Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

Back in the common room, Wayne noticed something was wrong.

There were many people sitting in the room, but the atmosphere was extremely quiet, everyone was deep in thought

"What's going on here? Wayne sat on the empty chair next to Cedric and asked curiously.

Cedric looked complicated:"Your two roommates are too smart. They asked two questions that no one could answer.""

"Everyone is thinking."

Ven looked like you were kidding me.

His two roommates are absolutely like two-year-olds, and Toby was praised by Snape as an idiot on the same level as Neville.

"Toby, what on earth did you two ask?"

"Oh, Wayne.

Toby looked up at him and asked very seriously:"Do you think the expired laxatives are still useful?" Norman also chimed in:"Drinking and riding a broomstick, does that count as drunk driving?""

Wayne:"......"

You two should be transferred to another hospital. The little Hufflepuff can no longer accommodate you. Hurry up and cause harm to Ravenclaw.

New week.

Harry and Ron walked into the auditorium with a depressed look.

The two of them had not fully recovered from their injuries. Their eyes were blue and they had several big bumps on their heads. When other students asked, they said they had fallen down the stairs.

But no one believed that anyone who fell down the stairs could get two black eyes.

As fate would have it, Malfoy, who was eating, also raised his head when Harry passed by, and their eyes met.

"snort!"

Harry and Malfoy snorted at the same time. Malfoy didn't look good at this time. There were gaps in his neat blond hair, which looked like it had been chewed off.

The bruises on the corners of his mouth were very obvious, and Malfoy grinned fiercely. With an expression on his face, he was about to mock Harry.

Unexpectedly, Harry laughed first.

"Hahaha, Malfoy, why are you missing a tooth?"

Ron also laughed. The two of them laughed at Malfoy unscrupulously. The blond boy's face turned blue visibly.

"Po Te, do you want to fight again?"

Malfoy gritted his teeth, and his words were a little leaky. When he went back that night, he found that one of his teeth had been knocked out.

After thinking about it carefully, he found that it was accidentally injured by Crabbe, a fool. He was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

Today, he was so angry Lee tore his wound again. If there weren't too many little wizards around, he would have rushed up and punched Harry, knocking out one of his teeth.

Harry retorted:"I don't want to lose all your teeth." Abort it, and you won’t even be able to eat."

Of course he would not agree. If there was no 117 Wayne on Friday night, he and Ron Neville would be completely in trouble.

The best outcome is to be caught by Filch, and the worst outcome is...

It's probably used as food for the three-headed dog. It happens to be one for each head, so there's no need to grab it.

"coward."Seeing that Harry didn't take the bait, Malfoy snorted coldly, turned his head to eat, and ignored them.

Harry still wanted to taunt, but a familiar and annoying voice came from behind him.

"Damn it, Gryffindors don’t have their own place to eat?"

"No, professor. Harry forced himself to calm down and turned around:"I'm just saying hello to my classmates.""

After Snape saw the injury on Harry's face, his eyes narrowed and he was silent for two seconds before saying:

"Deceiving the professor, five points from Gryffindor"

"Pote, you'd better pray that I don't touch you next time we fight, or go back to Privet Drive."

After that, Snape floated away, like a big bat that moves during the day.

Harry looked at his back with disgust.

"Sometimes I really feel like I stole his girlfriend and made him hate me so much"

"You two are more than twenty years apart. Ron complained mercilessly:"Your dad just stole his girlfriend.""

"Okay, let's go eat."

Harry nodded and was about to return to the long Gryffindor table with Ron. He accidentally saw Wayne coming to the guest of honor seat and talking to Snape who had just sat down.

"Professor, this is the material you want."

Wayne handed over a paper bag with a pained face.

In order to collect these tears, he and Feng Wang vomited after saying good things yesterday, so he managed to collect two vials.

If Snape dares to hide his clumsiness, Wayne promises In the future, give him a potion with Umbridge's hair!

Whoosh!

The action almost left an afterimage. Before Wayne could react, he only felt his eyes blurred. Snape had already put the things away.

It was even rare. He smiled.

He had already used the ingredients given by Wayne over the weekend, and the effect was surprisingly good.

Especially the rebirth potion he refined, which was added with the tears of the phoenix, actually produced some effects that he could not understand.

After a whole weekend of research, Snape determined that Wayne's phoenix was different. Like

Fawkes, its tears did have a strong healing effect, but they were only healing.

But Wayne the phoenix...

Snape wasn't sure because the time was too short.

