Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

[Dear Mr. Potter:

We have received information that you cast the Patronus Charm in front of a Muggle at 8:23 this evening.

This behavior seriously violates the "Underage Wizarding Restraint Act", so you have been expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the Ministry of Magic will soon send a representative to your residence to destroy your wand.

In view of your previous violations of this law, we regret to inform you that you must appear at the Ministry of Magic at 9:00 am on August 12 for trial.

Your faithful Mafalda Hopkirk, First Clerk of the Office of the Prohibition of the Misuse of Magic. 】

After reading the letter, Harry was completely stunned.

No, the Ministry of Magic can investigate that he used the Patronus, but it doesn't know that there are two Dementors nearby?

If he doesn't use a spell to fight back, does he have to wait for the Dementors to give him a kiss?

Just when Harry was anxious and uneasy, the second letter came.

It was from Mr. Weasley, who told Harry that Dumbledore had gone to the Ministry of Magic and told him not to hand over his wand and not to use magic anymore.

Another owl soon arrived, and Harry was relieved to see the contents of the letter.

His wand would not be destroyed for the time being, but he still had to stand trial on August 12.

Good news, everything was fine now.

Bad news, it was uncertain in the future.

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Harry decisively began to write letters.

One letter to Ron, one to Sirius, and the last one to Wayne.

The first two letters were short, just explaining his situation, and Harry wrote the last one for half an hour.

After so many years, he was no longer the silly boy he was back then.

Now Harry knew the importance of hugging thighs, because of Wayne, his living standard in the Dursleys was many times higher.

Because of Wayne, his life was saved several times at Hogwarts.

Although Dumbledore is very powerful, Harry thinks Wayne is more reliable and more real.

After all... you can ask Wayne to help you for money, can Dumbledore do that?

After writing the letter, Harry tied all three letters to Hedwig's legs, prepared enough bread crumbs, and watched it go away.

Paris.

Wayne received Harry's letter for help the next morning.

After reading it, he didn't react.

This way of finding fault is too low-level. You don't need to guess that it's Umbridge's fault.

But Wayne had to admit that although it was low-level, as long as the beginning and the end were handled well, it could also force Harry into a dead end.

The reason is that the "Underage Wizarding Restraint Act" is too fucked up, and the restrictions on young wizards casting spells outside of school are too strict.

The little wizards here refer specifically to students from Muggle families.

If there is an adult wizard at home as a cover, there will be no problem, but students from Muggle families do not have this condition, so they can only waste more than two months of vacation.

VeryMany people haven't touched a wand for such a long time because of this reason, and they become like Muggles when they return to school.

Wayne wondered when to push for the amendment of this law.

Although he couldn't control him, it was disgusting to see.

As for Harry, he didn't worry much.

Dumbledore wouldn't let him get into trouble. This kid wrote himself so badly in his heart, and he didn't know if he had any sincerity.

Bad review.

Fleur, who was standing by, also finished reading the letter and found it incredible.

"It's just casting a spell outside the school. The school will warn you and you will just have to pay a fine. Why do you have to destroy the wand?"

"Who says it's not." Wayne shrugged: "When Senior Newt was expelled, his wand was safe and sound."

These days Wayne and Fleur have been living in Nico's manor. In fact, he also has a property in Paris, but it has not been renovated, so it is not as convenient as Nico's home. While enjoying the world of two people, he can also do some research.

In the evening, Mr. Delacour suddenly asked them to go back for dinner.

As soon as they arrived home, Gabrielle rushed over with cheers.

"Brother, I'm going to be a sister!"

Wayne was stunned and looked up at Mr. Delacour who was being affectionate with his wife.

Fleur was also confused and hugged the little girl: "Gabrielle, why are you going to be a sister?"

"Because mom is pregnant with a baby!"

Mr. Delacour smiled embarrassedly: "I asked you to come back to celebrate. I just found out today."

Wayne gave a thumbs up.

Well done, father-in-law.

Just look at Fleur and Gabrielle and you will know that (bach) his father-in-law may not be good in other aspects, but his daughters are beautiful.

In the sparsely populated wizarding world, having one more member in the family is definitely a great joy.

Wayne was happy and asked Gardevoir to prepare a sumptuous meal. He also called a house elf from the holiday castle in the UK to take care of Mrs. Delacour for the next period of time.

The only thing that made Wayne a little dissatisfied was that Mr. Delacour, who had drunk some wine at dinner, said that two daughters were enough and he wanted a boy this time.

But Wayne helped his old father-in-law calculate that it was still a daughter this time.

His dream was completely shattered.

Late at night, after coaxing Gabrielle to sleep, Wayne took Fleur back to the manor.

After a profound and simple exchange, Fleur fell asleep contentedly.

Wayne came to a secret room in the annex building.

In the closed room, a strange magic circle was carved with dragon blood. Wayne sat in the center and began to deduce.

Voldemort and Tom agreed to meet again in a month. Wayne has been calculating this matter recently, and the result is that the two have not met yet.

There is very little news from Malfoy. Voldemort is elusive and often not in the manor. No one knows where he went.

I want to find out what happened between the two of them.What exactly is the person planning? Wayne had to spend a lot of money and spent countless precious materials to set up a magic circle, which could enhance his deduction ability and reduce backlash.

The domain of Fenghou Qimen covered this space, and the four plates kept moving.

Wayne finally found the grass-gray snake line from the complicated information, and a trace of divine brilliance was revealed in his indifferent eyes.

"Two days later, London..."

