Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

The game was going on fiercely. Hogwarts had four Firebolts on the field, while the Magic Institute had only one, Sakura, and the others were all 2,000 or 2,001 Nimbus.

But this did not affect the fighting spirit of the Magic Institute at all. The players charged forward one by one like chicken blood, and overwhelmed Hogwarts in momentum.

Ginny was participating in the game for the first time after all, and it was such a crucial battle. She was a little stage frightened at the beginning, but she adjusted quickly.

The children of the Weasley family were almost born for big scenes. The more critical the moment, the better they performed.

The twins' two consecutive precise strikes stopped the offensive of the Magic Institute, and the situation gradually turned around.

The supporters of both sides cheered loudly for the team. For a while, the cheers and noises even dispersed the clouds in the sky.

But Wayne's attention was not on the court, but on the staff stand.

Fudge was anxiously saying something, and Dumbledore was angry.

Soon, the other headmasters also changed their expressions, and Professor McGonagall covered her mouth in shock, her eyes full of disbelief.

What happened?

Wayne didn't wonder for too long.

A feather fell from the sky, turned into ashes in front of him, and formed a few letters - [Principal's Office]

Wayne looked over again, and Fudge and Dumbledore were gone.

Professor McGonagall still frowned, fidgeting, and even her favorite Quidditch was not in her heart.

He thought about it, said something to Astoria, and left the court.

Ten minutes later.

Wayne entered the principal's office, and there were only Fudge and Dumbledore inside.

Seeing him, Fudge forced a smile: "Mr. Lawrence, you are finally here."

Wayne nodded to him and asked: "Professor, Mr. Fudge, what happened?"

Dumbledore looked solemn. Although he was calm on the surface, the oppression in the air showed that the old man was in a bad mood.

"Mr. Lawrence, there were more than ten attacks in the UK last night. The victims were all children from wizarding families aged six to ten."

No wonder.

While Wayne was shocked, he also had a sense of enlightenment in his heart.

No wonder everyone lost their composure just now. Anything involving children is a very serious matter.

The population of the wizarding world is small. More than ten attacks occurred in one night, and they were all in wizarding families. This is really strange.

No wonder Fudge looked like his parents had died.

No, this is more painful than the death of his parents, because if he doesn't handle it well, his job as minister will be over.

With his parents gone, he can also take advantage of the situation to buy a wave of misery and increase his support rate.

If more than a dozen children died overnight

Wayne looked at Fudge with sympathy in his eyes. It hasn't even lasted until next year, how can it beStep down?

Understanding the meaning in Wayne's eyes, Fudge's smile became even uglier: "Mr. Lawrence, the worst has not yet come. Those dozen children are not dead. They were all bitten."

"I came here specifically to find you this time. If you don't help me, I may really be close to stepping down."

Wayne frowned: "What's going on."

"The attacker is Fenrir Greyback." Dumbledore explained for Fudge: "Cornelly suspected that he was taking revenge for the latest version of wolfsbane you invented. potion, and then began to wreak havoc. "

Fudge became furious when he heard the name: "He is a born bad seed, the leader of those evil werewolves."

"Mr. Lawrence, Greyback is proud of being a werewolf. His favorite thing to do is to hurt those children on the night of the full moon and turn them into werewolves."

"Damn bastard, he must be scared, afraid that the potion you invented will make werewolves extinct."

Fudge cursed several times in a row, showing how deep his hatred for Greyback was.

And Wayne roughly understood the cause and effect when he heard the name.

Just as Fudge said, Greyback never resisted his identity as a werewolf.

He is different from other werewolves. He is a natural werewolf and has never been bitten. He believes that werewolves should be bloodthirsty.

Lupin was killed because his father had offended Greyback. One night, Greyback broke into the room through the window and bit him.

"Veen, you should be one of the people who know werewolves best in the world." Dumbledore said, "Although it was not a full moon last night, those children still left a reversible curse."

"They need your help."