But according to the inference of the existing intelligence, Phoenix King's tears contain huge vitality.

Even people who are not injured can get an increase in life span and even return to youth after using it.

What the hell does this mean?

It’s simply a high-end version of the Magic Stone!

No, what kind of garbage is the magic stone?

It can only make people live forever, but it cannot prevent aging. Now Nico Flamel probably breaks his chest even if he sneezes.

But if you rely on the tears of the phoenix...Then not only will you live forever, but you will also be able to stay at the peak of your body's functions forever!

Snape no longer dared to use these two bottles of tears at will.

He felt that none of the potion formulas he knew were worthy of using these tears.

"Come to my office tomorrow evening."Snape warned him weakly, and Wayne gave him an OK look.

However, at this time, all the eyes of the guest of honor were focused on the two of them.

Especially when they saw Snape smiling. , even Professor McGonagall found it incredible

"Lawrence, what are you talking about with Professor Snape?"

As the dean, Sprout is the most qualified to ask, and she has no intention of hiding it.

"Um, Dean, don't I think my potions skills are too poor, and I want Professor Snape to give me some extra lessons. Wayne lowered his head and said sheepishly:"I just gave the professor some materials for class.""

As he said that, he also took out a jar of Phoenix King's excrement to make fertilizer for his dean, and gave Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall each a feather.

Professor Sprout laughed so much that he didn't know that Phoenix How is the fertility of the manure? This is the first time I have used it.

Immediately he looked at Wayne with a gentler look:"Then I'm welcome. If you need any plants in the future, you can come to me to get them."

Little wizards who are talented, eager to learn, and obedient are really rare.

There is Cedric in the third grade, and there is Wayne in the first grade.

Sprout seems to be able to see that one belongs to Hufflepuff. The era is coming soon.

After receiving the gift, it is natural to do something. McGonagall and Flitwick also smiled and told Wayne that if they encounter any problems during the study process, they can come to them.

"Mr Lawrence..."Dumbledore, who had been silent all this time, spoke and sighed in frustration:

"You will never forget this bad old man like me, right?..."

Wayne was startled,"Professor, don't you already have Fox? Do you still need these materials?""

"Of course it is. Dumbledore blinked:"Every phoenix is ​​unique, not to mention yours is the Phoenix King?""

Recently, Phoenix King and Fox often go to Old Deng's place to eat and drink. Even Snape can find abnormalities, let alone him? It's a pity that Dumbledore is not an expert in the field of magical animals. He can only learn from magic. Judgment felt that Feng Wang was powerful and unique, and could not get more effective information.

But it didn't matter, he had already written to an old friend and asked the expert to give some suggestions. (Read Baoshuang novels, just Go to Feilu Novel Network!)

The principal openly asked for a bribe, so Wayne naturally couldn't refuse.

He took out another feather and handed it to Dumbledore.

The old man rubbed it carefully for a moment, felt the warmth in his hand, and smiled He put it away and planned to send it to his old friend later.

Feeling that there were still eyes looking at him, Wayne turned his head and raised a playful smile on his lips.

"Why, Professor Quirrell also wants some materials?"[]

Quirrell waved his hands in panic:"No, no, I...I'm just curious"

"Yes, can you let me see your phoenix?"

"certainly..."Under Quirrell's expectant gaze, Wayne made a sharp turn

"no"

"Professor, if you teach (ccdh) us some useful spells next class, I will call the Phoenix King back. What do you think?"

For Wayne to tease a professor so unscrupulously, apart from Mag frowning slightly, the other teachers had no reaction.

It was really Quirrell who did such a bad job that all the little wizards had a lot of complaints against him. It’s no one else’s fault.

The teachers were also disgusted with the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, who had an unpleasant smell all day long.

Faced with Wayne’s pressure, Quirrell just stammered and said"try your best" and did not give any advice. An accurate letter.

Dumbledore tilted his head slightly, and no one could see his eyes clearly from the reflective mirror.

On the fourth floor, in Quirrell's office.

After breakfast, Quirrell did not have classes in the morning and went directly back to the office.

Few of the little wizards he met along the way greeted him, and they all looked at him with disdain and disgust.

To this, Quirrell always lowered his head and did not make any response.

He closed the door and locked it.

Quirrell took out his wand again and cast several trap spells and warning spells. Then he came to a floor-to-ceiling mirror and took off the turban that all young wizards were curious about.

A face appeared on the back of his head.

