Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

Wayne told Professor McGonagall his idea in detail. The older cat girl's eyes became brighter and brighter, and finally patted Wayne on the shoulder with satisfaction.

"You are worthy of coming up with this idea..."

"That's right." Wayne replied happily, and then reacted and looked at Professor McGonagall sadly.

Is this a compliment to him?

Professor McGonagall pretended not to see Wayne's eyes, and said to herself: "This is a good idea. I have to discuss it with Pomona and Filius."

"And Snape." Wayne reminded, "Professor Snape is the best at this kind of thing."

Professor McGonagall waved her hand. Of course, she knew that Snape was a good choice.

It's just that Snape and Umbridge have been getting close recently, and she hasn't decided whether to call him.

In the evening, Wayne returned to London with Qiu.

Tomorrow he was going to St. Mungo's to treat the Longbottoms, so he came back a day earlier and lived comfortably at home.

At Hogwarts, Umbridge did not wait for Wayne to be detained, and immediately deducted 200 points from Hufflepuff.

This was the only way she could take revenge on Wayne now.

She had no ability to do anything else.

At this time, the door of the office was knocked.

"Come in!" Umbridge quickly adjusted her expression and shouted in her usual coquettish tone.

The door was opened and Professor McGonagall walked in.

"Excuse me?" Umbridge asked with a smile.

"This is what I need." Professor McGonagall handed over a list. There was very little on it, only a few magazines and a few snuff bottles.

Umbridge was happy, thinking that her work in the past few days had paid off.

Before, she bought dozens or hundreds of things, but this time, the total amount of several things was only two or three Galleons.

She signed the list with a smile and gave it to Professor McGonagall, and asked hypocritically: "Minerva, are these enough? If not, I agree to buy a few more."

"No need." Professor McGonagall was not angry, but smiled.

"Let's talk about it next time."

"Yeah." Umbridge nodded indifferently. 610

She didn't know how close Professor McGonagall's so-called next time was, nor did she know that this was the beginning of her nightmare...

On Saturday, Wayne sent Qiu home early in the morning, and no reporters went to St. Mungo's, but came to Crouch's house.

"Your place is deserted enough."

There was only Crouch in the huge house, and the house elf Winky usually worked at night and had almost no presence during the day.

"I'm used to it." Crouch took a sip of tea and asked, "Are there any other tasks?"

"No, you're doing pretty well." Wayne shook his head slightly.

At present, the Independent Commission Against Corruption has established itself in the Ministry of Magic. When mentioning this department, other Ministry of Magic employees are terrified.

XuMany employees with lax attitudes have been punished. A few days ago, an employee of the memory erasure team was fired because he used the forgetfulness spell roughly during the execution of the task, causing damage to the brains of two Muggles.

The department leader wanted to plead for his subordinates, but was decisively rejected by the iron-faced Crouch.

After a cup of tea, Wayne didn't keep it a secret.

"Mr. Crouch, since you started helping me, you have always done a great job, even at the cost of my son's life."

The corners of Crouch's mouth twitched.

After getting along for so long, he has always been unsatisfied with Wayne's chatting level, and every sentence is poking people's lungs.

He looked at the boy helplessly, frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Little Barty's fate is his own choice. I have saved him once, but he still stubbornly chose Voldemort. Death is his best destination."

Wayne crossed his fingers and casually placed them on his legs.

"But I can't watch a loyal subordinate like you cut off his offspring, and Crouch shouldn't fall into decline."

"My suggestion is..." The young man smiled slightly: "Give birth to another child."

Crouch's eyes fixed, and then he flatly refused: "Wayne, this is my personal matter, you don't have to worry about it."

"As for the bloodline of the Crouch family... there are two branches in Northern Europe. After I die, they will naturally send people to inherit my legacy."

"If we split up, we are no longer a family."

Wayne raised his eyebrows: "I remember I once said that if you perform well, I will give you the reward you deserve?"

"Don't you want it?"

Crouch is very smart. Wayne is particularly abnormal today and has been talking to him about these things.

Reward...

Crouch tried hard to recall the big pie Wayne had once drawn.

The body shook violently, and he looked at him in disbelief: "You, you can already..."

Wayne liked his loss of composure very much. This kind of expressionless and unusually calm person can be made into an emoticon package after losing his composure.

"That's right." The boy nodded happily: "I'll give you a wife, just as your salary for the past few years."

The ring on Wayne's hand suddenly burst into black light, and an illusory body floated out of it, which was more ethereal and illusory than a ghost.

The phantom was a woman, about 40 years old, skinny and withered.

But when he saw her appear, Crouch burst into tears and rushed up tremblingly.

"Lara!"

This person was his deceased wife whom he missed day and night!

"Bati..." A faint voice floated out from the shadow. Wayne knew that it was no longer appropriate for him to stay here, so he clapped his hands and walked out of the room.

"I'll be back in half an hour."

Walking out of the living room, Wayne came to the small terrace in the backyard and casually lay down on a rocking chair.

Crouch's wife is the result of his labor these days.

Compared to Ariana, she died less than ten years ago, so the difficulty of resurrection is much lower, and Wayne also discovered new problems.

When the soul is infinitely close to the present world, a very solid barrier will appear. If you want the soul to cross the barrier between life and death, the magic power consumption will suddenly increase several times.

And the whole process cannot be stopped, otherwise the soul will be damaged or even shattered.

Fortunately, he was in good condition at the time and the speed of magic power recovery was also very fast, so there was no accident.

