Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

Five minutes later, Seamus was sent to the school infirmary by the anxious Professor Flitwick.

Madam Pomfrey saw Seamus' miserable condition and raised her eyebrows: "Filius, what dangerous spells did you teach them again?"

"I have told you so many times, you are the professor of Charms, don't always think about the days when you won the duel championship."

Professor Flitwick felt that he was more wronged than Sirius, "I didn't, Poppy, the first class of the fourth grade has always been the flying curse, who knows why Finnigan suddenly became like this, you help to take a look."

"Wait here." Madam Pomfrey didn't say anything else, and controlled the unconscious Seamus to float in and start checking.

Professor Flitwick paced back and forth anxiously.

He still didn't know what he did wrong. It was obviously the safest spell, how could it be like this?

In the past, the trouble Seamus had caused was at most burning a few feathers and blowing up the table.

But today he didn't even let himself go. This is too cruel!

At this time, Flitwick silently made a decision. If students from other schools come, he will try to avoid Seamus's chance to contact him in class, so that other students will not think that Hogwarts is plotting against them.

Fifteen minutes later, Madam Pomfrey came out with a strange look on her face.

Professor Flitwick immediately greeted him: "What's the matter, Poppy?"

"Are you sure he used the Summoning Curse?" Pomfrey asked.

"I'm sure and certain."

"That's strange." Madam Pomfrey was speechless: "How did he manage to blow up his own lungs?"

Professor Flitwick: "???"

.....

Good news doesn't go out, but bad news spreads a thousand miles.

The news that Seamus blew up his lung because he stuttered while chanting a spell quickly spread throughout the campus, and everyone was shocked.

I didn't expect that Hogwarts would have such a fierce general.

For a time, the name of the explosive genius resounded throughout the seven grades. Many people thought that it would be good to let Seamus be a warrior. He didn't need to blow himself up, but could blow up the warriors of the other six schools.

Harry and his roommates originally wanted to visit him in the school infirmary, but when they arrived, Madam Pomfrey told them that Seamus had been sent to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Wizardry.

Even in the wizarding world, a blown lung is not a minor injury. It is safer and more professional to go to the hospital.

Several professors also held an emergency meeting. Professor McGonagall asked everyone to be sure to guard Seamus in the future and not to scare students from other schools.

In the next few days, the young wizards also witnessed the terrible extent of this semester.

The homework is much more than usual. For example, Wayne and his classmates in the fourth grade have homework for more than ten feet, which is equivalent to the length of ten A4 sheets.

The key is that this is not all the homework for a week, because spells, transfiguration, etc.The magic society assigns homework twice a week, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts class has not started yet.

The students are complaining. Every day, apart from attending classes, they spend time in the library or the lounge to write homework.

But despite being so busy, Hermione still takes two hours every day to read the history of house-elves.

On Thursday night, before the library closed, she finally finished reading.

"Have you changed your mind now?" Wayne asked.

The little witch pursed her lips and couldn't speak for a long time.

Just by reading the records in the book, she could understand that if the wizards had lost the racial war, their fate would not be much better than that of the house-elves.

And after thousands of years of domestication and training, the slave gene has been deeply rooted in the body of the house-elves.

If she insists on doing it, not only will the wizards not support her, but even the house-elves will be afraid of her.

"I am too childish." Finally, Hermione said dejectedly.

"Sometimes being childish is good, I like it." Wayne touched her head: "Put your limited energy on something more worthwhile."

"Well, I know." Hermione hugged the boy's waist and lay on his chest, feeling extremely relieved.

.........

On Friday, the last class of Hufflepuff every week is still Potions.

During class, everyone was cautious. The little wizards had heard that Snape's temper was getting worse and worse. Every time he was in class, he would pick a few unlucky people to sneer at.

Although I don't know what happened, no one would be surprised if such a thing happened to Snape. They have become accustomed to it.

So in this class, everyone listened to the class honestly, brewed potions according to the requirements, and tried to reduce their presence.

But it still couldn't stop someone from deliberately picking on him. The despicable old bat stared directly at Hannah and Toby, who were not good at potion, and casually deducted more than ten points.

Recently, Snape's mood was almost always in the worst state, with bad news coming one after another.

Harry couldn't use the gender-changing mint candy. Wayne and Dumbledore cheated him of thousands of Galleons and paid for the students to make up the materials at their own expense.

