Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

"Expelliarmus!"

Wayne swore that this was the happiest time he had used magic in the past few years.

Because he was so happy, he even had some new insights into the disarming spell that had already reached the master level.

But this was not important.

It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to beat the principal openly!

At the same time, the new bracelet on Wayne's hand also had a hint of metallic luster.

He did not lie to Dumbledore just now. This was indeed a protective prop with multiple functions such as protection, dark magic detection, and anti-sneak attack.

There was just one function he forgot to mention.

That was recording.

Such a memorable scene, he must preserve it and pass it on to future generations.

The arm-thick spell cut through the air. Due to its speed, there was an air whistle in the room, but Dumbledore was unaware of it.

At this moment, he only had the ugly ring on the table in his eyes, and he was desperate to get it.

Bang~!

When his fingertips were less than ten centimeters away from the ring, the spell hit him.

As expected, the greatest white wizard of this century was easily knocked away.

Dumbledore's body was thrown high, and the powerful impact shook him to the wall and slowly slid down.

"Calm down, professor!" Wayne's mouth was almost twisted into Nike. He said to let Dumbledore calm down, but the speed of the spell was faster than his mouth.

"Get out of the way!" Dumbledore roared, which was a state Wayne had never seen in this old man.

His eyes were bloodshot, and with a wave of his arm, the old wand that fell was back in his hand.

Then, a golden light flashed, and several golden lightning bolts came towards Wayne. The power of the lightning bolts alone caused cracks in the floor of the house.

The air froze in an instant. After many years, the greatest white wizard of this century finally used his full strength again - or maybe not, his mind was not normal.

At this moment, Dumbledore was completely bewitched by the magic on the ring. Not only that, but because of his erudition and understanding of the Deathly Hallows, he became even more crazy.

That was the Resurrection Stone, the life-saving straw that could solve the greatest guilt and obsession in his life!

Therefore, the impact on Dumbledore was even more serious than that on ordinary wizards.

Wayne was not surprised but happy, and he did not retreat but advanced. He took a step forward and waved the wand in his hand, forming a perfect arc.

The silver shield was pulled out, and the lightning struck it, making a harsh friction sound that only metal collisions would make.

"Professor Dumbledore! Don't fall for Voldemort's trick!"

"It's just the Resurrection Stone. It can only be used to revive the dead. What's so great about it? You need to calm down!" Wayne shouted.

Just to resist the lightning thrown by Dumbledore hastily, the magic power consumed was actually more than the volleys of those mobs during the World Cup!

His words undoubtedly added fuel to the fire.

Dumbledore's blue eyes seemed to be flashing with sparks. Seeing that Wayne was even trying to reach out to touch the Resurrection Stone, he shouted:

"Stop!"

The air was emitting a chilling murderous intent. Swords flashing with sharp silver light attacked from all directions. Flames condensed out of thin air and interspersed among the swords, making the cold air hot.

The Elder Wand trembled excitedly in Dumbledore's hand. Even Wayne could feel the joy.

This ominous wand has never been fully used since it fell into Dumbledore's hands. Not to mention killing people, even duels are rare.

Now Dumbledore's crazy state is more in line with it.

Even though it has changed hands now, the old wand is still willing to cooperate with Dumbledore to launch powerful spells.

With one hand, Wayne grabbed the sharp blades that were conjured out of thin air and turned them into iron balls, falling powerlessly to the ground.

A wall made of water rose from the ground and extinguished the flames.

His wand shot out a bright light without showing any weakness, and collided with Dumbledore's purple beam.

Boom~!

The house wailed in pain, then collapsed, dust flew, and was quickly swept away by the aftermath.

Dumbledore flew backwards again. In this pure magic competition, he lost neatly.

"Professor, you have to calm down!"

Bang!

"I didn't take the Resurrection Stone, it's fake!"

Bang!

"If you want to recover, just let me know and I'll stop!"

Bang! Bang!

"Dumbledore! I'll be angry if you fight back!"

Boom!

"Stop, stop... cough, I, I'm already fine... stop hitting you, Lawrence!"

"Boom!"

"........"

