Hogwarts: Please Graduate Soon

Angrily, he deducted another fifteen points from Hufflepuff, and Snape left angrily.

Wayne was left with a look of dissatisfaction.

Show off your spirit of deducting points from Gryffindor.

You only deducted so much, who are you looking down on?

Surrounded by a group of little badgers, Wayne returned to Hufflepuff's common room.

The amount of information this morning was truly astonishing.

First the Phoenix appeared, and then Wayne bought a Nimbus 2000. For those Quidditch players, the Nimbus 2000 was simply their dream broomstick.

As for Snape deducting points from Wayne?

Is this a thing?

The only ones who really want to compete for the Academy Cup every year are Slytherin and Gryffindor.

Slytherin is for the glory of pure blood, Gryffindor is for damn face, and must not lose to those stinking snakes.

Ravenclaw will fight for it if there is hope, but will not put a lot of energy into it.

Most of the people inside focus on their own affairs, and let the collective honor take its course. This is also reflected in the Quidditch game.

Only the little badger, Hufflepuff's attitude is always

What cup should I learn?

College what?

What college cup?

If you don’t create it, what does it have to do with us?

Do you want points deducted?

Just buckle it. In order to show my sadness, I will eat three more bowls in a while, okay?

This attitude makes Wayne's life very comfortable. He can do whatever he wants without anyone gossiping behind his back or causing isolation.

If he had been assigned to Gryffindor, he would have started to be criticized by now.

"Show me, just take a look."

Seeing that class time was approaching, Cedric hugged Wayne's thigh and begged.

Wayne trembled all over, kicked him away, and threw the box.

"Go away quickly, don't disgust me."

"Be gentle, this is Nimbus 2000!" Cedric took the box ecstatically, and a group of Quidditch players surrounded him, their eyes almost watering.

After putting the materials in the dormitory, Wayne hurried to the History of Magic classroom, deliberately avoiding the group of perverts on his way out.

I don’t know what their first class is. Are you really not afraid of being late?

.......

In the History of Magic class, Cuthbert Binns performed his usual hypnotic spell and fell half asleep in less than ten minutes.

Wayne reluctantly listened and was talking about the great impact wizards had on Muggle history.

For example, in the ancient Han Dynasty, the wizard Liu Xiu disguised himself as a Muggle and successfully extended the life of the Han Dynasty for more than two hundred years.

What Liu Xiu is best at is refining the elixir of fortune. He takes the elixir of fortune every time before a battle, so he has good luck.

The most exaggerated time was when he drank a pint of Felixir and burped with satisfaction after drinking it.

Then the enemy was killed by meteorites falling from the sky.

From then on, everyone also respected him as the Great Magister Liu Xiu.

Pull ~ pull ~

Wayne woke up from his sleep when he felt his sleeve being pulled.

"get out of class has ended?"

Hermione quickly held down Wayne who stood up and was about to leave, and whispered:

"get out of class isn't over yet."

Wayne slapped her hand away angrily: "Then what did you tell me to do?"

Hermione's face turned slightly red and she said coyly:

"I...I...I want to touch your bird."

Wayne looked at her in shock, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

"What did you say?"

"I want to touch your bird." The little witch looked at Wayne pitifully: "Just for a moment, I will be very gentle and won't hurt her."

Now it was Wayne's turn to feel embarrassed: "Now... now?"

Although this bird is not of much use now, it is good to see the world in advance.

Alas, Hermione really had to make such a request in class.

He also had to use magic to block other people's perceptions.

"Of course not." The little witch rolled her eyes: "How can I touch him in class? Even if Cuthbert Binns is a ghost, we can't bully him like this."

Wayne follows the good deeds: "You tell me the time, I can do it."

Hermione thought for a while: "You are going to have afternoon tea with Principal Dumbledore, so after dinner, there is still a lot of time before curfew."

"No problem." Wayne agreed, "I'll find you wherever I can."

"On the lawn."

Exciting...

Wayne's body trembled.

Hermione then said, "By the way, what does King Phoenix like to eat? I'll prepare some snacks for him."

The young man looked at her in disbelief: "Are you talking about Phoenix King?"

"Otherwise?" Hermione returned a strange look: "Do you have other birds?"

"Haha, I won't show it to you." Wayne laughed, "I thought you were talking about Phoenix King."

"Then just finish your meal. I happen to have something to talk to you about."

He just said, how could the little witch turn into a little slut?

...

In the afternoon spells class, Wayne completed the Slowing Charm brilliantly, earning back half of the twenty points he had deducted in the morning.

Professor Flitwick looked at Wayne's leaving back and sighed.

Some people are born different from others and are born to be the protagonist, such as Dumbledore, or the Slytherin student who once won the Special Contribution Award.

Wayne gradually revealed similar traits.

Not to mention the outrageous fact that a little wizard could have a phoenix as a pet, Wayne's magical talent alone made him particularly jealous.

No spell can trouble him. In order to test Wayne's talent, Flitwick taught him a spell of his own creation.

After reading it, Wayne mastered the slowing and mentally confusing spell in just two attempts.

Why was such a good little wizard assigned to Hufflepuff?

Wayne was unaware of Flitwick's resentment as he had already reached the eighth floor.

The principal's office was guarded by a gargoyle. When he saw Wayne, he asked lazily:

"Password."

"Pile of cockroaches."

"Ugh~!" The gargoyle made a very humane expression of vomiting and turned to open the door.

"Every time I hear this password, I feel uncomfortable for a long time. Little wizard, please tell Dumbledore to change the password quickly. I will be disgusted if I open the door every day."

"Let me give it a try. How about changing to a scarab?"

"Get out! That's just... yuck!"

"You little wizard has no martial ethics, you are very bad!"