Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

[Albus asked me to find Voldemort's traces. I failed, but I accidentally saw you and I fighting in Durmstrang, destroying half of the campus. ]

[Boy, don't tell Dumbledore about this, I'm afraid he will kill people to silence them. ]

After reading just these few words, Wayne's face became uncertain.

The amount of information in Grindelwald's message is really too much.

The two of them fighting in Durmstrang means that the two sides were in a hostile state at that time.

And the most important thing is... Grindelwald was actually released?

The last sentence of "Don't tell Dumbledore" is even more like roasting him on the fire.

Should I say it?

And... can Grindelwald's words really be trusted?

Did he really see that scene happen, or was it a trap left by deliberately instigating discord?

Wayne doesn't know these.

For a moment, he found himself in a dilemma.

Nurmengard Tower.

Unlike the bustle of Hogwarts, even on Christmas Eve, this prison that existed only for one person was still deserted, even less populated than in the past.

Because even the Squib guards in charge of guarding had left the tower and returned home to reunite with their families.

Perhaps it was because Grindelwald had never shown a tendency to escape from prison in the past few decades.

Or perhaps it was because the wizards who knew his horror had gradually faded out of society, and people had forgotten what great achievements this old man had made.

In short, the countries responsible for guarding Grindelwald gradually relaxed their vigilance, and only waited until Grindelwald died, and then abandoned this place.

On the top of the tower, only one room was lit with a faint candle.

Outside, it was snowing. Grindelwald sat at a broken wooden table, slowly eating the Christmas dinner that Dumbledore had brought him two days ago.

"That kid, should have received my letter?"

He muttered to himself, estimating the time.

Unlike Wayne's complicated thoughts, the reason why Grindelwald wrote this letter was very simple.

Just because...

He thought it was fun.

It was so simple and unsophisticated.

Not long ago, Dumbledore came to ask him to help find Voldemort through prophecy. Although he said that he didn't want to be 18, Grindelwald still took the risk and tried it.

Two years ago, there was a strange change in the world, and Grindelwald found that his ability to predict was getting worse and worse.

In the past, he could easily see many future scenes, but now the difficulty is more than ten times higher, and the risk of backlash has greatly increased.

And Voldemort also put an extremely evil curse on his own name, so he failed.

But there were also unexpected gains.

Grindelwald was also curious about why the scene he saw happened, or in other words, whyHow could there be such a possibility.

The future he saw was only the one with a higher probability of occurrence among countless futures, and it was not absolute.

Grindelwald couldn't figure it out, so he simply wrote a letter to Wayne to test whether the kid knew the reason.

He specifically told Wayne not to tell Dumbledore, for fear of irritating Dumbledore and affecting the probability of such a future.

When Grindelwald finished eating the last piece of cold bread, the temperature in the room suddenly rose.

A ball of fire appeared in the air, and a phoenix flew out of the flames.

Grindelwald did not show a surprised expression.

Instead, he thought it was normal.

It is estimated that Wayne sent his bird to investigate the situation after reading the letter.

But the next second, Grindelwald was stunned.

The voice of the young man came from the mouth of the Phoenix King.

"Old Ge, what are you doing? What does that letter mean?"

Grindelwald's cloudy eyes widened slightly, staring at the bird's beak, thinking that his ears were hallucinating.

Snap~!

The Phoenix King... No, Wayne waved his wings and hit him.

"Speak."

Grindelwald covered his face, "Lawrence boy, is it really you?"

He didn't react for a while.

"It's just a little trick. My body is still in Hogwarts, and the Phoenix King has a trace of my mental power."

"Don't talk nonsense, explain it clearly, don't force me to fight with you now."

"Mr. Grindelwald, you don't want to be unable to write to your old lover in the future, right?"

Wayne was very impatient in his words. He just thought for a long time, but couldn't figure out Grindelwald's true thoughts, so he simply stopped thinking and left everything to the wand.

If Grindelwald really had his plan in mind, even if they were close friends, he would definitely be beaten.

Grindelwald looked at Phoenix speechlessly: "How can I answer if you don't ask?"

"This question is too broad, ask more carefully."

"Well, is that letter a lie or a real prophecy?"

"Every word is true." Grindelwald answered with great certainty.