What kind of face is that?

Gray and ferocious, with an expression of pain all the time.

Just seeing it can make a child cry.

This is the tail sealed in the jinchuriki's body....Well, it's Voldemort.

Wayne would definitely sigh if he were here.

Although he looks ugly, at least he has a nose. Look what will happen in the future.

"Owner..."

Quirrell knelt on the ground respectfully, allowing Voldemort's face to receive the sunlight.

"Idiot, you can't even handle a first-year wizard. Why would I choose a waste like you?"

Voldemort's curses were intermittent and sounded very weak, but Quirrell was still so frightened that his body was trembling, and he softly defended:

"host...Master, I can't help it. If I show too much enthusiasm, Dumbledore will notice something is wrong with me. Voldemort sneered:"You think Dumbledore doesn't know you are mine?"

Quirrell was shocked:"What?" Then why doesn't he..."

"Not to expose you and get rid of you? Voldemort asked back, with great malice in his voice:

"I know Dumbledore knows I exist"

"Dumbledore knows that I know that he knows that I exist"

"I know too..."

"This is a kind of balance, a game between me and him, but Dumbledore would never have imagined that I, a lonely ghost, would dare to go to Hogwarts in person."

"In his heart, I'm afraid you are just a poor guy who was bewitched by me! Quirrell also stopped trembling and said flatteringly:"No, Master, I am turning from darkness to light. Only after following you did I realize how hypocritical Dumbledore is.""

"Then show your worth! I don't need useless trash," Voldemort scolded:

"I need the tears of a phoenix, especially Lawrence’s phoenix!"

Voldemort knew that his state was too weak, and he could only regain some strength with the help of rare methods and evil rituals.

And the tears and even blood of the phoenix were one of them.

That damn first-grade kid The wizard is jostling his servants every day, and even he can't bear to hear some things he says.

What does it mean to pretend to be a teacher?

This is called hiding!

"Master, I will do my best. Quirrell quickly expressed his loyalty:"I will definitely get the Phoenix Tears for you and help you regain your strength.""

Speaking of this, he hesitated again:"Master, Snape used to be your subordinate, why didn't you let me go to him for help?"

"Snape?"Voldemort's voice was faint.

"He is indeed much better and smarter than you. Quirrell lowered his head in shame.

However, he was still a little unconvinced.

Voldemort continued:"But it is precisely because he is too good and outstanding that I can't appear in front of him now.""

"Ten years have passed...I am no longer the Dark Lord I once was. Would an ambitious Slytherin like him still be willing to recognize me as his master?"

"if he cheats on you..."A ruthless look flashed in Quirrell's eyes:"Then I will kill him!"

"It doesn't matter if you sacrifice your life, but if my existence is exposed, it won't be enough for you to die ten thousand times! Voldemort said coldly:"I'll give you a week. If you still can't deal with that little wizard, you know the consequences.""

After saying that, Voldemort closed his eyes and rested.

The power he had accumulated was too weak, and every time he said another word, he was wasting his life.

Quirrell gently sent the scarf up again, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

Wayne Lawrence...

"Wayne, please stop bullying Professor Quirrell

," Hermione warned in a low voice in the History of Magic class.

"He is our teacher after all..."

Wayne yawned and asked nonchalantly:"Then, Miss Granger, what did you learn from this teacher?" After hesitating for a long time, Hermione finally found a reason:

"Stay away from vampires?"

"Haha, you really know how to make me happy.

Wen En smiled but said:"Why don't you learn how to deal with vampires from me? There is no tuition fee and you only need to give me a massage for half an hour.""

"You're going to die."The little witch patted him lightly and stopped mentioning Quirrell.

In fact, she didn't like the useless Quirrell. Her admonishment to Wayne was out of respect for the teacher as a student.

Secretly, Hermione had given Deng Dumbledore had written several letters of complaint.

Some were about Quirrell, about Professor Binns, and even about the astronomy class affecting students' sleep.

But Dumbledore only replied to Hermione one letter, telling her that the astronomy class was You can secretly sleep for a while, but it’s useless to learn anyway.

The little witch was so angry.

On the podium, Professor Binns continued to use hypnosis.

Today he was talking about the ancient Greek period, when wizards helped various city-states conquer Persia. Various deeds, the epic that should have been magnificent became boring under his narration.

Wayne's eyes were deep, thinking about Quirrell's performance just now.

It seemed that he had other plans for the Phoenix King.

Was it Voldemort's intention?.