Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

Quirrell read the contents of the book with difficulty.

The little wizards were used to his poor performance.

According to Quirrell himself, he was cursed by several dark creatures at the same time, so he had to spend a lot of energy to fight against the curse. Although everyone expressed sympathy for this, they still felt helpless.

Defense Against the Dark Arts was supposed to be the most exciting course, but now it has become like this.

Many people have already begun to fish, read extracurricular books, or make up for homework in other subjects.

Quirrell ignored him. As long as no one interrupted him, the professor would keep reading the textbook until the bell rang.

Perhaps the only good thing is that he never checks his homework.

Wayne's arm rested on the table, supporting his chin.

Somewhat worried.

Maybe Quirrell no longer cares about his targeting, or maybe he has repeated a single behavior too many times.

Recently, Wayne has been deliberately making things difficult for Quirrell in class, and the points that Wayne can gain have become less and less.

It's not even as much as going out for a night out.

But with such a good score-boosting machine in front of him, Wayne felt uncomfortable if he didn't make good use of it.

Looking at the class where no one was paying attention, Wayne breathed a sigh of relief and made a decision in his heart.

"professor."

Wayne said directly without raising his hand.

This was actually very rude, but if he raised his hand, Quirrell would just treat it as if he couldn't see it.

"professor."

Wayne shouted again, and Quirrell reluctantly stopped reading.

"Also, what's the problem, Mr. Lawrence?"

All the students looked refreshed.

They had fun watching it.

"Do you still remember our agreement? Wayne asked politely,"As long as you teach me a powerful spell in this class, I will give you a small bottle of Phoenix Tears.""

The little wizards exclaimed.

Phoenix tears!

That's a good thing, it can be sold for a lot of money.

"this...this..."

Quirrell was a little moved. He still remembered Voldemort's request.

"Don't say yes to him, it will expose you, idiot!"

Voldemort's cold snort sounded in Quirrell's mind.

Once Wayne's temptation is successful, what will the other young wizards think? If they don't give good things, they won't teach magic?

It would be strange if they don't explode.

Even if they want the Phoenix Tears cannot be used in this way.

After hearing the master's order, Quirrell also changed his tone:

"You, you are still at the age where you are laying the foundation, and there is no benefit in learning powerful spells too early. Wayne said reluctantly:"But I heard from senior students that you didn't teach any magic in their classes.""

"It’s all about studying, just in a different book.

Quirrell blushed:"Teaching, teaching, how can you call it studying?""

Then there was a series of difficult words, about the dangers of magic spells, laying a good foundation, etc.

The students burst into laughter, and the atmosphere inside and outside the classroom was filled with joy.

Wayne finally mocked:"Professor, you are not qualified for this position. Could it be bought? No wonder Cedric told me that the food at Hogwarts is much better this year."

Cedric, who was hoeing the devil's ivy in the greenhouse, sneezed and instantly woke up the devil's ivy. The vines were entangled from all directions.

It took him a long time to break free.

Cedric was puzzled.

"Weird, why do I suddenly want to sneeze?"

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Quirrell was angry for the first time and deducted five points from Hufflepuff.

Wayne had achieved his goal and stopped pestering him.

After class, his roommate Norman found Wayne in the crowd in confusion:

"Why do you feel that you are not in a good mood today?"

"Not really. Wayne shook his head:"I just think it would be a waste of time to have such a professor.""

"What do you think we can learn this year?"

After hearing Wayne's words, Norman also felt sad. So far, he has only learned a repel spell by self-study, and the lessons taught in class are of no use.

Not only Norman, there are many little wizards around him who have exposed themselves. A look of approval.

A girl from Ravenclaw comforted:"Ven, you don't have to worry too much.""

"I heard there's a curse on the Defense Against the Dark Arts position. No one has ever been able to do it for a full year."

"One year..."Wayne shook his head regretfully:"Hogwarts only lasts seven years, and now one year has been wasted."

"We are fine, but how big of a loss will those fifth- and seventh-grade seniors suffer?"

After that, he left lonely.

Wayne's words quickly spread among several colleges.

As he said, the fifth and seventh grade students are indeed in pain.

The examiners of OWLs and NEWTs will not care. How about your professors?

They will only assess according to the requirements of the Ministry of Magic, so now the seniors are a little overwhelmed and can only rely on self-study and talent.

But what can you do?

You can only curse a few words behind your back and then work hard continue reading.

Night is falling.

Tomorrow is the weekend, so the Hufflepuff common room is particularly busy.

"Ahem! Everyone!"

Ven put his wand against his throat and cast the amplification spell.

