Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

Although Ariana was hung on the wall, she was still the shy and introverted little girl.

When Wayne first came, the little girl was too timid to say hello to him.

It was not until they came more often that they could gradually talk more.

The topics were often brought up by Wayne, and most of them were about the trivialities of life in Hogwarts.

Others might find it boring, but Ariana had never been to school and was very interested in these trivialities. Whenever Wayne mentioned his friends, she would show envy.

Envy that they could go to school and live a normal life.

These ordinary people seemed ordinary, but for Ariana, it was a dream life.

"Wayne, if I were alive today, I would be a hundred years old."

Hearing Wayne asking her to call him brother, Ariana thought he was serious and said weakly, "You can't bully me for not growing up."

"How can this be called bullying?" Wayne didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Ariana, many people still hope to be eighteen years old forever. Isn't it good for you now?"

"Why?" Ariana asked stupidly.

"Growing up one year older means living one more year, doesn't it?"

After saying that, she lowered her head with some disappointment: "My brothers said that the monster in my body... With it, I may not live to be eighteen years old."

Wayne's smile disappeared a little, but soon returned to his smiling appearance: "When you grow up, you will get old. Look at Albus and Aberforth, they are both old men with white hair."

"It's better to be young, beautiful and cute."

"Yeah." Ariana smiled and responded to Wayne.

The bullying that the little girl suffered when she was a child made her character extremely introverted and cowardly. It was not easy for her to have a peer to chat with her, so she was usually cautious.

She knew that Wayne was comforting her, and Ariana, who didn't want to make her friend sad, quickly adjusted her mood.

Wayne told her some interesting things about the summer vacation, focusing on how her older brother used Gryffindor swordsmanship to trick him, which made Ariana giggle.

During this period, he asked Ariana intentionally or unintentionally if she had felt any changes recently.

The result was that there was no change.

It seems that there is really no connection between the soul and the portrait.

He thought to himself.

Recently, Wayne played tug-of-war with the resurrection stone when he had nothing to do. On one side was him and on the other was Ariana's soul.

Currently, the work of pulling Ariana's soul has been completed by 20%.

It's not very fast, mainly because he doesn't like the feeling of losing a lot of magic power, so he only pulls a little every day, but even so, it won't take long to succeed completely.

I came here today on a whim, wanting to study whether there is a connection between wizard portraits and their souls.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps downstairs,The door was soon opened and Aberforth walked in.

Seeing Wayne standing in front of the portrait and chatting with his sister, the old man's mouth curled up slightly, but soon returned to his usual expressionless face.

"Today is the first day of school. The train hasn't arrived yet. Why are you here?"

Wayne shook his hand and said without turning his head: "That thing is too slow. I have something else to do today, so I came here by myself."

He didn't dare to say that he went to find Grindelwald, otherwise Aberforth would turn against him immediately.

The relationship between Aberforth and Grindelwald

Tsk, if they don't cast a killing curse on each other when they meet, it means they are in a good mood today.

"Why aren't you entertaining guests downstairs?"

"I'm tired of it, so I closed the door."

Wayne turned his head in astonishment: "Did you drive all the guests away?"

"No, I just won't receive new guests anymore." Aberforth took out a rag that was dirtier than the floor and started to wipe the table, which made people's eyelids jump again.

While cleaning, he did not forget to mock: "Only Albus would indulge you to do this. In our time, if you dared not take the train to school, Black would dare to expel you."

Wayne was not angry, but smiled: "You mean Phineas?"

"If I were in your time, he would definitely not be the headmaster for so long."

Aberforth was stunned, then laughed.

"Indeed, this is something that can be done."

He knew what Wayne's style was like in school. Dumbledore also complained to him that he had to give a password to enter the headmaster's office, but Wayne came and went freely.

If it was that Black...

If Wayne's headmaster was really him, then only one of the two could stay.

Aberforth's mood suddenly improved a lot, and he took the initiative to invite: "It's time for dinner, let's eat here and go back."

"No." Wayne shook his head, "Today is the start of the school year dinner, I'm going to go back to watch the fun."

He turned his head and looked at Ariana: "Ariana, I'll come to see you in a while."

"Okay." Ariana nodded obediently.

Aberforth said nothing more and watched Wayne walk down the stairs.

But he was still a little curious.

It's just a start of the school year dinner, what can be exciting?

Back to school, Wayne just caught up with the large group returning from the station.

The students filed into the auditorium, and Malfoy was followed by two followers.

When he saw Wayne coming from the direction of Hagrid's hut, his face changed and he lowered his head to rush in.

But the situation he least wanted to see still happened.

"Malfoy, I haven't seen you for a summer vacation. Why don't you say hello when you meet?"

Wayne's voice sounded in his ears, and Malfoy could only stop and give a forced smile.

"Lawrence, it's a little dark, I didn't notice you just now."

"How was your vacation?"

"Very good.OK. "Wayne looked at his awkward appearance, with a playful smile on his lips: "The Dark Lord didn't come to trouble me, but the whole holiday was a bit boring."

Malfoy's face turned a few shades paler, and Wayne felt that he would not be as pale as he was now even if he died for three days.

"What Dark Lord? Lawrence, this is Potter's nonsense, why do you still believe it?" Malfoy frantically looked for excuses.

As soon as he saw Wayne, he thought of the task given to him by Voldemort.

Assassinate Wayne, otherwise their whole family will die.

