Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

Wayne is very confident in his spells and control level, especially the Stunning Spell, which is used hundreds of times a year, and he has mastered it to perfection.

He said that if Norman and Toby sleep until 7 o'clock, they will never wake up at 6:59.

Just now Wayne wanted Snape to faint for half an hour, but now it has recovered in less than 20 minutes, which is simply a slap in his face.

Wayne looked at the old bat with a confused look in his eyes, and suddenly thought of a possibility.

He fixed his eyes, holding the wand in his hand and resting it on Snape's shoulder.

Snape's face changed, and he wanted to stop Wayne's action, but he had just broken free from the influence of the Stunning Spell, and his mobility had not been fully recovered, so he was a beat slower.

When he opened Wayne's wand, the boy had already obtained the information he wanted, and his face became complicated:

"Professor, you are really cruel to yourself. You actually performed magic transformation."

Dumbledore's face also changed, and his eyes suddenly became sharp, as if he could penetrate Snape's heart:

"Severus, don't you want to explain?"

Magic transformation is actually black magic transformation, because normal magic does not involve this aspect at all.

This is a very taboo category of magic, and even the books in the forbidden area rarely introduce it.

The degree of danger is not less than the creation of Horcruxes. Depending on the different parts of the transformation, it is even more dangerous. The only difference is that it will not hurt others, but only torture yourself.

By casting magic on the body, transforming organs and body structure, making your spells more powerful, and improving magic resistance, observation, and strength, all of these can be done.

Voldemort is a master at this. His body has long been changed beyond recognition, but this is also one of the reasons why he is so powerful.

Just now, Wayne used magic to explore Snape's body and encountered considerable resistance. It was completely different from normal wizards. No wonder he was unconscious for such a short time.

....

Faced with Dumbledore's questioning, Snape, who had just turned pale, suddenly calmed down.

"Explanation? What explanation do you need?"

"Isn't it obvious? I think this can improve my strength, so I did it. This is my personal pursuit of magic. You have no right to interfere."

Snape sneered: "You just need to know that I won't mess up my brain like the Dark Lord."

"That's not what I meant." Dumbledore frowned: "Severus, this is too risky. You need to think carefully. It's not too late to stop now."

"Impossible." Snape rejected it flatly and glanced at Wayne.

He also has self-esteem, okay?

Seeing Wayne's strength rushing towards an unpredictable abyss, how could Snape be willing?

Especially after seeing the report in the newspaper, he was greatly stimulated.

It turns out that the gap between the two was the smallest when Wayne just entered school a few months ago.

Snape regretted that he didn't bully him more when he was still weak.

Now, he was thankful that Wayne didn't bully him.

So even if he took risks again, he would not give up easily as long as there was a chance to improve his strength.

What's more, this is no longer an adventure?

Seeing that Dumbledore wanted to say something, Snape blocked his mouth with one sentence.

"I can't die even if I want to. Have you forgotten my potions?"

Dumbledore was in a trance for a moment.

He also remembered that during the summer vacation, he saw Snape tortured Peter Pettigrew to death and then revived him with a bottle of potion...

With such a potion, it was really hard for him to die.

"Be careful." Dumbledore gave a final reminder and stopped trying to persuade him.

Everyone has his own path. Now it seems that Snape should have found a development path that suits his status as a potion master.

Wayne also looked at him strangely.

With the resurrection potion as a trump card, Snape does have the confidence to transform himself, but... when all these potions are used up, will he have to beg for help again?

Hehehe...

.......

The three of them discussed for a while, and finally Wayne came up with a solution.

Although neither of them agreed, there was no better way in the end, so he could only try.

Wayne and Snape left the principal's office and walked downstairs.

"Hufflepuff will be deducted 20 points for attacking the professor~'~'."

Snape began to retaliate, still upset about the sneak attack by Wayne, "I have the evidence against you now..."

"Really?" Wayne interrupted him, sighing with some regret: "Then I can only choose to silence him and find another Potions professor for the school."

Snape's eyelids twitched. He knew Wayne was just joking, but he was still scared. He took a few quick steps and distanced himself from the boy.

"Tsk." Wayne pouted and went to the school gate to wait for someone.

