Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

Two minutes later, Dumbledore appeared in the principal's office with a confused look on his face.

He was reading a book in the minister's office, but a big bird flew out and slapped him into a vortex of fire.

When he came to his senses again, he had already arrived at this old place that he was very familiar with.

"Old principal." Wayne enthusiastically helped Dumbledore, who had not yet figured out the situation, to the main seat and asked him to sit down.

"I find that I still have a lot to learn from you in handling school affairs..."

The old and cunning White Devil could not resist Lawrence's calculations, and began to help him reply to the letters in a daze.

It had been three or four hours since everything was done, and Dumbledore's hands were sore from tiredness.

He looked at Wayne speechlessly, "Why do you want me to handle the official business you have accumulated?"

"Because when I get angry, I don't want to care about anything." Wayne Bear spread his hands, "It's better for you to be tired than to have a mess in the school, right?"

Dumbledore sighed deeply, and there was nothing he could do to him.

After adjusting his mentality, Old Dumbledore began to observe Wayne carefully again, trying to see what changes he would have after disappearing for such a long time.

Wayne also understood Dumbledore's thoughts, smiled slightly, and the extraordinary brilliance that had been completely restrained was slightly released.

Dumbledore's pupils shrank suddenly.

The magic in his body became restless because of fear, and the disordered world seemed to have a focus, and all the mysteries gathered on the boy in front of him.

While he yearned for it, he was naturally suppressed.

"Did you succeed?" The old man's voice became dry.

"Yes, I succeeded." Wayne said frankly, without any humble excuses such as luck. Everything came naturally. There is no such thing as luck on the road of magic exploration.

"Can you tell me about it?" Dumbledore asked excitedly: "I feel like you are like the legendary Merlin, who has become the incarnation of the origin of magic. How did you do it?"

"I call this realm legendary." Wayne said, "Everyone has different ways to touch the legendary realm. My feelings and methods can only serve as a reference for you. Don't go into a dead end."

"I understand." Dumbledore nodded gently, without any disappointment.

Learning 360 magic is actually the same. The same spell will produce different effects when read by different people, and everyone's magic characteristics are also very different.

What he needs is not a definite path, but a bright light that illuminates the way ahead.

Fortunately, Wayne has recently exchanged a lot of experience with Grace. If he follows his breakthrough method, it will be of no reference value to Old Deng.

"Magic is subjective." Wayne said this sentence for the nth time, pointing directly to the essence of this world.

"Magic spells, spells, postures, these factors are a step to strengthen our mind, and finally let magic respond to us.Our wishes are fulfilled to achieve the purpose of influencing reality. "

"However, this is essentially using our magic to fight against the rules of the world. It is obviously a piece of wood, but you insist on using magic to turn it into a needle."

"It is obviously just a dead puppet, but magic insists on giving it the ability to think and act."

Wayne talked freely, and Dumbledore listened attentively, as if he had returned to his student days, abandoning all his experience and starting again.

"And the legend is to raise this will of struggle to the highest level and expand the scope of influence until you gain control of an area, not just limited to the effect of your magic."

As he spoke, Wayne came to the window and pointed to the sky outside: "I say, it should be cloudy and rainy at this time. ”

The originally clear sky became cloudy in just a few seconds, and then it started to rain heavily, causing the little wizards who were still playing outside to run towards the castle in a panic.

"I said, the sun and the moon are reversed, and the sky is full of stars."

The dark clouds dispersed, but what appeared was not the sun, but a bright moon and countless twinkling stars.

Dumbledore was stunned.

He could also achieve the same effect with the first change using the weather spell, but it was definitely not as easy as Wayne.

And the second phenomenon was impossible for him to do even if he was beaten to death.

Changing (cjbe) the rotation of the sun and the moon, is this what you call controlling a small area?

"It's not as exaggerated as you think. "Wayne held Dumbledore's shoulders and took him to the sky. After crossing the clouds and reaching an altitude of 10,000 meters, everything became normal again.

"My domain only takes effect around the castle."

The two lowered their altitude and could see that the students were confused by the strange weather. The sky was dim and no one noticed their whereabouts.

Back to the office, Wayne sat back in the main seat, "Do you have any insights?"

"Well... I can't be more specific, but I just found out that your magic extended, no, assimilated the world."

"It's a very accurate description, assimilation." Wayne looked at Old Dumbledore in admiration. He was worthy of being Dumbledore. He had such a deep understanding after just one demonstration.

"Not enough..." Dumbledore shook his head and breathed a sigh of relief, "I found that my understanding of magic is still too shallow. ”

“Thank you, Wayne. I will go back and comprehend it carefully.”

After saying that, Dumbledore bowed solemnly to Wayne to show his respect. Wayne did not hide, but stood up to accept the salute.

This was also a favor for him to preach. Dumbledore owed him a lot of favors. Accepting this salute would also make him feel better.

Dumbledore hurried back to write down the feeling just now and comprehend it carefully. Wayne was also thinking alone in the office.

In the past, after becoming a legend, the research direction of the wizard changed from specific spellsTo analyze the world and understand the truth.

But he didn't intend to do so. It should be said that he should not only comprehend the rules, but also study magic.

