Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

Hearing Wayne's challenge, Harry and Malfoy both shrank their necks subconsciously.

Isn't this obviously asking for a beating?

Harry asked cautiously: "Wayne, are you in a bad mood today? If you have any troubles, you can go to class another day."

"That's right." Malfoy rarely agreed with Harry: "Tomorrow, or next week is fine."

"Why so much nonsense, right now, who goes first?"

Wayne waved his hand impatiently, and his wand was already pulled out.

Seeing this, Malfoy knew that he couldn't avoid the beating today, and immediately took a big step, protected Harry in front of his chest, and pushed him hard.

"Put first!"

You bastard, you really deserve to die.

Harry turned around and glared at Malfoy fiercely, but seeing Wayne's eyes that could not be refused, he could only climb onto the ring obediently.

"Then be gentle."

After saying that, Harry took out his wand and performed a duel etiquette. Wayne returned one in a proper manner.

The moment he stood up, the sound of the spell breaking through the air was heard.

"Not bad."

Wayne symbolically retaliated by picking up Harry's spell. Harry was well prepared and read out the spell of the Armor Charm loudly, deflecting the spell and shooting a few more spells at the same time.

The angles he chose were very tricky. While firing the spell, his feet did not stop, and his wrists shook wildly, making the route of the spell unpredictable.

Although he had experienced many disasters in the past few years, it must be said that Harry's practical experience was not something that wizards of the same age could have.

He had met Voldemort three times in four years, and even if he was beaten, he would react instinctively.

Wayne had intended to check his combat power, so he was not in a hurry to subdue Harry. He waited until all three of his moves were used up before finding the loophole and suddenly shooting a Stunning Spell.

Harry raised his arm and wanted to use his wand to pick up the spell, but the next attack came immediately. His arm was raised high, and he had no time to block it. The Armor Spell was broken, and the swift attack just now was stagnant, and the rhythm was also disrupted. He was easily subdued after three or two moves.

"Expelliarmus."

The red light hit Harry's chest heavily, knocking him off the stage and onto the ground.

"Good!"

Malfoy clapped his hands desperately, as happy as if he had caught the Golden Snitch, and hurried to Harry to mock him.

And Wayne's eyes flashed with a ray of red light, and a ball of red light flew out of Harry's body and was absorbed into his body.

The magic power seemed to have increased a little, but the change was too weak, and he could not sense it without careful inspection.

"Wayne, this last blow was too harsh." Harry rubbed his butt and stood up.

"Who told you to be distracted?" Wayne squinted his eyes, and Harry was speechless.

He was confused when the armor spell was broken just now, and he also knew that he was going to die soon. Naturally, he would not be as focused as he was at the beginning of the battle. He just thought that it was finally over.

"Never give up until the last moment, or you will only face death."

"Just like when you duelled with Voldemort, knowing that you couldn't win, why didn't you just wait to die, but fight back?"

Wayne criticized him seriously, and Harry fell into deep thought, not noticing that Malfoy didn't refute Wayne's words and deny the existence of Voldemort.

After a while, Harry nodded solemnly, "I won't do this again next time."

"Let's see how you perform in the future."

"After Wayne finished speaking, he asked Malfoy to walk onto the ring.

Unlike Harry's fierce fighting style, Malfoy was definitely a sleazy one.

He first asked Wayne to double the size of the ring, and then brought a bunch of obstacles before starting.

After bowing to each other, Malfoy skillfully rolled behind the obstacles and began to cast spells.

Venomous snakes, rats, spiders, and other disgusting summons, and also released a cloud of poisonous mist and large patches of corrosive liquids. Harry's scalp was numb when he saw it, and he decided in his heart that if he really wanted to fight Malfoy in the future, he would never give the other party a chance to cast a spell, and he would kick him right away.

Wayne smelled the pungent and unpleasant smell, wrinkled his nose and waved his wand.

"Sweep away the whirlwind! "= | The wind was scratched by the air in the room, and the poisonous mist was instantly dispersed. Several of them were cut into two sections by the sharp blades. A magic was solved, and he hadn't supported him for a long time. "= |" You laugh, break the special. "| = |" I am born with a smile, can you control it? "| = |" Are you laughed when you were stunned by your Monto cousin? " ”

“.......”

Wayne was also convinced. These two people could quarrel at any time and any place.

Someone could pretend to be Ron to deceive Harry, but it is absolutely impossible for someone to pretend to be Malfoy to get away with it. You can tell the taste when he speaks, right?

Wayne didn't want to watch the two flirting anymore, so he encouraged them to solve the problem through magic.

But when it came to solving the grudge, Malfoy was scared again, talking about other things, and wasted the class time.

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The weekend always goes by quickly, and a new week has arrived in the blink of an eye.

Umbridge returned to the castle in the morning. She looked as if nothing had happened and greeted the professors enthusiastically.

The attitudes of several professors towards her also softened a lot. Everyone knew that Umbridge had obtained a batch of funds from the Ministry of Magic.

Although most of it was used for school repairs, there was still a lot left to be distributed to various subjects.

But it turned out that the professors were still too naive.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Professor McGonagall had just finished her morning class,When she returned to the office to mark the homework handed in by the students, she heard a hurried knock on the door and opened it with a frown.

"Professor Umbridge, what's up?" Looking at Umbridge holding a large box of documents, Professor McGonagall instinctively felt that the visitor was not friendly.

Sure enough, when Umbridge sat opposite her, she pretended to take out a few pieces of parchment and started to make trouble.

