Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

[Wayne Lawrence (Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, First Class Order of Merlin) succeeds Albus Dumbledore as Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

The above is in accordance with Educational Order No. 28

Signature: Minister of Magic - Cornelius Fudge]

This notice was posted all over the school overnight. Everyone in the castle seemed to have heard about the conflict last night and knew that Dumbledore had escaped after subduing five Aurors, the Senior Inquisitor, the Minister of Magic and his assistant.

But there was no explanation on the notice. Countless people rubbed their eyes and read it again and again, trying to see if there was any mistake in the name on the notice.

But even though their eyes were almost blinded, Wayne Lawrence's name was still clearly displayed.

If it weren't for the two titles at the end, they would really think there was a duplicate name.

"Am I crazy, or is this world crazy?" A Slytherin murmured after reading the notice, "Is Lawrence really the headmaster?"

"It's true." Malfoy held up the Daily Prophet he had just received.

On the cover, Wayne was sitting in the headmaster's office, waving at the camera with a bright smile (I asked someone to take the photo last night), and there was a line of big headlines under the photo -

"The youngest headmaster in history, Hogwarts ushers in a new era"

After turning it, the whole two pages were full of praise for Wayne, and special reporter Rita Skeeter vowed that under the leadership of Headmaster Lawrence, Hogwarts would definitely develop better than ever and become the best magic school in the world.

The Ministry of Magic should have made such a decision long ago and drove away the old and confused Dumbledore.

Following the back, there was Dumbledore's wanted order.

The charges were conspiracy and rebellion and violent resistance, and the bounty was a full 100,000 Galleons. Fudge was able to vent his anger.

But this amount was just a decoration. Unless Dumbledore was short of money and colluded with someone to split the money 50-50, no one could get the money.

While everyone was talking about it, Wayne came out from the side door with a group of professors and sat in the guest of honor seat.

Looking at the handsome boy sitting in the position where Dumbledore used to be, a sense of disobedience came over me.

Not to mention the students, in fact, even the professors, many people are still in a state of confusion. 040

Just now, Professor McGonagall brought the professors to the meeting. When she told the news, Snape thought that McGonagall was under the Imperius Curse of Lawrence.

It was not until Wayne took out the notice from the Ministry of Magic that he completely gave up.

This broken school is finally over.

He couldn't imagine what kind of mental state Fudge was in when he made the decision to hand over the school to Lawrence. It would be better to hand it over to him!

If he doesn't want to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, he can be the principal!

Of course, Snape didn't dare to express his dissatisfaction openly. He knew that this kid's mind was not much bigger than a needle.

The content of the meeting was also very simple. Wayne appeased him.Professors, let them continue to do their jobs, don't worry about the pressure brought by Umbridge.

This guy won't be able to jump around for long. Old Dumbledore is gone, and the school has become his territory.

How can we let a toad jump around here?

As for the points

The harvest last night was not small.

[Congratulations to the host for completing the highest achievement of the Reverse Tiangang series - "I call you teacher, you call me principal", reward points of 10,000 points, and a critical hit gift pack. ]

[The host's identity has changed, and the points acquisition mechanism has been changed accordingly. ]

Perhaps to prevent him from cheating and brushing points, the increase or decrease of the college points will no longer provide him with points, but as long as he tosses... no, reforms Hogwarts, the system will also give points rewards based on influence.

So, Umbridge's only advantage in brushing points has disappeared.

It's time to retire.

In the hall, the number of students increased, and the four long tables were almost full.

Wayne cleared his throat and stood up.

All of a sudden, the hall quickly became quiet, and all the teachers and students focused their attention on him.

"I believe everyone has seen the notices in their respective colleges and the entrance hall. Yes, from today on, I am the new headmaster of Hogwarts."

Still in silence.

Master Lawrence was dissatisfied (daba), and cast a dangerous look at Cedric.

Student Cedric clapped woodenly, and then the entire Hufflepuff, and then all the teachers and students clapped their hands.

After two minutes, Wayne modestly pressed his hands down: "Thank you for your support, but you don't have to be so enthusiastic."

Newt's eyelids twitched, and his hands were almost numb from clapping!

Professor McGonagall also had a headache. She looked at the smiling boy waving around and didn't know what to say.

She had a bad feeling when she knew Wayne became the principal last night, but judging from his performance, she was still conservative.

Looking at the only empty seat in the guest of honor, Professor McGonagall felt a little better.

No matter how bad it is, it's better than that woman becoming the principal, right?

Wayne's speech continued: "I believe everyone has heard a lot of rumors about last night. I declare here that those are not rumors, they are all true!"

Wow!

The scene immediately became noisy, and the students whispered to each other, as if they couldn't believe that Wayne admitted it so readily.

"Did Professor Dumbledore really defeat five Aurors?"

"Didn't he say ten?"

"I heard there's also Fudge. His head is still a pumpkin and he's being treated in a bed at St. Mungo's."

"Where's Umbridge? I don't care about others, but what about her?"

"Didn't you see that the seats are all empty? They must have gotten cold."

"I was wondering why today's breakfast was so rich. It turns out..."

The black lines on Wayne's forehead were getting more and more. He didn't expect that the rumors would become so outrageous in just one evening. He could only amplify his voice and suppress all the discussions.