Are those materials wasted by these idiots?

That's his money!

What's worse is...that person is back!

After hearing the news about Voldemort, he hardly had a good sleep these days.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw the scene of Lily lying on the ground with a pale face, which almost tortured him crazy.

Feeling the irritable and gloomy atmosphere emanating from Snape behind him, Ravenclaw's Anthony Goldstein almost cried. Being stared at like this, he had long forgotten the steps behind.

"Are you trying to burn the cauldron through, Goldstein?"

"Five points from Ravenclaw!"

.......

After class, the young wizards fled out of the classroom, and Wayne was left alone by Snape again.

When everyone in the classroom had left and only the two of them were left, Snape whispered:

"Moody has woken up and is now in Dumbledore's office. Come with me."

"Okay." Wayne nodded indifferently.

Snape waved his wand, and all the windows were tightly closed. The residue of materials on the table also disappeared, and the two walked out of the classroom.

On the way to the top floor, Wayne suddenly asked: "The last time you defeated Barty the Crushing Spell, the power suddenly increased a lot. It's the effect of the transformation."

Snape's face tightened, and when he saw that there were no other students and professors around, he relaxed a little and answered in a low voice: "Yes, I compressed the magic power and burst out twice the power."

"But now you can't use it often, your body can't bear it."

"I can see it." Wayne glanced at him: "Your blood vessels were about to burst at that time."

It's better not to say it!

Snape cursed in his heart, do you think everyone is as talented as you? Ordinary wizards like us have to fight for our lives to break through the limit and become stronger.

Snape, who used to be very proud of his strength and talent, had to admit that his strength and genius were for ordinary people.

And the two foxes, one old and one young, in the school have gone beyond this category and there is no comparison.

With a muffled groan, Snape said unyieldingly: "This is just the beginning of the transformation. After a while, there will definitely be a transformation."

Wayne chuckled and did not refute, but asked: "Professor, although I don't know much about this, I have some suggestions. Do you want to listen?"

The two stopped, Snape stared at the boy, and nodded after a long time.

"You tell me."

Wayne had not shown too strong black magic ability in front of him, but he was proficient in one method and all methods, just like Dumbledore. He didn't use black magic just because he didn't like to use it. Anyone who thinks he can't use it is really a little cute.

"Your transformation level is still too low. Even if you change yourself beyond recognition and lose your nose, you can't improve much. Well, at most you will be several times stronger than now, but it's still not good enough."

Snape looked ugly, but he couldn't deny that what Wayne said was true.

"I want to hear advice, not to discourage me."

"I know you're anxious, but don't be anxious yet." Wayne saw someone coming down from the building, and he pushed open the History of Magic classroom next to him, and the two walked in.

"Professor, since we've already embarked on this path, why not be more thorough..."

The young man looked at him meaningfully: "For example... transform your own blood?"

Snape's pupils trembled, and he looked at him in disbelief.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

"Nonsense." Wayne rolled his eyes: "It's come to this point,What other psychological burdens do you have? Do you think the blood of magical animals is lowly and unworthy of you? "

"There is no definitive answer to how wizards come from. Bloodline is just a passing cloud. Only strength is real."

In the wizarding world, there are many chains of contempt.

In addition to pure-bloods despising half-bloods and Muggle-born wizards, they actually hate alternative "half-bloods" more.

For example, half-blood giants like Hagrid and Madame Maxime (many people don't know that Madame Maxime has half-blood blood, and she herself is unwilling to admit it), and...half-blood veelas like Fleur.

Wayne actually felt in Beauxbatons that Fleur's popularity was not very good.

Many girls are hostile to her, and Madame Maxime values ​​Fleur so much, and there are similar reasons for the two of them.

But no one knows Can you deny that being mixed with magical animals actually has unique advantages?

For example, Furong has learned spiritual magic very well. The magic power of mixed-blood giants is generally strong, and their resistance is much higher than that of ordinary wizards. These are all advantages.

In the magic world, there is an unpopular view that the first wizards were actually born from the intercourse between Muggles and magical animals, but because it is too unrighteous, it has never been accepted by people.

But Wayne thinks that this statement is actually very likely.

Snape's face was uncertain, and he was also considering it.

"Blending blood... There is too little information about it, and the risk is very high..."

