Hogwarts: Please Graduate Soon

Watching Wayne's back walking further and further away, Hermione felt a little suspicious.

She always felt that this guy was doing something bad behind her back, but she had no evidence, so she had no choice but to continue eating with her head down.

There is no class this afternoon, so the little witch is going to the library to finish all her homework in one afternoon, and will use the two days on the weekend to prepare for the next homework.

This week, Hermione's academic status has been clearly demonstrated, and she can help Gryffindor gain more or less points in every class (except Potions class).

But she's still stressed out, and the reason is Wayne.

Judging from their usual behavior in class, the two of them were actually similar, but Hermione knew that Wayne must be hiding a lot of things.

In the Transfiguration class, she could only make the matches slightly change the color and texture. Although Professor McGonagall was happy, he also told Hermione that Wayne succeeded in the first try.

Hermione knew that the reason why she was performing so well now was entirely due to hard work and a good memory.

But what about Wayne?

When this guy was with her in the library, he only read miscellaneous books, and often sneaked away to play wizard chess with his classmates, crackling and exploding cards.

He seemed more laid-back than Harry and Ronald.

Last time she caught Wayne performing the healing spell on Qiu Wu's wand, a skill that many adult wizards cannot master.

Sheer talent would make people despair. Hermione knew that she could only catch up with Wayne's progress by working harder.

He hides it too deeply.

If Wayne knew what Hermione was thinking, he would definitely accuse her of being wronged.

He is also hiding!

After arriving at Hogwarts, Wayne had never thought about struggling to develop. The wizarding world was still relatively peaceful, and only those who showed more talents would be favored by professors.

The punishment for getting into trouble in the future will be lighter.

Mainly...this is what they learned in the first grade, and any student with similar skills could learn it, such as the current Hermione.

It doesn't reflect his talent.

Is it possible to find the professor directly to perform a magic five-whip attack?

Wayne, who didn't know that he had been beaten into the ranks of old cunts by Miss Granger, came to the Potions classroom in the basement after lunch.

One week is enough for the little wizards to get to know the teachers at the school.

Especially Snape, a very 'unique' professor.

At almost 12:50, the classroom was filled with Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students.

No one dared to make a loud noise, and many people's eyes turned to the door from time to time.

Wayne sat at the same table as Hannah, and to be honest he wasn't too worried.

Since his surname was neither Potter nor a Gryffindor student, Snape had no reason to target him.

At exactly one o'clock, Snape walked into the classroom door without missing a beat.

He strode in, so fast that he stirred up a breeze, causing his robe to float up, like a walking bat spirit.

"Put away that useless wand." Snape's voice was low and magnetic, but it gave people a cold feeling. The little wizards obeyed obediently.

Like Professor Flitwick, Snape took out the roster and started roll call.

Every little wizard who was called would respond quickly and cautiously, for fear of being scolded for being too late.

"A precise sense of time is an essential foundation for brewing potions. I'm very happy that no one was late."

Snape said slowly, obviously happy, but more than one person saw it in his eyes.

disappointment?

"You are here to learn the precise science and art of potion-making, and since there is no foolish waving of wands, many of you will not believe it is magic."

"I don't expect you to truly understand the beauty of the slowly simmering cauldron emitting white smoke and wafting out bursts of fragrance. You won't truly understand the liquid flowing into people's blood vessels, the kind that makes people's hearts wander and their wills blur. Wonderful magic...I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death!"

This is a very contagious opening statement, and many people are already fascinated and looking forward to it.

Wayne pouted secretly when Snape wasn't paying attention.

The speech is indeed good. I would call his speech ability second in the wizarding world, second only to Grindelwald.

Brew glory and stop death.

I don't know, I thought Snape was going to teach them how to make the magic stone.

If death can really be prevented, then why not save Lily.

Well, I can't say this. If he did, he could guarantee that he would receive the green light from the tip of Snape's staff in the next second.

"Lawrence!" Snape said suddenly.

Wayne was stunned for a moment, but subconsciously stood up.

"If I were to make a herbicide, what else would I need besides lionfish spine powder and Flobber caterpillar slime?"

"Hoklap Juice, sir."

"How many ways are there to make the rejuvenation agent?"

"Three types, extraction, boiling, and grinding into powder."

"I need a bezoar, where will you find it?"

"The cow's stomach, but now there are a lot of cultivated artifacts."

“Procedures for Porcupine Quill Treatment with Scabies Potion.”

"Cut it into a length of three centimeters, and make a slit diagonally every one centimeter."

"Tsk." Snape stopped asking, "It seems that compared to Mr. Potter, you are indeed more worthy of your reputation."

The other little wizards were stunned. They understood every word these two people said.

But together...

Because of the isolation room, okay?

"What are you looking at me doing? I have what I just said on my face? Take notes quickly!" Snape suddenly burst out, and the students began to take notes in a hurry.

"You too, do you want me to ask you to sit down?"

"You're welcome, Professor." Wayne curled his lips and sat down.

Who knows why Snape went crazy and suddenly called his name.

And it wasn't random, it must have come specifically for him.

Those questions just now were basically beyond the scope. They were not what first-year students need to learn at all. They were definitely premeditated.

What Wayne didn't know was that Snape had heard from Professor McGonagall about Wayne's talent, which was that he could summon a Patronus with a wand.

This magic had special meaning to him, so he naturally remembered Wayne's name.

Today's test was just a spur of the moment, I wanted to make things difficult for Wayne and deduct some points for Hufflepuff.

Thanks to his and Cedric's outstanding performance, Hufflepuff's score now exceeds that of Slytherin.

To his regret, Wayne passed the test.

Why can't he be like stupid Po Te?

Glancing at Wayne, who had a normal expression, Snape waved his hand, and the process for making a potion to treat scabies appeared on the blackboard.

"The materials are in the closet. Work in pairs. If I find out who is wasting materials... I will let him eat the extra materials."

All the little wizards shuddered.