Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

"What are you up to?"

Ron, who was chewing a chicken leg, was forcibly dragged to the hallway by the twins. Harry wanted to follow him, but was held down by George.

Compared to his younger brother, Harry still had some brains.

What if Ron reacted after his reminder?

George and Fred looked at each other, Fred pursed his lips, George nodded, then turned around, held Ron's shoulder and said seriously:

"Ronnie, we are looking for you because we have something very important to discuss with you."

Ron shuddered uncontrollably and turned around and wanted to run without hesitation.

As long as the twins called him by a nickname, he could guarantee that it was not a good thing.

Either they were mocking him or trying to trick him.

"Don't be impatient, Ronnie, just listen to us first."

Fred quickly held Ron and said with all his strength, "Two minutes. If you are not interested after listening, we will not stop you. You can leave if you want."

"Hurry up and tell me." Ron closed his eyes in pain. He knew he could not escape.

"What medicine do you want me to try again?"

"Try medicine?" George raised his eyebrows. "There is no new work recently. I will definitely find you when I have the chance in the future."

"Today we just want to make an investment... According to Wayne, we want to be an angel investor."

"That's right." Fred nodded in agreement: "Young man, we are very optimistic about you."

Ron looked up blankly: "What do you think of me?"

I have never seen such a long time. Fred and George can still think highly of him?

"We think you have the potential to become a warrior."

"Fred, today is not April Fool's Day." Ron leaned against the wall weakly, not knowing what they were doing: "I don't even have the qualifications to sign up, and I'm a warrior. Do you think it's fun to play tricks on me?"

It used to be fun, but now I'm tired of it.

The twins commented in their hearts, and they still kept smiling on their faces.

"Ronnie, we have a way to get you over the age line." George said kindly.

"What way?" Ron was stunned.

"Aging agent." George took out the thing: "One drop for a year, you only need three drops."

"It can't be a fake medicine." Ron was not a fool, and looked at the two suspiciously, "If it really works, why don't you use it yourself, and come to me?"

"Because we think you are more likely to become a warrior." George frowned and said very seriously.

"That's right. Compared to you, although we are a billion smarter, a billion more clever, and have mastered a billion more magic, we still lack a certain quality."

"Courage!"

The two of them sang in unison, which made Ron stunned.

He thought about it and felt that there was nothing wrong.

"Ronnie, you have always been the bravest person in the family. Oh, exceptCharlie, he dares to play with the dragon."

George looked sincere: "That's why we plan to invest in you and give you this expensive aging agent."

"Don't give me that." Ron sneered: "You must want to cheat me of my money, right?"

"Of course not, we don't need you to pay."

Ron, who was smart for a while, was confused again.

Aren't you looking for him to sell medicine?

"I said it's an investment. It's a transaction after I take your money." Fred tried to explain the concept of investment to Ron.

"The aging agent is given to you for free. We bet that you can win the championship and win the final 3,000 Galleons prize."

"Three drops of aging agent, in exchange for 300 Galleons, you give it back to us if you win the championship, if you don't, it's as if nothing happened, and we will consider our investment a failure, what do you think? ”

Ron’s eyes became brighter and brighter.

He felt that the idea proposed by the twins was really good.

If he won the championship, he only needed to give George and Fred 300 Galleons.

Although compared with three drops of aging agent, this was definitely a sky-high price.

But he could get 3,000 Galleons, so 300 less would not be a problem.

Even if he didn’t get it, it would not be a problem. He didn’t have to pay back the money anyway. Becoming a warrior was enough for him to show his face in front of so many schools.

The worst result was not being selected, and he didn’t lose anything.

Thinking that he had nothing to lose, Ron’s eyes instantly became firm.

“I want four drops, but still 300 Galleons. "

To be on the safe side, he asked for one more drop.

At this moment, Ron felt that he was very smart.

George and Fred pretended to hesitate, whispered a few words, pretending to discuss.

Finally, they agreed.

Five minutes later, Ron returned to the hall happily.

"What do Fred and the others want from you?" Harry asked curiously.

"Aging potion." Ron took out the aging potion in a show-off manner and poured four drops into his mouth in a row.