Two days passed in a flash.

Islington, London.

It was late at night and there were few pedestrians on the street.

A man in a black robe and hood stood in front of an office building, facing the tall building without saying a word.

Two drunks passing by seemed not to see him, otherwise such a strange outfit would definitely attract discussion.

"It seems that you still remember what happened back then."

At some point, a black-haired young man appeared beside the hooded man. Looking at the familiar address and unfamiliar building, he asked softly, "Do you know when the orphanage was demolished?"

"Does it have anything to do with me?" The hooded man said lightly, "I never belonged there. From the day I entered Hogwarts, they and I were from two different worlds."

"Four or five years ago, the orphanage was demolished after the victory of the war, and then it became what it is now, an office building."

The black-haired young man seemed to be asking and answering himself, and he didn't care whether the hooded man listened or not.

"You came to me just to talk about these boring topics?" said the hooded man.

"I think it's very meaningful."

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll leave."

"Oh? Don't you want to know how I appeared?"

The air was condensed, and the hooded man's murderous intent rolled immortally, as if it was aimed at the black-haired young man.

"Fake, do you think I dare not kill you?"

"Hehe, when it comes to the number of souls, it's hard to say who is the fake between you and me now."

The hood fell off, revealing Voldemort's weird and terrifying face, still with the clear boundary of black and white, and a pair of snake pupils emitting scarlet light, as if he was hesitating whether to attack directly.

Tom was not afraid at all, but looked at Voldemort's new look with interest.

"It seems that you have spent a lot of money to escape from Lawrence's hands."

Speaking of this, Voldemort became even more angry, but he did not show it, but took off and flew towards the suburbs.

He wanted to see if Tom dared to follow.

Two black streams of light cut through the night sky, without attracting anyone's attention, and came to the Thames River 50 kilometers away from the city.

"I can let you ask three questions, and then it will be my turn." Tom said.

"Do you really think I won't kill you?" The robe fluttered, and Voldemort had already taken out his wand.

"This is a free gift for you."

Tom didn't even look at him, but looked at the night sky: "I said, I know you. You won't kill me before you figure out the reason and purpose of my appearance."

"I made you." Voldemort sneered: "You just sucked Lockhart's vitality."

"Why can I be resurrected?" Tom asked back: "Do you really understand?"

Voldemort was silent. He didn't know much about Horcruxes.

The production method was learned from "Advanced Dark Magic Decoded". Whether to make multiple Horcruxes was also told to him by Slughorn.

The records in the book were vague. He really didn't understand why a sixteen-year-old him appeared.

"Okay, just three questions."

"First, the real reason for your appearance."

"Because you have poured too much emotion and memory, the soul fragments are full of activity," Tom answered very straightforwardly, "Of course, this is just my guess. "

Voldemort's eyes flickered, and he also felt that this statement made some sense.

When he first made a Horcrux, he was a little excited, and almost injected everything he had at that time into it, which was equivalent to a second thinking him.

"Second, why do you call Lawrence Master." (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Tom shook his head gently: "I want to tell you, but I can't tell you."

Voldemort's pupils shrank.

He understood the meaning of it. It must be some kind of contract magic that prevented Tom from telling the truth.

"Do you cooperate with Lawrence?"

"No, he is the person I want to kill the most. "Tom, who had always been calm, also showed a fierce look, which made Voldemort feel more at ease.

Tom understood him, and he naturally understood his past self.

The look in his eyes when he wanted to kill someone could not be hidden, and that kind of hatred was just like his hatred for Harry Potter, and he would fight to the death.

"The last question, what are you planning?" Voldemort stared at Tom, "Why did you run to a country bumpkin like the bear?"

"Existence has its value." Tom's eyes flashed with contempt, but he lowered his head and was not discovered by Voldemort.

"I can't beat Dumbledore, I can't beat Master Lawrence, so should I stay in England and wait for them to dissect and study me? "

Voldemort groaned and stopped talking. The killing intent in his heart once again boiled up.

No matter what, he would not allow another self to exist in the world.

Feeling his change, Tom sighed helplessly: "Voldemort, do you know why you failed back then?"

"It's because you didn't figure out the main contradiction and the secondary contradiction."

Voldemort was stunned.[]

What the hell?

Looking at his confused eyes, Tom felt a sense of pleasure of crushing his IQ.

This is the result of not reading.

Tom took two steps back calmly, then looked at him: "I ask you, if you kill me, do you still have to faceTo Dumbledore, Lawrence, and Harry Potter?"

"I will kill them too."

"But you can't do it in the short term." Tom went to the point: "You should understand the strength of Master Lawrence. Dumbledore alone makes you helpless. If you let Master Lawrence grow up for a few more years, do you think you can win if the two of them join forces?"

Voldemort was silent.

"What do you want to say?"

"Form an alliance, Voldemort." Tom's eyes were sincere. He had used this trick countless times in the past two years and it had become an instinct:

"Only one of you and me can survive in the end. Not only do you want to kill me, I also want to kill you and become the only one in the world."

"But no matter how much we fight, it is a battle between Voldemort. We have a common enemy. This is the main contradiction. ”

“Kill the three of them, and you and I will fight to the death. This is a secondary conflict.”

Voldemort lowered his head and thought.

It seems... there is some truth in it.

And just one kilometer away, Wayne had a complicated look in his eyes.

This is... I am almost fooled!

Happy Dragon Boat Festival. I will update earlier today. I will go out for dinner with my family in the evening. Happy holidays to everyone.