The Phoenix King's eyes were like knives, staring directly at the turbid eyes, and the flames on his body became more and more blazing.

He didn't speak for a long time.

With Grindelwald's means, even a five-times-strong truth serum might not necessarily get the real answer, and Wayne believed more in his telepathy and intuition.

He could feel that Grindelwald was not lying.

"Why don't you tell Dumbledore."

Grindelwald raised his hand, and a beam of magic light appeared in the room.

"My ability to predict the future never allows me to see what is destined to happen, but rather countless branching lines. There may be hundreds or thousands of possibilities, or perhaps only two or three."

As he explained, the magic lightThe beam also began to fork, one of which was the thickest.

Grindelwald pointed with his hand: "This is the picture I saw, and it is also the most likely result."

"But if I interfere recklessly, or attract Dumbledore's attention, perhaps the future will change."

"Then why did you tell me?" Wayne asked back.

Grindelwald said playfully: "Just follow your heart, maybe this is the right thing to do."

"Although there is little information, I have a hunch that my release is definitely related to you."

The Phoenix King rolled his eyes cutely: "Who are you fooling? Am I sick to release you and let you lead wizards and Muggles to go to war again?"

Hearing Wayne's undisguised ridicule, Grindelwald looked gloomy: "I won't do that."

"I lost decades ago, and it is even more impossible to succeed now."

The technology in the Muggle world is developing rapidly, and all kinds of terrifying lethal weapons are emerging in an endless stream.

If the war really breaks out, there will be only one result-he and great wizards like Dumbledore will slaughter all the Muggle leaders, and wizards will be extinct at the racial level.

Even if there are remnants who survive, they will only be completely integrated into the Muggle world and spend several generations to completely forget their original identity as wizards.

Wayne reluctantly believed Grindelwald's explanation.

He still had many doubts, why did the two of them fight, and they fought in Durmstrang.

Even Grindelwald himself could not give a more detailed explanation for this. He only saw so many pictures, and the information content was too little.

Wayne was a little unhappy, but there was nothing he could do, because Grindelwald really said everything.

Just as he was about to leave, Grindelwald stopped him with a gleam in his eyes.

"Lawrence, can you give me your magic?"

The next day, Christmas.

Wayne slept until more than nine o'clock, and then woke up with a burst of exclamations of "WTF" and "WTF".

"What are you arguing about?" Wayne sat up speechlessly, looking at the two roommates who were shouting:

"What time did you two come back yesterday? How can you be so energetic?"

"No, look." Toby pointed at the gift packages that almost flooded the room in amazement.

Some even ran to his and Norman's bed. (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Except for a few of them, the rest were all Wayne's Christmas gifts.

"Normal." Wayne yawned and got out of bed, pushed the packages beside the bed aside, and then took out the suitcase to put them all away.

"My Christmas gifts are getting more and more every year, and I guess these are not all."

Wayne was right. For a whole morning, owls kept flying to the Hufflepuff lounge and dormitory, dropping their packages, which made all the badgers dumbfounded.

This is their first Christmas with Wayne, and also their first time seeingI realized how popular Wayne was.

However, Toby and Norman did have different concerns.

Toby looked at Wayne with a pained look as he put away the gifts one by one, and took out the one he and Norman had prepared:

"I should have known I wouldn't have bought you this expensive one..."

Wayne smiled and thanked him, took it, and opened it. It turned out to be a PS game console that was just released this year.

It's no wonder that the two of them felt pained. The price of this game console is as high as 250 pounds, and it is estimated that their pocket money has almost been spent.

A small world in a suitcase.

The piles of gifts were opened one by one. Because the workload was too heavy, Wayne had to call for help.

Sakura and Tomoyo were responsible for opening the gifts, while Hermione and Qiu were holding feather pens to do statistics.

Although it was very tedious and boring, the joy of opening blind boxes made the girls enjoy it. []

"Eh? It's a gold chain?"

Sakura exclaimed, and took out a gold necklace from a gorgeous box.

She weighed it and was even more surprised: "This weight must be about two or three pounds."

Then she looked at the sender's name on the box and read it out: "Lucius Malfoy?"

Hermione, who was in charge of recording, was also stunned: "Malfoy's father?"

"He gave you such an expensive gift, there won't be any conspiracy, right?"