How could he have that ability!

"But I broke half of his body with my own hands." Wayne moved a little closer and whispered in his ear: "Your father is the Dark Lord's right-hand man. He must be very happy that the Dark Lord is back?"

"I don't know what you are talking about. "

Malfoy's expression changed several times, and he fled in a hurry after saying one sentence.

Wayne smiled, and did not stop him, but just shouted from behind: "Malfoy, have a good dream."

"Thank you!" Malfoy said without looking back, and his feet moved faster.

"Wayne! Wayne!" Harry ran over panting, "I, I saw it."

"What did you see?" Wayne asked in some surprise.

"Horse, no, it's a horse-like creature, hanging in front of the carriage. It turns out that the car we are riding is pulled by that monster." Harry gestured randomly, trying to make Wayne understand what he said. (To read the exciting novel, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

"Ron didn't see anything, and neither did anyone else, but there was really in front of the carriage..."

"Thestrals. "Wayne knew what he wanted to say and interrupted him directly: "That creature is called the Thestral, and only those who have witnessed death can see it."

Harry was stunned after hearing this.

Witnessed death?

The scene of Voldemort killing Barty Crouch Jr. immediately appeared in his mind.

The auditorium, which once had more than ten long tables, returned to its original size. Hundreds of candlesticks floated in the air, illuminating the entire space. The ceiling was still as bright as stars, emitting a mysterious glow.

Seeing Wayne, many people greeted him enthusiastically, and some sneered at him, all Slytherins.

Wayne wrote down those people one by one, and also smiled.

As a Hufflepuff, the requirement for friends is simple, that is loyalty.

It is obvious from the looks of these people that they know something, so they are fearless and show their fangs to him.

Is it necessary to keep it?

Wayne walked around the Slytherin table and returned to the Hufflepuff seat. Norman was waving at him vigorously, and a seat had been reserved.

As soon as he sat down, Norman handed him the prefect badge, like it was a hot potato. []

"Take it quickly, it will be bad if the professor sees it later."

Wayne did not take it, but motioned for him to wear it himself.

"Professor Sprout gave me the badge so that I could arrange it myselfYes, I gave it to you, and you will be the official class leader in the future."

"Is it still possible?" Norman was dumbfounded.

"Don't worry. "As he said that, Wayne turned his head to look at the guest of honor seat, raised the badge and shook it at Professor Sprout, and then put it on Norman in front of her.

Norman was relieved when he saw his dean smiling and nodding.

Of course Sprout knew that Wayne didn't want to be a prefect, but whether he wanted to be one was his business. As the most outstanding student in the college, it was her duty as the dean to hand over the prefect badge to Wayne.

No matter who Wayne finally chose as a worker...prefect, with Wayne's prestige in Hufflepuff, no one would have any objection.

The hall gradually became lively. Wayne glanced around. Dumbledore's position was empty, only two of the four deans were there, and there was no one in Hagrid's position.

Wayne asked casually: "Norman, who went to the station to pick up people today?"

Norman shuddered: "It was Snape, you don't know, I thought I was blind when I saw him. "

"Isn't it Professor Grubbly-Plank?" Wayne frowned.

This professor had substituted for Hagrid for a month last semester when he was on leave. Many people thought she taught better than Hagrid, but she just liked to smoke a pipe.

Squeak!

The side door next to the main guest seat was opened, and Snape walked in with a gloomy face.

Next to him, a witch in a pink cardigan was saying something with a sweet smile on her face.

Snape had clearly shown his impatience, but the woman seemed unaware and still acted very familiar.

What was even more shocking was that when the two came to the back of the main guest seat, she actually sat in Professor McGonagall's seat.

Seeing this scene, Flitwick and Sprout were both stunned.

Harry also widened his eyes in surprise, "I know this woman, it's Umbridge!"

"Who is that? "Ron asked weakly, his stomach growling with hunger.

"She was the one who judged me that day, and she also helped Fudge. What kind of senior deputy minister is she?"

"Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magic?" Now it was Ron's turn to be surprised: "Then what is she doing in Hogwarts?"

"I don't know. "

Although he said so, Harry had a bad feeling in his heart.

No way...

Wayne also looked at Umbridge with a calm face.

He was going to test it out in a while.

Letting Umbridge come over was because he wanted to make some extra money.

In his eyes, Umbridge was just a pig, and as long as she could squeeze out points, she still had value.

But if there was too little oil and water and it didn't meet his expectations, then he would solve it as soon as possible to avoid leaving it to pollute his eyes.

Just as Wayne was thinking, there was a sudden noise in the hall.

"Mr. Scamander is here!"

"It's really him!"

Hufflepuff long tableThe excitement was boiling. Rolf's face flushed with excitement and he almost called out "Grandpa".

When Wayne heard Newt's name, he turned around and saw Newt and Dumbledore stepping into the hall from the entrance hall, both with smiles on their faces.

Wayne was dumbfounded.

Isn't Newt in North America with Tina? He received a letter from them last week.

Why did he suddenly come to Hogwarts again?

When they saw Newt sitting in Hagrid's seat, the smart people quickly understood what was going on and spontaneously gave warm applause.

Newt lowered his head in embarrassment, stood up and bowed slightly to express his gratitude, and then sat down again.

Wayne numbly clapped with everyone, but his eyes were on Dumbledore.

Professor, what kind of succubus are you? Door! .