Wayne shook his head regretfully, put away his wand with an unsatisfied look, and then showed a friendly smile, looking at Dumbledore who was looking up:

"Great, Professor, you're finally back to normal."

Looking up at the bright sky, Dumbledore's heart was like ten thousand alpacas running through it.

He had woken up a long time ago, okay!

After the Gaunt mansion was destroyed, he woke up after being beaten a few times.

He wanted to explain, but Wayne's attack was like a flood, and he had no time to defend himself, so he could only resist hastily.

If Wayne had not paused for a moment when he was beaten into the pit just now, he would not have had the chance to explain.

Dumbledore slightly tilted his head and looked at the boy with a bright smile, who seemed to be really happy for his recovery.

There was a 99% chance in his heart that this guyI did it on purpose!

He is the headmaster of Hogwarts, the president of the International Confederation of Wizards, the chief wizard of the Wizengamot, the strongest white wizard who defeated the first Dark Lord, and the only person Voldemort fears.

He was beaten up by one of his own students

And what made Dumbledore feel most ashamed was that Wayne actually resisted Voldemort's suggestion magic, but he

For a moment, he even had the idea of ​​killing him to silence him...

It's so embarrassing...

"Professor, are you okay?" Wayne asked again with concern.

"I'm fine, thank you." Dumbledore stood up, and his originally luxurious robes had become tattered. With a sweep of his wand, he returned to his original appearance.

But this was only a forced change made by his Transfiguration. He should throw away these tattered clothes when he returns.

"Mr. Lawrence, what happened just now..." Dumbledore hesitated.

"Don't worry." Wayne nodded seriously: "I understand everything."

Go on.

Dumbledore smiled kindly, and before he could say any words of praise, Wayne said again:

"Don't worry, I have recorded everything, and I promise to watch it once a week in the future and not make such a low-level mistake as yours."

Dumbledore's smile froze, and his voice was distorted: "You also recorded it?"

Wayne didn't say anything, but shook the golden wristband on his hand.

"Isn't this a curse-proof prop?"

Wayne said modestly: "Recording is just a trivial function."

The murderous intent that had just calmed down surged again.

"You are invincible, kid."

Dumbledore took a deep breath, forced a smile, decisively ended the topic, and began to look for the black gem ring in the room, no, in the ruins.

Wayne almost laughed out loud.

This dark history will make Dumbledore suffer for the rest of his life!

Soon, under a broken brick, Dumbledore found the ring.

He was ready, and the bewitching magic on it could no longer affect him, but Dumbledore's breathing still became slightly faster.

"Wayne, did you recognize this thing too?"

Wayne nodded, without commenting.

"What else could a gem that could make you lose your composure like this and resemble the symbol drawn by Mr. Grindelwald be other than the Resurrection Stone?"

"Yes." Dumbledore's voice trembled: "Voldemort actually made the Resurrection Stone into a Horcrux. It seems that he really thinks he has defeated death and does not need the means of resurrection at all." (To read the exciting novel, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Wayne commented: "Arrogant and paranoid, he always looks down on others and thinks he is different."

Dumbledore's mind was no longer on this. He nodded perfunctorily, struggling with his expression. After a long time, he made up his mind and looked back at the boy:

"Wayne,I know you have a strong desire to collect these treasures, but... can you give me the Resurrection Stone?"

His attitude was extremely humble, and his eyes were full of desire: "I am willing to exchange all my treasures with you. You can also make your request. As long as I can do it, I can agree to it."

Wayne shook his head in the disappointed eyes of the old man.

"Professor, I'm sorry, I can't give you the Resurrection Stone." After saying that, the boy changed the subject: "But I can lend it to you. "

The eyes that had dimmed glowed again.

Yes.

As long as the Resurrection Stone can be used, why must it be possessed?

All of a sudden, Dumbledore felt that the sky had brightened, the air had become extremely fresh, and reason had regained its high ground.

He observed the ring vigilantly, and the wand emitted wisps of silver-white smoke, which quickly turned black when it touched the ring.

Dumbledore said in a deep voice: "There is an extremely terrifying curse on it."