"Professor McGonagall, I found a lot of problems when I reviewed the expenditure of funds in previous years. I hope you can answer my doubts for me."

"Do you suspect that I took the school's money?" Professor McGonagall's face changed.

Such suspicion is absolutely a huge insult to her. She has contributed half her life to Hogwarts, and now someone is accusing her of embezzlement?

Seeing Professor McGonagall trembling with anger, Umbridge smiled even more: "Please don't over-interpret my meaning, Professor McGonagall. As a financial auditor, I have the obligation to understand the school's various expenses."

"After all, it costs tens of thousands of Galleons a year. I don't think this is reasonable."

"What do you think is wrong?" Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and used great efforts to keep herself calm and not kick people out.

Umbridge lowered her head and looked at the data on the parchment: "Two years ago, you bought 500 hedgehogs, 300 rabbits, and a large number of cigarette boxes, wooden barrels and other items, on the grounds that they were teaching aids."

"Is this number a bit too much?"

Professor McGonagall tried hard to recall that if Umbridge hadn't said it, she herself would not have known that she had bought so many teaching aids two years ago.

Gradually, Professor McGonagall's face became ugly. Umbridge was secretly happy in her heart, thinking that she had grasped McGonagall's pain point at once.

However, at this moment, Professor McGonagall spoke:

"Professor Umbridge, do you know Mr. Seamus Finnigan?"

Umbridge thought for a moment, "Are you talking about Potter's roommate?" (To read the novel, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Professor McGonagall looked at her deeply, and was more certain that Umbridge came to Hogwarts to target Dumbledore and Harry.

"Yes, Mr. Finnigan from the fifth grade."

"Two years ago, he was still in the third grade, and the teaching content of the third grade is the conversion between small objects and small animals."

Umbridge immediately showed a look of "are you kidding me?"

"Professor McGonagall, do you mean that the reason for purchasing so many teaching aids is because of Finnigan alone?"

"He is just the main factor." Professor McGonagall corrected: "Mr. Finnigan has an extraordinary talent in blasting. The disadvantage is that he can cause explosions at any time. In a school year, the teaching aids he damaged can be equivalent to the entire class."

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"If you don't believe it, you can compare the expenditures of these teaching aids in the past few years."

Umbridge took out the previous year's data on these items with doubt.The consumption is indeed reduced by 20 to 30%.

"How could a student waste so many resources?" Umbridge still didn't believe it and looked at her cousin suspiciously.

Professor McGonagall said perfunctorily without raising her head: "That's the fact. If you don't believe me, you can also ask the students of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Finnigan's name is still very famous in their grade."

"Anything else? I still have work to do."

Umbridge pretended not to hear the intention of sending the guest away and continued to ask: "Why do you subscribe to 30 copies of "Transfiguration Today" every year? The annual fee for this magazine is 20 Galleons."

"Is there an unspeakable interest transfer relationship between you and the magazine?"

"You don't know?" This time it was Professor McGonagall's turn to look at Umbridge with shock. The pink toad asked inexplicably:

"What should I know?"[]

"Oh, I forgot." Professor McGonagall suddenly realized Dawu: "Your fifth-year Transfiguration score was just barely passing. You didn't attend my advanced class, and you didn't even know about the Transfiguration Club?"

Umbridge immediately felt that her IQ was despised, and continued to ask with anger: "What does this have to do with the advanced class and the club?"

Professor McGonagall snorted: "Students who can enter the advanced class and join my club are all good seedlings. They are qualified to contact the most cutting-edge Transfiguration. I subscribe to the newspaper for them."

"As for my own share, it comes from my salary, not the school's money."

"Your Excellency the Inquisitor, the Education Department and the Ministry of Magic should not stop the investment in outstanding students?"

"Of course." Umbridge forced a smile, responded with a few words, and fled in embarrassment.

The first confrontation ended with Professor McGonagall's complete victory and Umbridge's failure.

But her target is not only Professor McGonagall. Unfortunately, there are other options.

In the next few days, she went to Professor Sprout, Professor Flitwick and others.

Especially Trelawney, Umbridge wanted her to list all the uses of tea and crystal balls.

Why can the school break more than a dozen crystal balls a year, and why must tea be used for divination.

These questions made Trelawney almost hysterical, but Umbridge was very satisfied.

This is exactly the effect she wanted.

When dealing with Snape, Umbridge's attitude was much better. She intentionally or unintentionally pulled the relationship to show her identity as a Slytherin graduate, and everyone was a family.

"I actually saw Snape smile."

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Susan talked about what she saw and heard.

"Umbridge was almost clinging to Snape at the time, and both of them were laughing happily. Snape even called Umbridge senior. I didn't expect that she graduated from Slytherin. No wonder she was so annoying."

Although this was the first class of Umbridge between Hufflepuff and Slytherin this semesterQuirrell and Lockhart's books were still related to Defense Against the Dark Arts, but Umbridge's so-called theory had nothing to do with magic. Susan's voice was not lowered, and several Slytherin students nearby heard it. They glared at her, but when they saw Wayne at the front desk, they turned their heads away. Hannah used her little brain and guessed, "I've never seen Snape so happy..."

"You think he's not interested in Professor Umbridge, right?" Wayne looked at Hannah with admiration. As expected of a Hufflepuff literary giant who has created countless books, he even supports this kind of CP? At this time, crisp footsteps came from the door, and Umbridge walked into the classroom.

The first thing I saw was Wayne. .