Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

Wayne suspected that Umbridge had spent all her salary to please her boss, so that she was so poor that she only had one sweater.

Since the beginning of the school year, she had never changed the pink cardigan she was wearing.

"Mr. Lawrence, do you have any doubts?" Umbridge, who had been observing Wayne, noticed his strange look and asked with a smile.

Wayne tilted his head, "Are you afraid of the cold? The outdoor temperature is over 20 degrees, and there is a fireplace in the room. Aren't you afraid of getting prickly heat by wearing a sweater all the time?"

The class was silent at first, and then there were bursts of low laughter.

The classmates looked at Umbridge with a playful look.

If Wayne hadn't said it, they really wouldn't have noticed it.

Before, they just thought that a toad-like witch wearing such pink was a bit disgusting, who would have considered whether she would be hot?

"Lawrence, you don't have to worry about my health." Umbridge said in a coquettish voice, "This is a Defense Against the Dark Arts class, please don't discuss topics that are not related to the class."

Wayne looked at her as if she were a fool: "If you don't ask me, will I tell you?"

Umbridge couldn't keep her fake smile... She looked at the students who were giggling and slapped the table hard.

"The class will start now, please keep serious!"

The whole class was silent and sat upright. Wayne looked at the 100 points sent by the system and was very happy.

Although this woman made her lose her appetite, she could still tolerate it for a while because of her lack of points.

Before the class officially started, Umbridge announced some rules of her "one seven seven".

She required everyone to raise their hands when asking questions, and only those who were named by her could speak. At the same time, when asking questions and answering, they had to add Professor Umbridge at the end.

After saying this, she started the class formally.

As rumored, they had only one task, which was to read books.

It was the first time that Wayne opened a book. The only use of "Magical Defense Theory" written by Wilbert Slinka was to pad the uneven table in his dormitory.

After reading the first three pages, Wayne decisively closed the book and took out a book he was reading recently, "Lost Magic".

Umbridge noticed his movements.

"Lawrence, why are you reading other irrelevant books in my class?"

"Do you think that you can be arrogant and disrespectful to me, the professor, because of your special family background and some small achievements?"

Swish!

The whole class threw their books aside and looked at the two of them with burning eyes.

They had already smelled a strong smell of gunpowder.

Everyone had actually noticed the conflict between Wayne and Umbridge since the start of term dinner.

Many people suspected that Hermione's abnormal behavior that day was also related to Wayne.

Today, the two parties finallyIn a direct confrontation, it is like a collision between Mars and the Earth.

"I don't understand, Ms. Umbridge." Wayne put the book down and leaned back in his chair.

"Let's not talk about whether I respect you. Two first-class Order of Merlin, Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, if these are small achievements, then what are you, a waste?"

"After all, you have lived for more than 40 years. Not to mention the Order of Merlin, even the application for the Wizengamot was rejected. No matter how you look at it, it is a failed life. If I were you, I would have broken my wand and found a place to commit suicide."

Umbridge's face became darker... Whose fault is it that her application was rejected? You still have the nerve to mention it?

"Is this your reason for not respecting me?" Umbridge was so angry that she trembled all over: "This is a school! I am a professor, and you are a student. I said that you should add Professor Umbridge when answering questions. Didn't you hear it?"

"I heard it, but I don't want to follow it." Wayne scratched his ears impatiently: "Meaningless rules are equal to nonsense, just like the textbook you asked me to read, which can only be used to pad the table legs."

"Hufflepuff deducts ten points!" She screamed: "I don't need a student like you to question the teaching content in my class! This is a study plan formulated by experts!"

"Does the expert's book tell you how to block the bricks falling from the sky?"

Umbridge's face turned pale and blue, very exciting, "Lawrence, if you disrupt the order of the class again, you will get out!"

She wanted to add a few dirty words, but thinking of Fudge's instructions, Umbridge still improved her quality and didn't say it.

Wayne said lazily: "There is no school rule that allows professors to kick students out of the classroom."

"Then I will put you in detention." Umbridge thought of something and looked at the boy sinisterly, "Isn't this the professor's right?"

The badgers showed a worried look, but a few Slytherin students began to gloat.

Blaise Zabini said sarcastically: "Lawrence, just listen to the professor in school. Professor Umbridge is an education expert sent by the Ministry of Magic. If you don't want to learn, don't affect our classes."

"Are you right, Professor Umbridge?"

Umbridge smiled and nodded: "That's right, Mr. Zabini, as long as you follow the pace of the Ministry of Magic firmly, there will be no danger, and you can also pass the OWL year. Maybe in the future, you can get a good position in the Ministry of Magic."

Zabini nodded in surprise, and then looked at Wayne more proudly.

He had long disliked Wayne, and was beaten up by Astoria last semester, so he had been holding a grudge.

If Snape didn't help him, he would find a more powerful backer.

Zabini's mother was a socialite, and she was also very good at dealing with people in the Ministry of Magic, so it didn't matter if seven husbands died.

He knew that Fudge, who stood behind Umbridge, had already torn his face with Dumbledore, and now was the time to choose sides.

Pansy Parkinson also stood up to help. Malfoy showed a disgusted expression and whispered to Crabbe and Goyle:

"Stay away from this idiot in the future."

Wayne glanced at the two of them lightly, and ignored the two clowns, but smiled at Umbridge:

"You have the right to detention, and I also have the right not to go. Whatever you say, you want to expel me, but I don't think you have the ability."

"You!" Umbridge said angrily, "Dumbledore taught you to treat professors like this? It seems that the problem of Hogwarts is more serious than I thought."