He did not deliberately lower his voice, and many people around heard it, and they all looked over with curious eyes.

"I'm going to be a warrior, bless me, Harry." After saying that, Ron walked towards the age line with a heroic spirit.

"He doesn't really think that he can cheat Dumbledore's magic with the aging potion, right? ”

Hermione looked at Ron in disbelief, wondering if his brain was burnt out.

Even if Dumbledore was old and confused, this simplest method should have been taken into consideration.

Otherwise, the age line would have no meaning at all.

“Don’t say that, Hermione.” George and Fred sat opposite her, staring at Ron: “What if the headmaster really forgot? This aging agent is a high-end product that we got from Wayne with great difficulty, and we called him Godfather all day long.”

Hermione was completely speechless, but she was also curious about the changes in the middle of the venue.

Ron finally stepped into the blue age line, and the hall erupted in thunderous cheers.

"Weasley succeeded!"

"Aging potion, I want an aging potion!"

But before their voices fell, Ron's wand was just aimed at the Holy Grail.

Then there was a hissing sound, as if an invisible shot putter had thrown him out with all his strength, and he landed heavily on the ground ten feet away.

"Ouch!"

Ron rubbed his butt in pain, feeling that his coccyx was broken, but that was not the end. With a loud pop, his chin grew a long white beard, which was longer and smoother than Dumbledore's.

The students around laughed, and only George and Fred showed a lingering fear.

Fortunately, they let dear Ronnie explore the way first, otherwise they would be the two who made a fool of themselves.

But... this beard looks quite funny.

"I warned you." A low, amused voice said, and everyone turned around and saw Dumbledore and several other headmasters walking in from the entrance hall.

He looked at Ron, and a smile flashed in his eyes:

"Mr. Weasley, I can teach you some tips on maintaining your beard when I have time. Such a smooth and soft beard is rare, but now you obviously need Madam Pomfrey's help more."

People laughed even louder, and some of the headmasters following Dumbledore also laughed out loud.

Ron covered his face with his beard and ran out in silence.

Wayne also smiled and came to George and Fred.

"I thought you were going to use it for yourselves, but I didn't expect you to use Ron as a gun again."

"I will remember Ron's sacrifice." Fred said seriously, and he drew a cross on his chest.

"What a pity." Wayne suddenly sighed, with a regretful expression on his face.

"What a pity?" George looked at him strangely.

Wayne said with a half-smile, "It's a pity that you didn't see each other's appearance when they were old."

"What's a pity about this." George shrugged: "There will be plenty of opportunities in the future, right, Fred."

"Of course, even if we are eighty years old, we will live together."

The two clapped their hands and showed the same smile.

Wayne's mood suddenly improved a lot.

These two funny guys really should kowtow to him, otherwise... this will be their only chance to see each other's appearance when they are old.

Ron's tragic experience made those students who wanted to get through by trickery more obedient, but there were still some people who tried unwillingly, and the final result was that they were sent to the school clinic.

By the next day, Saturday, almost all the students who wanted to participate had signed up.

People felt that time was passing too slowly, and they wished that it would be evening right away, when Dumbledore announced the result.

In the morning, Wayne was free for a rare time, and turned down all the girls' invitations to date., lying dead and doing nothing in the dormitory.

Girlfriends are something that you will get annoyed with even if you like them.

Walker felt a little tired after wandering around the girls every day, and just wanted to be alone for a while.

But when it was past ten o'clock, he felt bored again.

After thinking about it, Wayne decided to go and see how Snape was doing.

Yesterday's Potions class was taught by Professor Sprout because Snape asked for leave.

It has been almost two days since he disappeared. Is it really gone?

"I solemnly swear that I will not do bad things."

The ink line extended, and the Marauder's Map quickly presented the map of the entire castle.

The names on it were densely packed, most of which were concentrated near the auditorium and the first floor, and there were also many near the Black Lake. The weather was good today, and the little wizards chose to come out for a breath of fresh air.

Snape was in his office. Wayne watched for two minutes and saw no sign of him moving. He was ready to go over and take a look. (To read exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

But before leaving, he was going to calculate the fortune of the old bat.

