Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

Dumbledore is in a very tangled state.

Harry's guess can be said to be very accurate, or it can be said to be inaccurate.

If there were no Marauder's Map and Wayne's reminder, all this would still happen, and it was the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who really tricked Harry.

But the problem is that he is now the one who leads all this, which is very embarrassing.

Although he has also been a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor

"Harry, I will value your intuition." After hesitating for a long time, Dumbledore spoke.

"But I still believe that Alastor is not such a person, and he is not a minion of Voldemort."

"You should know that most of the Death Eaters in Azkaban were captured by Alastor, and his hostility towards Voldemort is higher than most people."

"Professor, I believe everything you said." Harry nodded sincerely: "But based on my experience, Professor Moody is definitely not a Death Eater, and he will not be bewitched by Voldemort."

"But maybe he has his own purpose, or he was replaced by someone else, and he is not the real Moody."

"In short, this matter is inseparable from him."

Dumbledore was speechless.

How can the dead kid guess so accurately...

"Let me tell you, I will pay more attention to Moody's whereabouts, and you should also stay alert. If he can get close to you, you can come to me at any time."

Seeing that Harry had completely regarded Moody as a bad guy, Dumbledore could not make any more excuses and could only follow his words.

As for how to guide Harry to achieve better results in the competition...then he can only change a candidate.

The first person Dumbledore thought of was Wayne.

He is the most suitable and the most trusted by Harry...

But the problem is that the price of asking Master Lawrence to come out is too high, and his coffin will be emptied, which is really painful...

"Okay, Principal, I will definitely pay attention." Harry saw that Old Dumbledore took it seriously and felt much safer, but he still walked out of the room uneasy.

After giving the Fat Lady the password, the portrait opened, and thunderous cheers came from inside. Harry was dragged in. Fred and George shouted excitedly, half angrily blaming him for not telling them how to avoid the age limit.

No matter how he explained, the Gryffindor students only cared about their college except for one warrior.

Even Ron had a quarrel with him, thinking that he was not good enough, and he signed up but watched him make a fool of himself.

Harry had no words to say, and could only cover himself with the quilt in depression.

In the suitcase world, Wayne was holding Fleur in his arms, and the two of them lay in a rocking chair and looked at the bright starry sky.

"There must be something strange here."

Fleur was still a little worried, not because she felt that Harry was a threat, but because she thought it was unfair.

"You are absolutely right." Wayne smelled the strange fragrance on the girl and leaned back a little, "But it's just a competition, the important thing is to participate."

"Are you here at Hogwarts for the competition or to accompany me?"

"Of course, it's more important to accompany you." Fleur kissed the boy's forehead: "But I'm very unhappy about this. Your school has made such a big mistake, shouldn't you compensate me?"

"Tell me, what compensation do you want?" Wayne looked like a heroic sacrifice.

The half-blooded veela looked charming, leaned over Wayne's ear, and whispered something, and his face gradually became strange.

"Then you wait, there are still a few years."

"It's okay, I can wait." Fleur smiled when she saw him agree.

"Anyway, I must be the first!"

The next morning, Wayne and Fleur came to the floor of Beauxbatons and took Gabrielle back to the hall for breakfast.

He also met Hermione on the way.

"Who signed up for Harry?" The little witch was still struggling with this question: "I saw his performance yesterday, it was definitely not him."

"It was Dumbledore." Wayne yawned. He had been busy for too long last night and didn't sleep for long: "Dumbledore wanted Harry to participate in the competition and win the championship."

There were other students around, and they all rolled their eyes when they heard Wayne's words.

We all believe that Snape signed up for Harry to kill him, but Dumbledore?

How is it possible.

Naturally, Hermione didn't believe it either. She angrily hit Wayne lightly and continued: "Harry's situation is very dangerous now. There must be a conspiracy here. Could it be..."

Looking around, she didn't say it. Wayne rubbed the little witch's head, "Dumbledore will take care of everything."

"Gabrielle wants it too!" The little loli pouted.

"Okay." Wayne had no choice but to pick up the jealous little guy.

Several people walked into the hall and immediately found that the atmosphere was wrong.

Harry was not here. The badgers glared at everyone at the Gryffindor table, angry that they had stolen half of Hufflepuff's glory.

Cedric was a little overwhelmed and kept chewing bread.

Other students also felt that this matter was shameful. All of a sudden, Gryffindor was isolated.