At this time, the eyes of the entire lounge were focused on him.

"Wayne, what's wrong with you?"Cedric asked strangely, wondering why he was so crazy.

"Don't interrupt."

Wayne glared at him and took out a piece of parchment from his arms.

"Do you know how much it costs to buy a loaf of bread?....Sorry, I got the wrong paper."

Thunderous laughter erupted in the lounge, and his two roommates even laughed.

But this also made more people curious about what Wayne wanted to do.

So, wait until he took out the second piece of parchment. At that time, the rest room became silent.

Everyone was looking at him

"Dear Hufflepuff classmates and seniors,"

"I believe everyone knows how important Defense Against the Dark Arts is."

"We have the greatest headmaster in the world, the most powerful white wizard of this century"

"We have the strictest but most competent Transfiguration professors"

"We have the kindest, gentlest herbalist as herbalist professor"

"We also have the patient Curse Professor who has won several duels in a row."

"Of course, we also have a Potions professor who has a sharp tongue, doesn’t pay attention to personal hygiene, and is overly partial to a certain college, but his level is unquestionable."

"However, we only lack a competent Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who is willing to teach us real magic."

The smiles gradually disappeared from the faces of the little badgers. Cedric's eyes widened and he wanted to stop Wayne from talking anymore, but the boy pushed him back to his seat with a look.

Wayne continued his emotional speech:

"Now, it's the darkest period in Hogwarts' history, and we're about to waste a year"

"In this year, we can't learn anything useful from the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, nor can it effectively help us pass the graduation exam."

"I know that professors are all worthy of respect"

"However, our needs should also be taken seriously!"

"It’s been a month since school started. I can’t imagine how much magic everyone will learn to protect themselves after the first grade."

"But I know our enemy has appeared"

"He will shake the image of Hogwarts in the hearts of all people, and he will destroy the harmonious campus created by President Dumbledore."

"I...Something must be done! Wayne showed a heroic expression:"The reason why I am taking up everyone's time today is that I just want to tell you that if I am fired by the principal, I will miss you.""

When she heard that she would be expelled, Hannah couldn't help but stood up:

"Wayne, what are you going to do?"

"I want to write a report letter to the principal and report Professor Quirrell's inaction. Even if I fail, Quirrell will not be able to make it easy. Wayne showed a bitter smile:"By then, everyone may get a new good professor.""

"Wayne, forget it."The little badgers were all moved by Wayne:

"We can also learn by ourselves. Although it is a little slower, we can still learn something."

The young man showed a disgusted expression:

"How many self-taught students are there in Hufflepuff?"

Everyone was stunned.

The little badgers usually listen to lectures in class. After class?...It’s true that no one is studying anymore.

Focus on randomness

"Don't worry about me! Wayne blew his nose,"Tomorrow morning, I will go and send a report letter to the principal's office!""(To read cool novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

After saying that, he turned around and walked into the men's dormitory passage and went back to the house.

There were left a bunch of little badgers looking at each other.

No one wanted Wayne to be expelled, but they persuaded him to Don't move him.

Cedric gritted his teeth and said,"I'll write a report letter too!"

"The principal will be very angry if Wayne is alone. I want to help him share some of his anger."[]

The Hufflepuff tradition is unity.

After hearing Cedric's method, everyone clicked

Susan Burns said loudly:"Add me, my aunt works in the Ministry of Magic, I can also talk to her"

"Count me in!"

"And I!"

Almost everyone started to respond, took out parchment and quill pens, and wrote a report letter.

Wayne, who was lying on the door and eavesdropping on the goings-on, showed a knowing smile.

Early the next morning.

All the little badgers They were all waiting for Wayne to appear in the lounge.

Surrounded by his two roommates, Wayne finally walked out of the dormitory.

Everyone held new envelopes in their hands.

Shocking cheers erupted in the lounge, and then they all poured out of the common room.

They Instead of going to the favorite dining hall, he walked directly upstairs.

Hundreds of little wizards formed a small torrent. The other college students who saw them were stunned and didn't understand what happened.

Just now Harry also met Wayne and others when he went downstairs.

Ron shivered.

"Why do I feel murderous?

Harry ignored Ron's complaints and asked doubtfully:"What are you going to do?""

"Look at this direction...Going to the eighth floor?"

"What's on the eighth floor? Ron asked.

Harry thought for a long time, and finally took out the map and said with certainty:

"Principal room!"

"Wayne, is this here?"

"How do we get the letter to the principal?"

When we arrived on the eighth floor, everyone suddenly became nervous, and their original aggressiveness turned into cautious.