"Hufflepuff will be deducted 150 points. If you don't come to detention this Friday, then Hufflepuff will be deducted another 200 points!"

After that, she took out the parchment and hat, wrote and drew on them, and finally smiled again.

In the following time, Umbridge acted as if Wayne did not exist in the class, and let the students continue to read.

Wayne continued to read contentedly.

One class, more than a thousand points, he was in a very good mood now.

The system was still popping up the points reminder, and it was obvious that Umbridge was not so calm.

And the Hufflepuff students did not care at all about the fact that he had deducted so many points, but were more worried about Wayne.

Hannah poked Wayne's back carefully, and after he turned around, she whispered:

"Why don't you go to detention, in case she really expelled you..."

"Don't worry, Hannah, only Dumbledore has the right to expel students. Not to mention that she is a deputy minister, even if she is a regular, she has to bow down and behave herself when she comes to Hogwarts."

Wayne did not lower his voice, and it was particularly clear in the silent class.

Umbridge was not angry but happy when she heard it, and wrote down what Wayne had just said on the parchment.

She was going to take it back to Fudge to show it to him. These were the evidences of Dumbledore's contempt for the Ministry of Magic, and it was her credit!

The bell rang, and Umbridge was about to get up and leave the classroom, but she found that her body was pressed by a strong pressure and could not move.

"Norman, Toby, take Zabini out for a good talk, Daphne, Pansy is in your hands."

"If anyone dares to stop us, we will all come together."

The badgers responded in unison, except for Smith, who snorted and walked out of the classroom.

Toby smiled evilly, stretched out his hand to grab Zabini who was trying to escape when he saw the situation was not good, and pulled him by the back of the collar and walked out. Daphne signaled to her two female followers and forcibly took the screaming Parkinson out..0

Wayne walked towards the terrified Umbridge step by step.

"Lawrence, I am a professor, how dare you attack me?"

"Which eye did you see me attack?" Wayne Bear spread his hands, indicating that he didn't even take the wand. (To read the violent novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

"Let me go!"

Umbridge screamed, and everyone was silent.Dare to go out, looking at Wayne in doubt.

It's a bit inappropriate to hit the professor... isn't it?

Umbridge has not yet reached the point where she was originally hated by the heavens and the people. Everyone's impression of her is just that she is an unqualified professor.

"I really didn't do anything." Wayne shook his head helplessly, and the pressure on Umbridge disappeared. She jumped up suddenly, struggling hard, and looked at the boy in surprise.

"It really wasn't you who did it?"

"How can you talk to me?" Wayne turned his face instantly: "You were a professor in class, and now I am the chief wizard of the Wizengamot. Where is the respect?!"

Umbridge's face changed slightly, and just when she was about to speak, the force just now appeared again, pressing down her waist tightly, looking like she was bowing to Wayne.

The young man's lazy voice came: "Just bowing, no greeting?"

At this time, Umbridge was sure that it was all Wayne's fault. She wanted to curse, but she felt the pressure on her body getting bigger and bigger, and it was about to break her waist. She was terrified.

She could only swallow her anger and said in a pleading tone: "Hello, Mr. Lawrence."

"Remember this feeling." Wayne chuckled, "It doesn't matter if you can't remember it, you will get used to it in the future."

After that, he walked out of the classroom.

Outside the door, Zabini and Parkinson were like bereaved parents. Seeing Wayne coming, they were so scared that they couldn't speak.

Wayne shook his head and sighed in disappointment, "I didn't expect Slytherin to have such an idiot who couldn't recognize the situation."[]

"Laurence..."

"Shut up." Wayne spit out two words indifferently, and Zabini's face became even paler.

"I remember Astoria taught you a lesson, what is the third time."

"This is the third time, Zabini, you can choose a way to die."

"You can't kill me!" Zabini collapsed and shouted: "This is illegal!"

"No, that's not right, this is the second time! You miscalculated!"

He was like grabbing the last straw, desperately refutation.

"It seems that your memory is really not very good." Wayne sighed, "The first time was because you never gave me a gift."

"Even if it was only once, I wouldn't remember it, but unfortunately, there was no one."

Toby was stunned: "You also counted 4.7 who gave you a gift?"

"No, I only remember those who didn't give you a gift."

Norman felt a pain in his balls. It was the first time he realized that Wayne was so petty. Fortunately, he gave gifts every Christmas and birthday, otherwise he would not sleep well at night.

Seeing Zabini burst into tears, Wayne comforted him: "Killing is illegal, how could I do that to you in school?"

Zabini cried even more sadly, what does that mean.

Once he leaves school, he will be gone, right?

"Have you learned how to hang a bell?" Wayne looked at Norman.

NormanMan nodded.

"Then hang him at the door of Slytherin first and test how long your magic can last."

"Daphne, teach Parkinson a lesson first, and hang her up too, so they can be a perfect pair. These two are not allowed to enter the Slytherin dormitory this month. Tell me who let them in."

Daphne nodded: "I know."

Wayne watched them leave, and then came to the Great Hall. The score column representing Hufflepuff was empty, with only a thin bottom left.

Although Wayne didn't care about the score, and the badgers didn't care either, without the score, Umbridge couldn't deduct his points.

This won't work.

Just at this time, Newt also passed by the hallway. Seeing Wayne standing in front of the score board in a daze, he came over and was stunned immediately.

"What's the score for Hufflepuff?"

"Huh?" Wayne thought of something and turned to look at the old man.

"Senior, do you think I'm handsome?".