he was feeling sorry for Crouch, or... talking about his past self.

“A mistake is a mistake, and this is more serious than misjudging Sirius’s crime.” Dumbledore said seriously: “If it was before, I would support you in pushing Barty up, but not now.”

“He can’t be the Minister of Magic.”

“I didn’t plan to do that.” Wayne shrugged indifferently: “It’s OK for him to be the Director of the Law Enforcement Department, which is also his old profession. "

After talking with the old antique of the Bones family that day, Wayne changed his mind.

Ministers are usually limited to re-election, and they have to resign and retire after a maximum of ten years, but directors do not have to do that. If you don't make mistakes, you can work until you can't work anymore. It is similar to his uncle Humphrey's civil service system.

So Wayne only needs to make sure that the people above are not idiots like Fudge, and control the powerful departments below.

"But how did Barty escape, and how can you be sure that Moody is Barty pretending to be?" Dumbledore continued to ask.

"Crouch was so busy a while ago that he didn't go home at all. The World Cup, the Holy Grail War... There were too many things. Just a few days before the game, Barty escaped. "

"Then how do you know that Moody is him?"

"It's very simple. "Wayne took out a piece of parchment, spread it flat on the table, tapped it with his finger, and said softly: "I solemnly swear that I have done nothing bad."

The ink line emerged from the center, and then quickly extended to the surroundings, and soon outlined a complete Hogwarts map with densely packed names of people on it. Most of them did not move, and should be in class.

Dumbledore also saw this map for the first time. He looked at it curiously for a moment, and then praised it again and again:

"Is this your work? Very cleverMagic, and established a connection with the castle. Have you been there? "

"No, this is not made by me." Wayne shook his head gently: "But you should be familiar with its maker. This is the masterpiece of the plunderers back then."

"James?" Dumbledore was slightly stunned.

"That's right." Wayne nodded calmly: "I got the map by chance. After hearing Sirius introduce their nicknames last year, I figured out everything. ”

Wayne once suspected that this map was not made by James Potter and his friends, but was found by 497 from the Room of Requirement or somewhere else.

497

But he talked with Sirius during the summer vacation and got the Black family's collection of books, so he could be sure.

This is indeed the work of several of them.

The ancient and noble Black family is indeed very skilled and has a deep foundation. Most of the technology for this map was provided by Sirius.

They used a real name magic. As long as it was mentioned in this area, it would be recorded on the map. , and it can last for so long because the magic source used by this map comes from the core of the castle.

From a certain perspective, Hogwarts is like a super huge magic prop, with a moving elevator and a beautiful ceiling, all of which require magic to support.

The castle has an ability to absorb the magic power emitted by the little wizards and store it for daily consumption of the castle.

Back then, Sirius and his team found the core and used magic to connect the map and the castle.

The location of the core surprised Wayne.

It is so real. Right below the kitchen.

When he has time, he must go and visit.

While Wayne was in a daze, Dumbledore was already studying the names on the map.

He saw his name and Wayne's name in the principal's office. Professor McGonagall was in the Transfiguration classroom. There were dozens of names crammed into a small box. Dumbledore looked and saw that it should be the third-year Transfiguration class. He saw the names of several third-year Gryffindors and Ravenclaws.

Then... his eyes moved to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, and his eyes suddenly condensed.

A name that should not appear in the classroom appeared There——Barty Crouch.

And Moody’s name, however, stayed quietly in the office, motionless.

By now, he had confirmed 80% to 90% of what Wayne said.

“Huh…” Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief, his mind was very complicated.

During yesterday’s contact, he did not find any abnormality in ‘Moody’ at all, how could a normal person think in this way.

Fortunately, there was Wayne, and fortunately, there was this map, so that Moody could suffer less.

Dumbledore was not worried about Moody’s life, because the Polyjuice Potion required the transformed target to survive.

"Professor, when will we start?" Wayne rubbed his hands expectantly.

"Alastor's magic eye is very strange. If we suddenly go to find him, we will definitely alert him." Dumbledore said in a deep voice: "We must have a suitable reason to bring him to my office to ensure that everything is safe."

"No need to be so troublesome?" Wayne felt that Dumbledore was a little too cautious: "I will rush into his office directly and make sure he can't run away."

"Yes... I will go too," a hoarse voice came.

Wayne was startled and turned his head to find that Snape had woken up.

He had deliberately controlled the strength just now. Even Norman and Toby could not wake up so quickly.

How did Snape do it? .