How could the irritable little lion stand such a thing? Hearing the discussion behind him, he directly quarreled with Hufflepuff. Students from other schools watched the show with a smile, wishing that they could fight.

"What are you doing?"

Wayne walked over, and Justin Finch-Fletchley and Ernie MacMillan, who were arguing red in the face, stopped.

Gryffindor's Seamus and Colin Creevey snorted indignantly, and Colin added:

"It was the Holy Grail that chose Harry. If you have the guts, go and argue with the Holy Grail. What's the point of saying bad things about people behind their backs?"

McMillan's temper flared up all of a sudden: "Then I'll say it to your face!"

"Potter is a thief! All Gryffindors are thieves!"

HeThe voice was very loud, and many Gryffindor students looked at him unkindly. In the distance, Malfoy and his two followers cheered loudly.

"That's right, McMillan and Diggory are the heroes, and Potter is a thief!"

Wayne glanced at him, and Malfoy's little face turned pale instantly. He sat down hurriedly and didn't dare to make a fuss.

"Do you think participating in the competition is just for the glory?" Wayne asked Seamus and Colin.

"Wayne, no." Seamus shrank his neck: "It's Justin and the others who spoke too harshly. Not only did they say Harry, but they also scolded us all."

Everyone knows who the leader of Hogwarts is. The student who dares to speak loudly in front of Lawrence has not been born yet, so seeing Wayne's calm appearance now, even Seamus, who usually has a good relationship with him, is scared.

Wayne explained patiently: "I think Ernie and Justin will calm down soon, what do you think?"

The two nodded frantically: "Yes, they have calmed down."

It was still early at this time, the professors were not there, and there were not many students, but Wayne looked around and almost everyone was paying attention to the situation here.

"I have an announcement." Wayne's voice suddenly became higher, making sure that everyone in the auditorium could hear it.

"If you envy Harry and Cedric for being selected as warriors, you can also participate in the Holy Grail War."

As he said, he pulled Jerry, who was still sleeping in, out. Jerry opened his blank little eyes, and then felt an itch in his stomach, and all the treasures he had saved for a long time fell out.

Clatter!

Gold coins and gems quickly piled up into a small mountain, shining countless people's eyes.

"Did you see that?" Wayne stuffed the frantically struggling Jerry into his pocket: "The total value of the Galleons and gems here is definitely more than the prize money of this competition. As for the trophy, I will make one for you."

"As long as anyone participates in the competition and wins the championship, it doesn't matter if the organizing committee does not recognize it, these are all your prize money!"

"But the condition is... Sign a contract with me. Whether you are injured, disabled, or even die in the competition, it has nothing to do with me."

"Life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are determined by God." (To read the exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"Lu Well, don't you want to participate in the competition? "Wayne looked at Ron who was staring at the gold mountain in a daze:

"Now I give you a chance. You don't need the Holy Grail selection. Just sign up as I say, and I guarantee that you will become a real warrior."

"Do you dare to come?"

Facing Wayne's pressing gaze, Ron lowered his head and said weakly: "The principal will not allow it."

"Dumbledore?" Wayne raised his eyebrows: "This is not something you should worry about. If he doesn't agree to such a good thing, I will take all the Hufflepuff students to write a complaint letter to the Ministry of Magic."

Wow!

There was a buzz of discussion in the hall, and Dumbledore, who had just stepped into the door, silently shrank back.

Behind him, there was a group of principals and professors, who were not in a hurry to go in, just standing there watching the show.

"Wayne, don't argue with Ron." George came over and pulled the boy's sleeve, whispering: "We played too much when we were young, and his brain is not working well."

"Then do you want to sign up?" Wayne asked.

"No, no." George and Fred shook their heads like rattles.

Even if they had thought about it before, seeing Wayne's serious look, they didn't dare to think about it.

"Who else wants to sign up? Other schools are also welcome." He looked around again. Several students from Vagadu were ready to move. Principal Zaka, who had been watching the show at the door, rushed in and slapped him.

"Idiot, you sign up at this level, are you looking for death?"

"Students of Beauxbatons, you have nothing to do here." Madam Maxime glanced at her students sternly, and then returned to her seat.

As the principals appeared and warned them with their eyes, some of the excited students calmed down.

"I'll think about it." Ron blushed and ran out of the hall.

"Put these treasures away quickly." Dumbledore said gently: "If you keep watching, even I, an old man, can't help but want to participate in the competition."