Fenghou Qimen is not just an attack method. As a Qimen Dunjia, how could it not have prediction and divination methods?

Wayne stretched out his right hand and pinched it repeatedly. He used the earthly branch palm diagram. Through the various information of the target on the palm, he could calculate a rough idea.

Although he had just started, he was a little incapable of calculating Voldemort, an alternative son of destiny, but a little jerk like Snape could still calculate it.

"Good and bad things are interdependent...six points of good luck."

Soon, he got the result.

Go and see what's going on.

If something really happened, he could still help, right?

Wayne got up, left the lounge, and arrived at the door of the office five minutes later.

There were several kinds of defensive magic and warning magic on the door. It was obvious that Snape didn't want anyone to knock on the door and disturb him.

In this case...

Wayne looked around. No one came back to Snape's office door on Saturday. The surrounding area was terribly quiet.

"Alohomora!"

Bang~! []

Wood chips flew, and the heavy oak door fell off the door frame and hit the ground. Wayne stepped on the door and walked in, asking carelessly:

"Professor, I haven't seen you these two days? Are you still alive?!"

"Lawrence!"

The dust cleared, and a low roar came from the room.

The young man looked sideways. In the corner of the room, Snape was lying on a bed, his face flushed. There were syringes and crucibles on the shelf next to him.

Snape was about to collapse.

This morning, he injected himself with a blood factor extracted from the blood of the Thestrals, and has been fighting against the violent side effects until now.

This is a very dangerous process. EitherHe either assimilated the blood of the Thestrals, or was assimilated by them and turned into a humanoid beast. It was a good fortune for him to survive.

Fortunately, he had expected this to happen and prepared many magic potions in advance.

Not only did he have potions to stabilize the mind, but also potions to protect blood vessels from bursting, to repair internal organs, and even two bottles of resurrection potions for emergency use.

Originally, he was almost successful. Snape felt that he was becoming more and more awake and gradually able to control his body.

But then this damn Lawrence barged in!

Under the violent shock of his mind, Snape's eyes were completely covered with black, and his cursing stopped abruptly. The black air behind him rose rapidly.

"Fuck, is it such a coincidence?" Wayne was also shocked.

Feelings... The "gain" in the saying "blessings and disasters depend on each other" refers to him.

All of a sudden, he had a lot of insights into the deduction technique in Fenghou Qimen.

Being in the chess game, his every move, every thought and every thought will naturally cause the changes in the hexagram.

Snape on the bed has sat up, holding the wand tightly in his hand, and he uses the last bit of his remaining rationality to control the wand to point to his chest.

This time he failed, he must kill himself quickly and then trigger the backhand, and use the resurrection potion to archive and re-brush.

The young man snorted, threw a spell casually, and knocked Snape away.

I am the direction, I am good and bad.

This sentence is not just talk.

Since he brought the disaster, then he should also control the blessing.

Swish! Swish!

Two invisible sharp blades cut through the air and flew towards Wayne. After being knocked away, Snape quickly climbed up like nothing happened.

He also gave up the idea of ​​suicide and attacked Wayne fiercely.

This state is somewhat similar to the legendary obsession. Thestrals are not docile creatures. They are extremely loyal after being tamed, and there is a violent factor in their bones.

However, judging from the strength of these two magic powers, they are indeed much stronger than before.

Wayne pulled up a defensive barrier, and the shadowless sword hit it with a crisp jingle.

Snape's attack was like a storm, and the spells hit the barrier like raindrops and bounced everywhere.

"Not only has the power of the spell increased, but the speed has also increased a lot?"

Wayne was motionless and did not launch a counterattack. He let Snape bombard and study the effect of his blood fusion.

From this point of view, the improvement is indeed great, which can get rid of the limitation of talent on a person.

As for the total amount of magic power... No one knows more about the unit of one s than Wayne, and how much magic power it represents.

Two minutes later, the offensive quickly weakened, and Snape was already panting.

The beast's instinct told him that he could not defeat the boy in front of him, so he rushed towards the broken door without hesitation, trying to escape.

Wayne finally moved.

He hooked his index finger slightly,Snape was frozen in place, maintaining his running posture.

The character Qian—the golden treadmill! .