Although Hermione did not form an iron triangle with Harry and Ron, she still didn't have a good impression of Malfoy.

This person is completely a standard Slytherin, looking down on students from other colleges.

Even if he was polite to her, it was only because of Wayne.

Hermione dared to guarantee that if she was just an ordinary student and hadn't been with Wayne, she would have been called a mudblood long ago.

"Maybe Mr. Malfoy wants to thank me for educating his son very well." Wayne took the necklace in his hand, played with it for a while, and threw it to Jerry.

Jerry happily put it in his stomach.

The big gold chain was too rustic, with a nouveau riche aura, which didn't match him at all.

After the episode, the girls continued to unpack and count.

There were too many people who gave gifts to Wayne, including students in the school, seniors who had graduated, old men and women who wanted to curry favor with him and get the water of life, and some pen pals in the academic world.

After four years, Wayne has achieved the level of having friends all over the world.

Several people worked together, but it took two hours after lunch to complete the statistics.

"I'm so tired." Qiu rubbed her sore wrist. Wayne couldn't let her continue to work hard, so he held her hand and massaged her.

"Thank you for your hard work."

"I'm fine." Furong came over to help. She asked in confusion, "Why are you counting so detailed?"

"Of course, I'm looking for someone who didn't give me a gift."

Wayne looked at theA pile of parchment, with densely packed names and their gifts written on it.

"Help me screen and see how many people in the school have not given me gifts."

"Well, forget about the second graders, I'm not too familiar with them, focus on Slytherin and Hufflepuff."

The girls were stunned.

Hermione couldn't hold it anymore: "So you spent so much energy just to see who didn't give you a Christmas gift?"

"Of course not." Wayne shook his head solemnly, his expression sincere: "They didn't give me gifts, that means they didn't treat me as a friend, there must be something I did wrong."

"I will take care of them more in the future."

Several people heard the hidden meaning, and the expressions on their faces could no longer be controlled.

How petty is this person...!

It took another hour, and Hermione and the others helped Wayne to count the data.

There were only two Hufflepuff students who didn't give him gifts, one was Zacharias Smith, and the other was a senior who was about to graduate in the seventh grade.

Wayne understood his situation. It was not because they had a bad relationship, but because his family was in a special situation. Every year, they would not give gifts to others, nor would they accept gifts from others.

As for Slytherin... he was a little dissatisfied.

There were a total of 24 people.

He copied these names one by one in his notebook, and many of them were familiar surnames.

Seeing that he had even prepared a small notebook, the girls were also amused.

Even Hermione, who had been with Wayne the longest, didn't understand why he was so serious about such a small matter?

After everything was sorted out, Gardevoir also prepared dinner.

After dinner, they prepared to go to Hogsmeade to watch the fireworks show tonight. Looking at the excited Sakura, Wayne asked with a smile: "You have been playing like this all day. Have you cracked the secret of the golden egg?"

Sakura's expression froze and she rolled her eyes at the boy.

"Don't talk about these boring topics during the holidays. What golden eggs? Let's talk about it after school starts."

Looking at Sakura's rogue appearance, Tomoyo covered her mouth and laughed secretly.

Except for the noise she heard the day she took it back, Sakura has never touched the golden egg for so long.

Furong blinked confidently, it seems that she has got the clue.

Watching the few people leave, a Niffler crawled out of Wayne's pocket.

Unlike Jerry, this Niffler was much thinner and his belly was not so bulging.

An old voice came from Xiuxiu's mouth: "Is this your daily life, spending all day with women?"

"Are you jealous?" Wayne asked back.

"Envy!" Xiuxiu snorted: "What's so good about women? A real man should..."

"Stop it." Wayne pinched his mouth: "Old Ge, if you disgust me again, I will send you back."

After saying that, he directly took XiuxiuThrow it on the ground.

"You are a bastard." Sniff said angrily, "Go back if you want. Your life is not as comfortable as mine in Nurmengard."

"Whatever you want." Wayne nodded indifferently and threw Sniff out: "The King of Phoenix will take you back. I still have to tutor Harry, so I won't accompany you."

"Wait." Sniff straightened up and looked at the boy with his small eyes.

"You are going to see Harry Potter?"

"There is only one Harry in the whole school. Who else can it be but him?"

"Take me with you."