A burst of laughter appeared around, and the tense atmosphere dissipated.

Jerry climbed out of Wayne's clothes and yelled at him angrily a few times before landing on the ground and collecting his private money.

Gabrielle's eyes lit up: "Sniff!"

Then she picked him up regardless of Jerry's struggle.

Wayne shook his head and laughed, waved his wand, and all the gold coins flew up and got into his little belly.

Jerry then accepted the ravages of the little loli with peace of mind.

What happened in the hall spread quickly. In an instant, there was less discussion about the warriors, and more people were amazed at Wayne's hand and the wealth of the Niffler.

Thinking that a Niffler could carry so much money, countless people burst into tears and lamented their poverty.

After Harry learned from Hermione, he wanted to kowtow to Wayne now.

Finally someone understood his concerns. If he had a choice, he would rather give all the command spells in his hand to Cedric and withdraw from the competition.

He wanted to go to the Hufflepuff lounge to thank Wayne in person, but considering the looks of the Hufflepuff students he met on the way, he gave up the idea.

In the kitchen, Wayne and Cedric each held a drink, and there were several dishes made by elves on the table.

"Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Wayne asked.

Hearing this, Cedric smiled bitterly: "A little bit, this is also human nature, I am not a saint."

"Even if it is not Potter who signed up, he has actually changed the normal competition beyond recognition."

"I admit this." Wayne nodded: "But this kind of competition is special, if you canWinning the championship will definitely leave a strong mark in the school's history."

"No need to comfort me." Cedric raised his glass and clinked it with Wayne: "I know this too, it will be fine in two days."

"As for winning the championship, I can only say that I will try my best." Cedric's confidence was not too high.

Wayne straightened his coat: "Don't forget the compensation given to you by Professor Dumbledore."

"What compensation?" Cedric was stunned.

Wayne pointed at himself: "He thinks this is really unfair to you, so he entrusted me to give you some special training, and the cost will be paid by him."

"Really?" Cedric was overjoyed.

"Of course, you wait for me in the lounge on Friday night, and we will go to the Room of Requirement."

"Godfather! "Cedric slid down and knelt skillfully, hugging Wayne's thigh: "The honor of Hufflepuff, my life depends on you!"

"Go away, take your dirty hands away, you are all fucking oil! ”

When the players of the Holy Grail War were determined, the originally harmonious atmosphere in the castle changed a little.

Not to mention the internal conflicts between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, the seven major houses have already entered a competitive state at this time.

In the past, the regular competitions such as the House Cup and the Quidditch Cup every year could make the four houses fight each other, not to mention this rare event now.

Students from several (a lot of) schools were holding back their energy at this time, cheering for their own houses in various ways.

The students of Hogwarts wore support badges on their chests, most of them supported Cedric, and very few supported Harry. Malfoy also made a badge of Potter stinking shit, which was really a deep love.

Students of Durmstrang kept promoting Krum's fame and strength, and students of the Institute of Magic spread Sakura's genius, who reached the graduation standard at the age of only fifteen.

Students of Vagadu would suddenly change into animals when walking in the castle, scaring the people around them, and then they would be proud of themselves. left unwillingly.

Cosdoris was even more direct. A few bear-like men held the Water of Life and went around looking for people to drink with. If they were rejected, they would say something like "soft egg".

But they all had one thing in common - that was dissatisfaction with Hogwarts.

Why can we only have one warrior, but you can have two? You are just relying on the home advantage to cheat.

The British are so shameless!

They only talked behind their backs, and the little wizards in Hogwarts couldn't do anything to them. Because they were students from other schools, they didn't dare to make a big deal.

But the day when the conflict finally intensified.

The badges of the two Hufflepuff wizards supporting Cedric on their chests were tampered with to become shameless cheaters.

This time, all the badgers were furious, but they didn't know who did it, and they kept discussing it in the lounge.

Wayne, who was sitting by the fireplace reading a book, sighed softly, his eyes resting on the top line of Shen.

[Cannot use andWhat you get by force, you take with your fists.

He closed the book, and Toby, who was sitting opposite him, saw the title of the book clearly - "My Struggle".

Wayne walked to the most intense discussion and pointed his wand at his throat:

"Be quiet, listen to my solution!"

The little badgers stopped talking, and the dusty memories of the senior students were awakened, with excitement in their eyes.

After a year, is Wayne finally going to give a speech again? ! .