They all walked on tiptoe, as if they were walking at night.

Wayne shook his head.

"No, the principal's office has its own mailbox. We can just put the letter in the mailbox."

Hearing what he said, the little badgers breathed a sigh of relief.

When they arrived at the door of the principal's office, they saw the familiar gargoyle.

Perhaps sensing the arrival of Wayne, the gargoyle, which had been sleeping with its eyes closed, suddenly woke up.

"Huh? It's you, kid. Why are you here so early? Dumbledore probably hasn't gotten up yet."

"Thank God the password has been changed. It's Lemon Olaf. Say it quickly so I can open the door for you."

The little wizard behind made everyone dumbfounded.

This guard is really...Do your duty.

I was afraid that Wayne wouldn't remember the password, so I told him specifically.

At this time, the gargoyle stone beast also realized that there were so many people following him, and asked with some confusion:

"What are they here for? I can only make the decision to let you in alone, but not others."

"No. Wayne waved his hand:"I'm not here to see the principal. I wrote him a letter.""

"Please hand it over to him for me"

"That's it. The gargoyle stone beast opened its mouth:"Then let him in. I will remind him later if he enters through the main entrance.""

Wayne didn't hesitate and put the letter directly into his mouth.

"Is this an email address?"Cedric pulled Laravine's clothes and whispered in his ear.

"Well, put your letters in as well. After putting them in, we'll go have dinner."

Pulling up his courage, Cedric also threw the letter into the stone beast's mouth.

"Eh? You also have a letter for Dumbledore"

"wait youWhat to do!"

"No, hurry, stop"

"It's going to be full!"

"Don't be so rough! Be gentle!"

Finally, when the last little wizard stuffed the letter into the gargoyle's mouth, he swallowed all the letters with tears in his eyes.

His belly was visibly bigger.

"Thanks a lot. Wayne patted his head and said,"You must remind the principal.""

After saying that, he ran away with the little badgers.

Everyone had an abnormal blush on their faces.

It was really exciting.

There has never been such a grand occasion in the history of Hogwarts, with a whole school of little badgers. Wizards collectively complained against a professor.

They were about to be recorded in history!

Big deal!

There are no secrets in Hogwarts. In less than a day, the news that all Hufflepuffs complained about Quirrell spread throughout the school like a whirlwind. Opened.

At first when they heard this shocking news, everyone's first reaction was disbelief.

However, every Hufflepuff student said so, and many people saw them walking towards the high floors in the morning.

In an instant, the whole school exploded!

Hufflepuff has always been the most low-key house, never causing trouble, and other houses will not provoke them.

The sense of existence is extremely thin.

Even parents educate their children. If you have no characteristics, you will be sorted into Hufflepuff

((Good) But this time, Hufflepuff did something big that Gryffindor envied, Slytherin laughed at, and Ravenclaw looked at.

Dinner time.

The atmosphere in the auditorium was extremely strange.

There were only a few teachers present at the guest of honour.

The positions of Dumbledore, Snape, and Quirrell are all vacant.

Sprout was so restless that he held his knife and fork backwards.

"Pomona. Professor McGonagall sighed, hesitated for a moment and then said:"You should have stopped them."

Professor Sprout put down the tableware helplessly:"Do you think I don't want to?""

"The issue is...I only found out this afternoon. Professor McGonagall

's eyelids jumped in shock:"They didn't tell you about such a big thing?""

She couldn't believe that this was something Hufflepuff could do.

If she were Gryffindor, she wouldn't be so surprised.

Well, in fact, what Professor McGonagall didn't know was that after learning about the little After the badgers' feat, the little lions also took action.

How could Hufflepuff be allowed to enjoy such a limelight?

In one afternoon, the gargoyle's stomach contained nearly a hundred more letters from Glen. Fendo's complaint letter.

Of course, Mag is not aware of this now.

She quickly asked Sprout,"What is going on? Who started this?"

Besides, Professor Flitwick also cast a concerned look.

Sprout smiled bitterly:"It's Mr. Lawrence."

The two professors were stunned.

Lawrence...

Are today's first-year students already so bold?

On the long table of Hufflepuff, Wayne was surrounded by a group of people, including Hufflepuff and Gryffindor.

The Weasley twins even acted like they were surrendering.

"Wayne,so cool! We never dreamed that we could play like this."

Bang!

A figure roughly squeezed through the crowd and came to Wayne. He pulled Wayne out without any explanation.

"Wow..."

Cedric exclaimed softly.

"Not the Gryffindor one, this is...Ravenclaw's new Seeker?".