"Where?" Wayne did not refuse.

These children were in trouble and were involved in the struggle between him and Greyback. If they could be saved, he would definitely save them.

Fudge was overjoyed.

"They have all been transferred to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Sorrow. We can go directly there through the Floo Network."

"Principal, are you going?" Wayne asked.

Dumbledore nodded and stood up: "They will be my future students anyway, let's go together."

"Who said you can be the headmaster by then?" Wayne muttered casually and came to the fireplace.

But the office was so small that even though he had spoken in a low voice, the other two heard it very clearly.

Dumbledore's face froze. Fudge wanted to laugh, but felt that it was not appropriate for him to laugh at this critical moment, so he held it back.

When all three disappeared in the flames, the office burst into a huge laugh.

All the headmasters who were pretending to be dead just now woke up.

The big-nosed headmaster of Hufflepuff couldn't even straighten his waist: "Little Wayne is so funny. Did you see the expression on Dumbledore's face just now?"

"I'm sure he's thinking about how to fire Wayne. "

Phineas was also very happy and said, "No, if I fire him, how can I watch Dumbledore's frustrated look? That kid really should be the headmaster, he will definitely do a better job than Dumbledore, the good old man! ”

The office was filled with laughter.

St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magic and Wizardry.

This is the only large-scale general hospital in the UK. It was established by Mungo Bohan in the late 16th century. It provides various medical services, including but not limited to wizards.

Sometimes you can see vampires, trolls, werewolves, and even Muggles here.

Of course, Muggles are only sent here when they are injured by magic, and their memories will be cleared before leaving, so they will not remember anything that happened here.

Here you can always meet all kinds of strange patients who come to the hospital for various reasons.

Generally speaking, entering St. Mungo’s requires passing through an old department store, but this time it was an emergency, and the three of them went directly through the fireplace to the first-floor lobby of St. Mungo’s.

“The patients are all in the biological injury department on the second floor. "

Fudge asked a blonde witch to lead the three people to the ward. When they pushed the door open, there were more than a dozen children lying in the room. Their parents were also here, making the space seem a bit crowded.

"Professor Dumbledore, Minister Fudge." The parents stood up and greeted the two with haggard faces.

One of the young women even begged, "Professor Dumbledore, please save Edward, he is only six years old this year."

Dumbledore nodded gently and comforted, "We will do our best, please rest assured."

"We need to do some examinations now, please give us some space. "

Under his persuasion, the parents temporarily left the room. Fortunately, these children were all in a coma, otherwise it would not be so easy.

Wayne came to the nearest child.

This was a curly-haired boy about seven or eight years old, with a pale face and frowning even in a coma. Wayne saw that his arm was bandaged and blood was oozing out of it.

Then he walked towards the others. (To read the violent novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Each person was injured in a different part, some were arms, some were necks.

The two most seriously injured children had large red spots on their faces and exuded a foul smell.

"Tsk tsk."

Seeing the last one, Wayne couldn't help but marvel, because the last child was injured in the buttocks.

Looking at the circle of large teeth marks, Wayne shook his head:

"This is not biting a child's buttocks, it's simply slapping the Ministry of Magic in the face. "

Hearing his comments, Dumbledore looked strange, and Fudge was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a hole to hide in.

Wayne turned around: "Minister Fudge, you just said that Greyback was the only one who launched the attack from beginning to end, right?"

Fudge nodded blankly.

"SoWhat about people now? In one night, he can attack so many wizard families. You have dozens of Aurors and hundreds of strikers in the Ministry of Magic, but you can't even catch a werewolf? "

"I, this, Dawlish has prepared to arrest people, and the Ministry of Magic will also issue a wanted order."

Fudge hesitated for a long time and said a lot of nonsense, which made Wayne and Dumbledore shake their heads.

If it is peacetime, it is actually a good thing to have such a dough minister, because he will not mess around. For ordinary people, an ordinary life is the best day.

But once something happens, this emergency response ability is infuriating.