After a while, the bell for the end of get out of class rang, and the students who were taking the Care of Magical Creatures class at the edge of the Forbidden Forest also came back, and their expressions were not very good.

The animals that Hagrid asked them to take care of were even more disgusting than the Babo tubers in the Herbology class. Their tails would explode from time to time, and many little wizards' clothes were burned black.

Seeing Wayne, Hermione thought the boy was waiting for her, and ran over happily.

"You go in first." Wayne squeezed Hermione's hand and said softly, "I still have some things to deal with. If I have time in the afternoon, I can go to the library with you to check information."

"Okay, I know." Hermione responded obediently and walked into the hall by herself.

Wayne glanced and saw three sneaky figures clinging to the wall, trying to reduce their presence.

"Malfoy, come here." Wayne said lightly.

In an instant, the three people moving against the wall froze for a moment. Except for the thinnest Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle rushed in at the fastest speed.

Malfoy looked at his two followers in shock. He was stunned for half a minute before he came to him at Wayne's urging, with a flattering tone:

"Lawrence, what a coincidence, I didn't see you just now."

Wayne looked at him with a smile, but didn't expose him. He turned around and walked forward.

"Come with me."

Malfoy didn't dare to disobey, and followed him into a side hall obediently.

"I need your help with something..." Wayne said the request, and Malfoy's face became uncertain.

"Can I ask why?"

"I'm sorry, but I promise you won't get hurt." Wayne looked down at him. Although Malfoy wasn't short, he was still half a head shorter than Wayne.

"And you'll win my favor, and I believe that's what you need."

Malfoy's heart skipped a beat, and he remembered what his father had told him before he returned to school - "Remember the Malfoy family motto: Always stand on the side of the winner."

He didn't know much information, but he knew very well who the winners and the top of the food chain in this school were.

"I promised!"

"A wise choice." Wayne smiled and patted his shoulder: "By the way, remember to pay the tuition at the weekend."

Malfoy: "........"

.........

After two divination classes, the first day of school was finally over.

Trelawney started a new divination category this semester - astrology divination, which requires everyone to draw the position of the planets when each person was born. Ron's weekend homework doubled because he drew three Neptunes.

"Hateful female bat." As the crowd went downstairs, Ron complained bitterly: "This will cost me the whole weekend."

"Maybe you can ask Professor Sinistra for help. He is an expert in astronomy and can save you a lot of time." Harry came up with a good idea, and Ron nodded repeatedly: "This way I will have time to test your Firebolt."

The Firebolt that Sirius bought for Harry finally arrived at the end of the summer vacation. Even so, he found Wayne's relationship and got one from the tight orders.

They came to the lobby, which was crowded with people waiting in line for dinner. As soon as the two stood still, a harsh voice came from behind them.

"Weasley, hey, Weasley!"

Harry and Ron turned around and saw Malfoy and his two followers standing there. Their mood immediately became worse.

"What?" Ron asked unhappily.

"Nothing, just concerned about you. Oh, by the way, there are dresses on the list of necessities for this semester, right? They should be used for the dances held with other schools."

Malfoy showed a nasty smile. Now he was acting completely in his true colors. No, it didn't look like acting at all.

Wayne's request was that he anger Harry and Ron after class, and it would be best if they could fight.

This was too easy for Malfoy.

"What do you want to say?" Harry asked impatiently.

"Are you so angry, Potter?" Malfoy raised his head, "I just don't want Weasley to lose face for the school by wearing a shabby and ugly dress. If you need it, I have a few second-hand ones here. It is a tradition in our family to wear a dress only once."

Goyle and Crabbe smiled in coordination, and many people pricked up their ears to pay attention to the movement here.

Ron was shaking with anger and roared, "Who wants your dirty stuff? I've bought a brand new dress. Even the house elves won't touch your clothes."

The sarcasm on Malfoy's face disappeared. Ron's words also hit his lungs.

It has always been a shame for him to release the house elves at home.

"Shut your mouth, horse shit." Harry glared at him and pulled Ron away.

Bang!

Several people screamed, and Harry felt a white hot object brushing his cheek. He quickly reached for his wand, and then a roar echoed in the hallway.