"Quiet! I'm really talking about a small misunderstanding between Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic. There were no casualties last night, and Professor Umbridge..."

Wayne paused for a moment before saying, "Unfortunately, she is safe now. You will see her in class later."

A sigh of loss came.

Professor Sprout almost buried his face in the plate before he forced himself not to laugh.

"Okay, it's getting late, everyone, go to class. Don't worry, even if Dumbledore is not here, Hogwarts is still the safest place in the world."

"And..." Wayne hinted meaningfully: "In the whole school, only the principal has the right to expel students. If someone uses power to threaten you, just come to me, I will make the decision for you."

Boom!

"Long live Principal Lawrence!"

"So cool! Domineering!"

The hall burst into applause that was several times warmer than before. After a long time, the students left the room and went to their respective classrooms.

Wayne also took the schoolbag handed by Hermione and walked towards Greenhouse No. 3 together.

"You still have to go to class." Norman asked in surprise.

"I am only a part-time principal, my main job is still a student." Wayne said naturally, "Even if you are a principal, you have to take OWL and NEWT exams."

"Otherwise, your diploma will be worse than that of a student, how can you lead a team well?"

"What should Professor Sprout call you then?"

"Simple, just call each other."

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In a small town hundreds of miles away from Hogwarts.

Dumbledore sat in a cafe with a newspaper in his hand.

To ordinary people, it was just a morning newspaper of the day, but in fact it was today's Daily Prophet.

Looking at the smiling boy on the cover and the office that was so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar, Dumbledore had been stunned for fifteen minutes.

At this moment, the 100-year-old man had fallen into a state of doubt about his life.

Originally, I thought that after I left, Umbridge would become the headmaster unstoppably.

The reason why I asked Wayne was to let him take care of it again, so that Umbridge would not harm Professor McGonagall and others and make the school a mess.

But now he has a strong intuition.

Even if he didn't ask for anything, Wayne would go to great lengths to drive him away and occupy his office...

"I'm being used as a knife..."

After a long while, Dumbledore let out a bitter laugh.

Although he knew that he was being used by Wayne, he didn't have too much in his heart.Annoyed mood.

Anyway, his goal was achieved. At least the students' studies and the safety of the professors would not be affected, and he could do his own things without worry.

Putting down the nine pounds and fifteen pence, Dumbledore walked out of the cafe briskly, found a place where no one was, and summoned Fawkes.

He wanted to go to the Bear Country to see what Tom was planning. If there was a chance, he would take advantage of the opponent's weak strength and solve it directly.

As for the office, let Wayne use it first, and take it back when he comes back.

Afternoon.

Wayne became the headmaster, and his life did not seem to have changed at all.

Still attending classes as usual.

Even Umbridge's Defense Against the Dark Arts was not going to be skipped.

Arriving in the classroom a few minutes early, the Slytherins kept their mouths shut and did not even dare to talk in a low voice.

Who knows if Lawrence will take advantage of this opportunity to mess with them.

The Hufflepuff students were still casual. They had already attended classes with Wayne for a day and had accepted the setting that the headmaster would accompany them to class.

McMillan and Toby were still discussing how to retaliate against Smith, and people were surrounding them to give them ideas.

Today, Smith is still lying in the school infirmary, not because of Dumbledore's magic, but because he was kicked and fractured last night.

But this does not mean that everyone will let him go.

This time, Smith offended students from three colleges, and he was lucky to be able to spend this semester safely.

Soon, the class bell rang, and Umbridge walked in with a gloomy face.

She had this expression all day today and never gave anyone a good face. []

It took a lot of hard work to drive Dumbledore away, but not only did she not become the headmaster, but she also made wedding clothes for Lawrence.

It would be strange if she was in a good mood.

Umbridge wanted to question Fudge, but she didn't dare, because all her power came from Fudge, the Minister of Magic, and she had no foundation of her own.

If she fell out with Fudge, let alone the headmaster, even the position of senior investigator might not be kept.

After all, the bird is dead and the bow is hidden. Dumbledore has left, and her value has also decreased.

"Turn to page 346." Umbridge said weakly to the students: "Today, your task is to read the next 40 pages."

"What about you?" Wayne suddenly asked.

"What?" Umbridge didn't react.

"What is your role?" Wayne leaned back in his chair. Although Umbridge was in a high position on the podium, she still felt that Lawrence was looking down at him from above.

"What is your role as a professor?" Wayne asked again, "If you can learn all the above content by reading books, what's the point of Hogwarts paying you to come?"

Many students wanted to applaudAgree.

Umbridge's face turned purple, and she said angrily: "As a professor, I only need to plan study plans for students. If you don't understand, you can ask me. This is my job."

"In addition, my salary is also paid directly by the Ministry of Magic, and I have no relationship with Hogwarts."

"Mr. Headmaster, have I explained it clearly enough?"

"It is indeed very clear." Wayne nodded: "Your role is just a fart. It's better without you. With you, the classroom becomes smelly."

"Puff!"

Toby really couldn't help laughing out loud.

Just as Umbridge was about to explode, Wayne had already pointed to the door: "Please go out now. Since you can't help the students, there is no point in you staying here."

"Please...get out."