This can be regarded as a reminder to Wayne that he must be fully prepared when resurrecting Ariana next time.

In addition, he also found an unexpected surprise. All souls resurrected by the resurrection stone seem to be free, but in fact they have been bound by the resurrection stone, which is equivalent to the anchor point in this world.

That is to say...if he wants, he can send these souls back to the ancient road that can't see the end at any time.

Even if he has a body, it is the same.

"Sparkling." Wayne called out.

The house elf immediately appeared in front of him and asked respectfully, "Master Lawrence, what do you need from Sparkling?"

Wayne rubbed his stomach, "Bring me some more beef sandwiches, I didn't eat enough just now."

Sparkling quickly brought the food over, along with a vegetable salad and a few pieces of bacon. (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Wayne hadn't finished his meal yet, and Crouch brought his wife's soul to him. (ccde)

"It's not even half an hour yet?" the boy asked in confusion, holding a fork.

"There's plenty of time to talk, but I can't keep you waiting."

Crouch smiled at his wife, then bowed to Wayne in a very formal way, "Mr. Lawrence, thank you for your generosity, giving me and Lana the opportunity to meet again."

Wayne waved his hand nonchalantly, "I told you, this is the reward you deserve. Hufflepuff never treats his loyal friends unfairly."

"You should call me Wayne. We're old acquaintances, so don't do this."

"Yes."

Crouch's face was full of smiles, and his heart was extremely happy.

He felt that the most correct decision he had made in his life was to succumb to the tyranny of the boy in front of him, otherwise there would be no reunion of the couple today.

Seeing the smiles on Crouch and Lana's faces, Wayne was in a good mood, and the pie he had painted for his employees was finally realized.

However, looking at that thin soul, some ugly words still had to be said in advance.

"Mrs. Crouch."

The young man slowly put down the cutlery in his hand, "You should know the final fate of Barty Jr. now, right?"

The joyful atmosphere stagnated, the smile on Mrs. Crouch's face disappeared, and Crouch himself became nervous.

He knew how much his wife doted on Barty Jr.[]

A loving mother often spoils her child. The irresponsible father of little Barty is half responsible for his current situation, and the obedient mother should be responsible for 30%.

Wayne waited quietly for her answer.

After a moment of silence, Mrs. Crouch finally spoke.

"Mr. Lawrence, I am not an ungrateful woman. You resurrected me and saved Barty. You are our great benefactor."

Mrs. Crouch bowed slightly: "As for little Barty, although I am very sad about his death, I also know that he was stubborn and did it himself, so he ended up like this."

"Please rest assured, I have no resentment or dissatisfaction with you, and I will not prevent Barty from working for you."

Mrs. Crouch said it very sincerely, but what made Wayne believe more was her soul fluctuations. False lies can deceive his heart, but they cannot cover up the changes in the soul.

Wayne nodded, and he completely trusted Mrs. Crouch.

"You are a smart man."

"It's just a child. You two can still have children at this age. I have a lot of magic potions here. My father-in-law said it was good. Wouldn't it be better to have another child in the future?"

Crouch looked embarrassed, but Mrs. Crouch smiled bitterly:

"I am like this now..."

"That depends on Mr. Crouch's performance." Wayne smiled and patted Crouch on the shoulder.

"The soul has returned, so how far will the body be?"

"You mean..." Crouch got excited.

Wayne nodded seriously: "Yes, work hard, and I will find you a few boss ladies next year."

After saying that, his figure gradually faded and disappeared in front of the man and the soul. He still had to go to St. Mungo's and couldn't delay here any longer.

The Crouch couple stood there and looked at each other. Suddenly, Mrs. Crouch laughed.

"Battie, your new boss... is quite unique."

Seeing his wife laughing so happily, Crouch shook his head and smiled helplessly.

It's really unique.

On the other side, Hogwarts.

Umbridge gradually found that the water temperature was wrong.

Since yesterday, almost all professors have come to her for approval.

The amount is not large, at most a few dozen Galleons, so she approved them one by one.

But today, those professors came again, and the amount they wanted was still not large, and many of them were repeated.

Umbridge couldn't help it, looking at Professor Flitwick in front of her and questioned: "Why didn't you say you needed these things when you came to me yesterday?"

Professor Flitwick was still very calm, and said sharply: "I didn't find that the water balls were out of stock yesterday. I only found out this morning when I was preparing for next week's classes."

Umbridge reluctantly accepted this reason and signed the list.

Within half an hour, Professor McGonagall came again and signed it.

Then came Snape.Prout, Sinistra...

Finally, when Professor McGonagall came twice in one day, she couldn't help it.

"Minerva, are you kidding me? Or do you think I'm idle every day?"

"What's the difference between what you want and what I want this morning?"

"What are you talking about, Dolores?" Professor McGonagall showed an extremely surprised expression: "Isn't this your job?"

"I just miscalculated the quantity, there's no need to be so angry, right?"

Want to use this method to make me surrender?

Umbridge felt a sense of enlightenment in her heart, and felt that she had seen through the professors' plan, and immediately returned the list with a sneer.

"Sorry, I can't approve the items you need."

Professor McGonagall shrugged indifferently: "There must be a reason, right?"

"I'll write it in the report, you can go." Umbridge smiled and saw her off.

That evening, he sent the report to McGonagall by owl.

On Sunday, Umbridge did not stay in Hogwarts, but returned to the Ministry of Magic, having a rare day of leisure.

But when she returned to school on Monday and was about to have a cup of morning tea, dozens of owls flew into the window with a whistle...