"Don't do this, kid!"

Harry turned around and saw Moody limping down the marble stairs, holding a wand in his hand, pointing directly at a snow-white ferret.

"Did he hurt you?" Moody asked angrily, "I hate people who attack others from behind! Don't touch him!"

The latter sentence was said to the two followers. Stared at by Moody's magic eyes, Crabbe and Goyle were so scared that they stood still and dared not move.

Moody pointed his wand at the struggling ferret up and down, and the ferret's body rose to a height of ten feet, and then suddenly fell down.

"¨「 ¨「 What are you doing, Professor Moody!" A surprised voice said.

Professor McGonagall walked quickly from the marble stairs, holding a pile of books in her arms.

"Hello, Professor McGonagall." Moody responded calmly, "I'm just teaching my students."

"Oh my God!" Professor McGonagall screamed, and the book in her hand fell to the ground, but she didn't bother to pick it up. She pointed her wand at the ferret. A moment later, with a crackling sound, Malfoy recovered and curled up on the ground and trembled.

"Moody, we never use Transfiguration as a punishment!" Professor McGonagall looked at him angrily: "Dumbledore must have told you."

"Maybe." Moody said casually, "But I forgot."

"I, I'm going to tell my dad!" Malfoy's eyes were filled withWith tears in his eyes, he whispered in humiliation. Moody heard it and came over viciously: "Lucius? I've known him for a long time. Tell him that Moody is keeping a close eye on his son."

"Oh, your dean is Snape, right?"

"Yes." Malfoy said resentfully.

"He's also an old friend. You can ask him to talk to me." After that, he limped away again. Professor McGonagall shook her head weakly. After a while, she picked up all the books with her wand and walked into the hall.

"I've started to like him." Ron trembled with excitement: "When will there be a Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"

"Thursday." Harry also stared at Moody's back, feeling as refreshed as if he had drunk a bottle of iced cola.

While eating, he was still asking Ron about Moody's past glorious deeds, and Fred and George beside him also joined in.

"He's so cool." George said, "We took his class this morning."

"How was it?" Harry asked eagerly.

"I've never taken a class like this." Fred said.

"He really knows." Lee Jordan also showed an unsatisfied expression.

"What do you know?"

"Everything, how to destroy corpses, how to subdue dark wizards, and even how to make their crimes more serious through fighting."

While they were discussing heatedly, the door of the hall was pushed open roughly.

(Li Hao (Li Hao))

Snape walked in angrily, followed by Malfoy with messy hair and red eyes.

They went straight to the guest of honor, and Snape stared at Moody coldly.

"After the younger ones are beaten, here comes the older ones."

Before they stood in front of him, Moody put away the wine flask and stood up with a sneer.

"So, do you have any advice, Snape?"

"I don't want to argue with you." Snape showed a fearful look: "Dumbledore asked you to go there. I hope that after you talk to him, you can understand that students are not as simple as the criminals you chased before."

"What's the difference?" Moody's magic eyes turned around and finally looked at Malfoy, who was so scared that he quickly hid behind Snape.

Moody grinned: "Lucius' son can be a good thing. Death Eaters are Death Eaters and will never change."

Snape frowned and touched his left arm: "Go and tell Dumbledore these words."

"Malfoy, go back to eat." Malfoy ran away.

Snape led Moody out of the hall, and when he passed by the Gryffindor table, he deducted 30 points from Harry and Ron for rejecting their classmates' kindness, which made the two of them so angry that they cut their steaks into minced beef.

All the way to the door of the principal's office, there was no communication between the two, and only the sound of Moody's magic eye could be heard.

"Dongpo pork."

Snape read out the password, signaling Moody to goIn front.

Moody snorted coldly and passed him. His magic eye turned completely backwards, staring at the situation behind.

Seeing Snape's face was normal, he felt a little relieved.

He didn't knock on the door, but pulled the door knocker and walked in. When he saw that there was a boy inside, Moody's original eye shrank uncontrollably, and a huge bad feeling rose in his heart.

The next second, the boy smiled and took out a lighter-like mechanism and pressed it gently--

In an instant, the light and shadow twisted, and the field unfolded! .