Chapter 45

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"Certainly..."

Even Dumbledore was momentarily taken aback by Wayne's magical aptitude. Then, he smiled and said, "This school rule was originally established to prevent students from getting into trouble if they cannot control their pets. You and your...Phoenix King, is that right? The relationship is very good, and the phoenix is a kind-hearted and highly intelligent magical animal. I won't deduct points for this."

"That's good," Wayne pretended to be relieved.

"It would be too rude to chat with you dressed like this." Dumbledore looked at his clothes and asked with a smile, "Would you like to have a cup of afternoon tea with me, an old man who loves to chat? The time will be after your classes in the afternoon."

"Perhaps I can share some experience with you in raising phoenixes." Wayne's abilities surprised him more and more. Dumbledore, who had originally planned to observe from a distance, decided to change his plan. To understand Wayne better, he needed to get up close and personal.

"My pleasure," Wayne replied, and Dumbledore looked very happy.

"The password is Cockroach Cluster, and the principal's office is on the eighth floor," Dumbledore said before leaving.

As for Fawkes, the two phoenixes flew out of the castle and disappeared without a trace while they were talking. This allowed him to enjoy more time with Phoenix King. Dumbledore understood Fawkes' excitement; after being alone for so long, he had finally found a companion.

Wayne also planned to put his package back in the dormitory and go to class when Snape's gloomy voice called out, "Wait a minute, Lawrence." 

He didn't know when Snape had arrived in the auditorium, but he hadn't spoken earlier. Seeing Snape calling Wayne, the young wizards who had been surrounding him, hoping to learn more about Phoenix King, quickly scattered. Cedric gave him a look that wished Wayne luck and then hurried away. Wayne scowled at Cedric before turning to Snape.

"Professor, what's the matter?"

Snape eyed the packages in Wayne's hand, one square and one slender. "What are these two packages?"

"Some materials and a broomstick," Wayne answered truthfully.

Snape was taken aback. Is this Hufflepuff so sincere? When he saw the shape of the packages, he had some guesses, so he stopped Wayne after Dumbledore left. He had thought of countless excuses Wayne might use, but direct honesty was not one he had anticipated. For a moment, Snape was suspicious.

"Open both; I want to check. As a professor, I have an obligation to prevent students from bringing dangerous items into the castle."

Snape decided to take a look. Wayne, feeling helpless, complied. He had told the truth, but Snape still wanted to see for himself. Without further delay, Wayne opened both packages. Inside the square box were magic ink, various grades of parchment, and several bottles of magic potions. Inside the rectangular box was, as he said, a flying broomstick: the latest customized version of the Nimbus 2000, which glowed while flying and was engraved with Wayne's name.

Compared with the ordinary model, the parameters of the customized version are exactly the same. However, the price is almost double. Don't ask why; the answer is faith.

Do you understand the value of the Prodigal Eye? Anyway, Cedric's eyes turned red again. The twins who were watching the excitement from a distance jumped up excitedly.

"Nimbus 2000! Wayne bought a Nimbus 2000!"

"Merlin's beard, where did he get so much money?"

Hermione frowned, a little unhappy. Why did Wayne spend money again?

"Lawrence..." Snape took a deep breath and said after checking, "You should know that the school does not allow first-year wizards to bring broomsticks to school, right?"

"I know," Wayne said matter-of-factly, "It's all written on the admission notice."

"Then you knowingly committed the crime," Snape sneered, "How many points should I deduct from you? But..."

Before Snape could finish speaking, Wayne interrupted him.

"Professor," the young man looked at him strangely, "Where did this broomstick come from?"

Snape frowned, "Of course, it was sent by your phoenix. Don't tell me it's not yours. Your name is engraved on it."

"It's mine," Wayne repacked the package, "As you said, it was sent by Phoenix, and I didn't bring it to school."

"So which school rule did I violate?"

Snape was speechless for a moment, and the little wizards who were watching brightened up. So smart. The school just said that they are not allowed to bring it to school. Asking an owl to bring it over is not considered a violation of school rules, right? Many first-year students are already ready to write letters home.

Snape became angry, "Strong words! If you contradict the professor, Hufflepuff will lose five points!"

At the same time, the system in Wayne's mind also sounded a prompt at the right time.

[The host deducts points for the college and gets +25 points]

Wayne's pupils dilated slightly. This was the first time he deducted points from Hufflepuff. This ratio was exactly the same as the ratio of earning galleons. Two hundred points will be deducted, which is a ten-game series. In an instant, Wayne's eyes changed when he looked at Snape.

Snape thought Wayne was scared, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a rare smile.

"Of course... if you are willing to share some materials on the Phoenix with me, I can cancel the punishment just now."

Yes, Snape had his eye on Wayne's bird. The reason why he came here specifically to find trouble was to obtain some materials from Phoenix. Phoenix's tears, feathers, and even blood are the main materials for refining many high-level magic potions. It can be said that the whole body is full of treasures. As a potion master, seeing a phoenix was no different than seeing a pig. It's a pity that Fawkes doesn't care about him, and Dumbledore won't go against the wishes of his own pet.

Now Wayne suddenly reveals that he also has a phoenix. Where else could Snape sit?

"Professor..." Wayne looked at him expectantly.

"You agree?" Old Bat smiled.

Wayne shrugged, "No, I think the points you deducted are too few. I don't feel it."

Snape:...

No, you are sick!