"This is suitable for you..." Wayne tried to deceive: "The bigger the wind and waves, the more expensive the fish. The effort and benefits of merging blood are proportional."

"If you merge with powerful magical creatures such as phoenixes, basilisks, or fire dragons, your strength will definitely undergo a qualitative transformation. ”

“Besides, don’t you still have the potion to back you up? You won’t die no matter how you torture yourself. You’ll just be in more pain.”

“Aren’t you a half-blood prince? It won’t make any difference if you have more blood.”

Snape’s face twitched.

It was easy to say. Before, he was in so much pain just by filling a few magic patterns on a few parts of his body. If he really needed a blood transfusion...

He couldn’t imagine what kind of pain that would be.

It’s probably no less painful than when Peter Pettigrew was tortured by him.

But Wayne was right...

If he could really fuse with dragons, phoenixes, and other super-class magical creatures, he would definitely become very strong. Strong.

For a moment, Snape was a little undecided.

He walked out of the classroom without saying a word, and Wayne followed him and smiled. He was already tempted.

With Snape's personality, although he was still hesitant, he would definitely choose to fuse blood in the end. At that time, the resurrection potion that would be consumed would be a huge number.

As the cost of silence continues to increase, wouldn't he be able to raise the price as he controls the raw materials?

Snape had no idea,He had been calculated to death, and was still weighing the pros and cons.

He didn't speak again until he came in front of the gargoyle.

The two walked into the office, and Moody sat opposite Dumbledore. After the recuperation of Snape in the past few days, his face was almost the same as that of Barty Jr.

"Hey, Mr. Moody, where is your magic eye?" Wayne asked curiously after seeing it.

Dumbledore's eyelids twitched: "Mr. Lawrence, calling you here is also related to Alastor's magic eye."

"Professor, I didn't take it." Wayne cried out in injustice, "I like treasures more, but the magic eye looks disgusting, and it has been used by several people, so I don't like it."

Moody's face fell and became even uglier.

"Wayne, you saved me, I really want to thank you, but I made this magic eye myself, who else has used it except me."

"Little Barty." Wayne said with disdain.

Moody's expression froze.

"Mr. Lawrence, I'm not talking about you, but your Niffler." Dumbledore looked at him helplessly.

"Did Jerry take it?"

Wayne suspiciously took out the Niffler who was sleeping soundly in his pocket. The little guy was awakened and squeaked.

Dumbledore said, "It was Phineas who saw it, and I didn't notice it at the time."

"Please wait a moment."

Wayne turned the struggling Jerry upside down and scratched its little belly, and then all kinds of Galleons, gems, and shiny utensils fell out of the soft belly and quickly piled up into a small mountain.

Even Dumbledore and Moody were shocked by Jerry's 'treasures'.

Snape's breathing became even faster.

This Niffler... is even richer than him.

Finally, when the treasure pile was almost half a person's height, a round eyeball fell out. Moody flicked his wand and the eyeball flew into his hand.

But Moody didn't take it immediately. After Wayne's words, he felt disgusted. He had to soak it in disinfectant for two days when he returned.

"Chirp! Chirp!"

Jerry looked at Moody and screamed in dissatisfaction.

"Little guy, it seems you have good taste." Moody snorted, took out his pocket, took out a sapphire and threw it over.

"How about exchanging this with you?"

Jerry immediately calmed down and stopped making trouble.

After Wayne put it down, he quickly collected all the treasures and jumped back into the boy's pocket.

Snape glanced at Jerry again, wondering what he was thinking.

After the two sat down, Moody thanked Wayne again: "If it weren't for you, I would probably be locked up until I died without being discovered."

"We are all family, no need to talk about this." Wayne waved his hand: "Just pay attention next time."

"Of course, I was careless this time." Moody said hatefully: "I didn't expect them toThere will be a killing weapon like the basilisk."

Even if there is no basilisk, you probably can't beat those two people.

Wayne secretly evaluated in his heart.

Moody is very strong, but he has too many injuries on his body, especially his inconvenient legs and feet, which seriously impairs his mobility.

Otherwise, at the age of more than 50, he would not have retired from the position of Auror.

Moody asked in a deep voice: "Dumbledore, Voldemort has returned, what are you going to do."

Snape looked at the old man.

After a moment of silence, Dumbledore said: "My idea... is a bit risky, Alastor, since Barty Jr. can replace you, can we turn around and let you play Barty Jr.?".