The upper limit of magic in this world is too high. As long as the power of idealism is strong enough, it is possible to recreate the world in an instant.

Unlike many worlds, magic is only one of many energies, and the best thing is to destroy.

Wayne is ready to go hand in hand. Anyway, he has the right to split his attention after obtaining the origin rune of witchcraft.

Called a few house elves and asked them to take the letter to the owl shed to mail it. Wayne also left the principal's office and went to the library on the second floor to find Hermione.

He knew that Hermione must be in the library without looking at the Marauder's Map. After all, it was only two months before the OWLS exam. With Hermione's personality, she must have started to review.

Sure enough, he found the little witch at a table near the window.

Feeling someone was always looking at her, Hermione raised her head in confusion, then smiled happily and hugged him.

"Didn't you say you were studying magic? Why aren't you in the small world?"

"I went to see Senior Grace." Wayne explained in a low voice: "We first visited a pyramid, then went to Ilvermorny, and just came back today."

Mrs. Pince looked at the two whispering people with a bad look, but she couldn't get rid of them. (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

She was just an employee, and Wayne was her boss.

Fortunately, the two left the library quickly. Before leaving, Hermione put away all her books that were like a small mountain.

The Easter holiday passed quickly, and the little wizards also knew that the students of Durmstrang and Grindelwald were coming to Hogwarts, but they didn't react much.

With Wayne here, isn't it the Dark Lord? If he can defeat the first one, he can defeat the second one.

As for the students of Durmstrang, many of them are old acquaintances, nothing new.

Around six o'clock, the Gryffindor Quidditch players returned to the hall with their brooms. They will face Slytherin next weekend, which is also the last game before the exam.

Since Voldemort's death, Harry has been in a good mood.

Not only did he avenge his parents, he also got rid of that weird connection, and he never had a headache since that night.

What made Harry most relieved was that with the death of Voldemort, the curse of the Defense Against the Dark Arts course also disappeared.

He finally didn't have to be on guard against the professor.

Even if the professor was replaced by Frank Longbottom, Neville's father, Harry was careful to keep his distance.

He believed that Frank was a good person, but what if he was controlled by the Imperius Curse, or directly used Polyjuice Potion to turn into his appearance?

Harry's vigilance towards Neville has also increased.

It's still good now, I don't have to worry about anything, I can be an ordinary person happily.Students are fine. []

"Potter, Professor McGonagall wants you to come over."

Harry sat down and hadn't eaten for two bites when he heard someone calling him. He turned his head and saw Ariana waving at him.

"I'm coming." Harry stuffed a piece of pie into his mouth, then stood up and came to Ariana's side.

The two walked out of the hall and headed for the fourth floor.

"Percival, do you know what it is?" Harry asked curiously on the way.

"I don't know either." Ariana shook her head, "but it should be related to Durmstrang."

Harry didn't ask any more questions when he saw this.

Soon, the two arrived at the office. Ariana knocked on the door gently and pushed the door open after getting a reply.

Professor McGonagall didn't waste any words and directly took out a wreath and handed it to Harry.

"When the Durmstrang people come, you will be responsible for presenting a wreath to Principal Grindelwald."

"Huh?" Harry asked with a question mark on his face, "Me, the flower girl?"

He couldn't help but look at Ariana, who was laughing with her hands covering her mouth. Isn't this blonde doll-like girl more suitable than him?

"This is Principal Lawrence's decision." Professor McGonagall put down the quill in her hand and stood up, "I will go down with you. I guess they will be here soon."

As she spoke, Professor McGonagall waved her wand to sweep away the dust that Harry had stained from training, and helped him restore the wrinkles on his robe.

Half an hour later, just like last year when they welcomed other schools, the teachers and students of Hogwarts went out collectively and came to the lawn to wait.

It's just that the person standing in the front last year was Dumbledore, but now it was Wayne and Harry.

The two were still whispering. Harry didn't understand why Wayne asked him to be a flower boy. His appearance was not worthy of it.

"I just thought you two could get along well." Wayne shrugged. "Besides, you are the most famous student in Hogwarts. Well, besides me, it is only right for you to help the school."

Harry was speechless.

Splash!

The Black Lake was now full of waves, and the familiar skeleton ship emerged from the whirlpool in the lake.

The wooden board extended to the shore. Grindelwald took the lead, led by Vida Rozier, and several saints, followed by about 200 students from Durmstrang, and slowly walked towards the crowd.

"Mr. Lawrence." Grindelwald stretched out his hand at a distance of only five meters.

"Mr. Grindelwald, welcome to Durmstrang."

Wayne shook hands with him, and soon separated and winked at Harry.

Harry had no choice but to go ahead and hold up the wreath. "Mr. Grindelwald, I am Harry Potter. This is a gift from the teachers and students of Hogwarts."

Grindelwald did not reach out to take it, but just looked at him with a playful expression.

Just when Harry didn't know what to do, he finally spoke.

"Harry, there is no need to be so distant between you and me."

Harry felt Grindelwald's voice was very familiar when he was watching the live broadcast, and now Grindelwald was standing in front of him and speaking.

His head suddenly exploded, and the Niffler that had accompanied him for a year appeared in his mind. Harry blurted out:

"Teacher?".