His eyes became complicated, and he was still afraid.

"Wayne, you saved my life."

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"If it weren't for the constraints of that oath, perhaps I would have been cursed and would not live long."

"I just want to collect a few more meaningful collections for the Lawrence family. "

Wayne smiled modestly and rummaged in his pocket. Soon, he found an exquisite metal box with various intricate patterns carved on the surface of the box.

The resurrection stone ring floated in the air. Wayne opened the box and the two stared at the ring falling into the box.

Click!

"Do you want to let me handle it?" Dumbledore asked softly: "That curse should be very tricky."

"You should believe in my strength." Wayne stood up and put the box away.

"What's more, if you want to destroy Voldemort's soul without harming the resurrection stone, only Nico and I can do it in this world."

Dumbledore was silent for a moment and agreed with this statement.

"Then you must be careful. Tell me if you encounter any difficulties."

"No problem. "

Looking at the ruins around him, Dumbledore waved his wand, and the rubble returned to their original positions. Only two minutes later, the ruins became the old Gaunt house.

He even restored the previous traps.

"Let's go back to the castle." After doing all this, Dumbledore asked, "Or do you want to go somewhere else?"

"Let's go back together." Wayne had also dealt with the things outside. Even if he went back, he would just discuss the hardening spell and the water spray spell with Grace.

However, in order to avoid the anger of several jealous people in the school, he still gave up this tempting idea.

Dumbledore summoned Fawkes, and Wayne looked at him with a strange look.

"Did you forget one thing?"

"What?" Dumbledore was startled.

The young man's eyes moved down and stopped at the wand with a unique shape, like a joint.

"In the battle just now, your wand has been knocked away by my disarming spell. It should be very inconvenient to use it now, right?"

The old wand is such a person who can be used by anyone. As long as you can take it away from its owner, it will submit to you no matter what method you use.

Until another person takes it away from you in a similar way, and the cycle repeats.

Dumbledore was startled. He really forgot it.

When he cast the repair spell just now, he felt a little awkward.

Dumbledore looked at the young man with a puzzled look: "Wayne, are you really not tempted by the old wand?"

"Even if it's me, I can't deny that it can greatly enhance my strength."

"No. "Wayne said calmly, looking at his wand calmly: "The so-called strongest wand is nothing more than a branch that the god of death casually broke off."

"Sooner or later, my wand will be the strongest existence."

The boy's tone was not loud, but Dumbledore could feel the strong confidence contained in the calmness.

Correspondingly, the hanging wood wand in Wayne's hand trembled gently, as if responding to its master.

He smiled with relief and handed the old wand to Wayne.

As soon as he held the old wand, Wayne immediately felt the magic power in his body boiling, like a turbulent river, urgently needing an outlet.

He snorted coldly, suppressed the restless magic power, and the old wand became quiet.

It's really a fantasy that a dead thing wants to affect his body.

Dumbledore stretched out his palm and whispered: "Disarm you! "

The red light hit Wayne, but to Dumbledore's surprise, the old wand was still firmly held in his hand.

Wayne looked at him speechlessly: "Didn't you have lunch? Try harder."

Dumbledore: "..."

The number of times he embarrassed himself that day was almost as many as the total number of times he had embarrassed himself in the past few decades.

"Your resistance to magic is so high?" Old Dumbledore said in surprise.

Even if he cast the spell without a wand, even if he deliberately suppressed the magic power and used the lightest force, there would not be no reaction at all.

Wayne shrugged: "You are gifted, try again, and try harder this time. ”

He has been tempering his body with starlight every day for the past two years, and has long surpassed the range of humans. It is normal for him to have a higher magic resistance.

Dumbledore cast the disarming spell again.

This time, the magic power he used was comparable to that of ordinary wizards holding wands to enforce the law.

Finally, with Wayne's cooperation, the old wand flew back to Dumbledore's hands.

Wayne looked down, looked at his empty hands, and sighed:

"I didn't expect that I would lose..."

"Professor, as the firstI recognize you as the one who took the wand from me."

Dumbledore was speechless again.

Why are you so dramatic?