"Can the Phoenix King eradicate the curse on these children?" Dumbledore changed the subject, so as not to let Wayne ask more, Fudge would be angry again.

"It can be cured, but I plan to study it again. "

Wayne observed carefully again and gave a conclusion.

"Since Greyback has not been caught, it means that the attack is likely to happen again. We can't always rely on the power of the Phoenix King, right?"

Wayne glanced at Fudge again and said to Dumbledore: "So I plan to develop a potion to solve the problem from the root."

Dumbledore thought about it and felt that although Wayne's method would take more time, it would indeed be a permanent solution.

"Do I need to invite Damocles over?"

"No, I will take care of it." Wayne waved his hand, "Just ask for a few days off for me."

"Don't worry, I will arrange it in the school. "Dumbledore nodded.

While Wayne was checking here, Fudge became idle again.

He went out to comfort the children's parents, and also to calm them down and not to cause trouble, and then followed Dumbledore back to take away the Aurors who were still there.

After about an hour, Wayne also had a basic understanding of the situation of several people.

Although it was a curse, it was actually toxins and a strange magical force that destroyed the bodies of these children. It was not fatal, but it would leave lifelong sequelae.

The horrible red spots on the face were caused by the accumulation of toxins.

So if you want to cure it, the first thing to do is to detoxify, and then expel the strange power.

Wayne took some blood and left the hospital.

He did not return to school, but went straight home.

He planned to stay in London for the next few days and return to Hogwarts after the person was cured.

Thinking that the game was almost over, Wayne made a video call to Fleur.

The picture soon appeared on the page, and it seemed that it was in the dormitory.

A little head popped up, and Gabrielle blinked her big eyes: "Brother, where have you been? Gabrielle was looking for you just now."

"I'm busy outside." Wayne smiled: "Where's Fleur?"

"Oh, Gabrielle, get out of the way." Fleur stretched out her handPushing Gabrielle away, she appeared in front of Wayne with a pretty face and asked worriedly, "Is everything okay?"

"It has nothing to do with us." Wayne shook his head and told him about the attack.

Even if he didn't say it, the front page headline of the Daily Prophet tomorrow would definitely be this.

Furong was horrified when she heard this and hugged Gabrielle tightly.

Seeing her like this, Wayne comforted her: "Hogwarts must be safe, don't worry."

"I won't go back these few days. I will go back to school after everything is settled."

"Yeah." Furong nodded repeatedly: "I will tell Qiu later."

"What was the result of the game?" Wayne asked casually, "Did Hogwarts win?"

"No." Furong smiled: "Xiaoying was very lucky. The golden snitch appeared just above her head. She reached out and grabbed it. Qiu didn't even react."

Wayne laughed dumbly. He didn't expect this result.

He immediately thought of something: "How many goals did Ginny score?"

"That's the red-haired chaser from Hogwarts."

Fleur thought about it seriously: "The final score was 230 to 100. The red-haired girl you mentioned should have scored five or six goals, right?"

Wayne smiled even more happily: "Then tell her that I will read the Quibbler again when I get back."

Fleur was a little confused, but she still agreed.

The two chatted for a while before Wayne hung up the video and began to think about the formula of the antidote.

Time unknowingly came to the middle of the night.

The door was pushed open and Nagini came back.

She saw Wayne in the living room at a glance and asked in surprise: "Why are you back today?"

Wayne put down the quill and stretched.

"A mad werewolf attacked more than a dozen children, and Fudge asked me to help treat them."

Nagini nodded, not caring too much.

Werewolves are not something that can be put on the table, and they can't pose a threat to Wayne's safety at all.

She put down her bag, took off her coat and walked to the kitchen.

"You must be hungry, I'll go to eat."

Wayne looked at the twisting waist of the water snake, and felt a surge of evil fire.

He walked into the kitchen, hugged the snake girl, and whispered:

"I'm really hungry, but I want to eat something else first. Seven."