Chapter 82

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Faced with Wayne's kindness, the Slytherin students looked at each other. I don't know if it's their illusion. Wayne Lawrence's words always sound weird. The atmosphere fell into a brief silence. Wayne was still smiling, but the curve of his mouth was slowly shrinking. Finally, someone stood up and broke the deadlock.

"Certainly!" Malfoy pushed through the crowd and shook hands with Wayne with a smile on his face. "The Malfoy family will never refuse the good intentions of other nobles. I once expressed my good intentions to Po Te, but unfortunately, he refused."

Passive skill, activated by the wind. Effect: The Malfoy family always makes the right choice in times of crisis. The strength that Wayne showed just now was enough to make Malfoy, who puts interests first, ignore the issue of blood. In fact, to be honest, the two ancestors may have had some kind of friendship before.

In the eleventh century, the first Malfoy, Armand Malfoy, went to England with William the Conqueror, made contributions through the power of magic, and obtained the title of Wiltshire. Excellent fiefdom. The Lawrence family is also an old family that came from Normandy with William the Conqueror. Speaking of which, they were all colleagues back then. Wayne's smile became enthusiastic again.

This group of people was so disrespectful that they almost took out their magic wands just now. With Malfoy at the beginning, others stepped forward one after another and established friendship with Wayne. Even the prefects who had just been defeated by him had completely forgotten their previous unpleasantness and were all smiling. Maybe some people still feel contempt for Wayne because of his background, but they will never show it. Without someone to take the lead, purebloods will only look down on those half-bloods or Muggles who have no background or strength. The education they have received since they were young is a lineage of strength.

Did you really think that no one else could find out Voldemort's parentage back then? Many families may know better than Voldemort himself, but they all pretend not to know. Because Voldemort is strong enough and does not need any historical background, he is his own background. Wayne Lawrence has also shown such qualities in the eyes of these little snakes.

"Since we are all friends, I also have a gift for you!" Wayne waved his hand to summon a long table and took out various potions, decorations, and a large number of quills from the pockets of his robe.

"For the sake of my friend, all products in the Xianglia store are discounted by 10%! This is an intelligence enhancer that can increase the speed of thinking and make learning spells more efficient. This is an invigorating potion. One bottle will keep you awake for two days and you will be full of energy. This is infatuation...Sorry, this cannot be sold."

Under Snape's stunned gaze, what was originally a friendly exchange instantly turned into a large-scale sales pitch for Wayne.

"Lawrence, are you selling this ring?" A blond girl looked at the exquisite silver ring that Wayne had taken out and asked with a slightly red face.

Wayne enthusiastically introduced: "Greengrass, you have such a good eye, this is my latest work. Ring of protection! When you are in danger, the ring can trigger the armor spell on its own, and it will be effective up to three times.

Daphne Greengrass, Wayne's classmate, was also the student that Snape just called to call the female prefect. Wayne subconsciously glanced at Snape's stinking face. Just now, Snape directly called Daphne. We don't have a close relationship, but we won't call each other by name directly. Before Wayne could think too much, he was interrupted by waves of exclamations from the little snakes.

"Is it true that it can activate the armor charm three times, Lawrence?"

In the magic world, self-protection props are very rare because there are very few people who are proficient in alchemy, and there are even fewer masters who can make this level of props. Whichever family has such a treasure is worth showing off.

Wayne didn't waste any time, picked up another pendant, made it float in the air, and then cast the petrification spell continuously. The armor spell was cast three times and the petrification spell was blocked nearly ten times before it completely failed and the pendant broke. Seeing his live demonstration, no one doubted it anymore. At this time, even the Slytherin students who were not interested in potions and quills started to shine.

Seeing the few decorations, Selwyn suddenly became clever. "Lawrence, no, Wayne, I want one, how much does it cost?"

"Two hundred Galleons, after a 10% discount, it's 180 Galleons." Wayne said the sky-high price with a smile, which made many people feel embarrassed. This price is also very expensive for them. There are only a few rich purebloods. There are also many people who live in poverty and rely on selling their ancestral property to survive.

Loras didn't react when he heard that. He turned around and went back to the dormitory to get the money. It was obvious that she was also a young rich woman. One of Wayne's customized maps was bought for her. Malfoy also happily ordered one, and he would ask his family to send the money tomorrow. Wayne still happily delivered the goods first and praised him a few words to give Malfoy a lot of face.

The atmosphere was even more lively than before. Snape looked at the scene in front of him in a daze. Pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand. It was obviously a normal transaction, but to him, it looked like he was collecting protection money. Half an hour later, Wayne followed Snape out of the Slytherin common room with a cheerful expression on his face. He could barely close his mouth.

Four defensive items were sold for 720 Galleons, but the system only calculated the points for three because Malfoy would not give the money until tomorrow. Other items were also sold for hundreds of galleons. After this trip, I earned nearly 5,000 pieces of blue.

"Lawrence, did you make those protective props yourself?" Snape, who had been sitting silently in front, suddenly asked.

"Yeah." Wayne didn't hide anything: "Recently, there have been some breakthroughs in the research on alchemy, and I just made a gadget."

"Bad thing..." Snape twitched the corner of his mouth. In the entire UK, there are no more than ten people who can do it. This guy is not humble when he should be. Now I'm starting to act like a human being.

"Can you sell me one?" Snape asked stiffly.

Wayne raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Professor, what do you want this for?" When he said it was a gadget, he was not being modest. The power of the armor spell on those protective props is only at the normal level. When converted into system level, it will reach the intermediate level. If hit by a slightly powerful spell, it will break into pieces, and the wizard will also be harmed. But it is enough for students. But for wizards of his and Snape's level... it would be easier to just wave the wand and fly away the spell on the other side.

"Don't worry about it." Snape's face became even more uncomfortable, "I just want to see your level."

"Fine." Wayne didn't care much and threw a silver ring to Snape. "Five hundred galleons."

"How much?" Snape looked at him in shock. "You raise the price as soon as you leave home? Or double it!"

"What we just got was a student discount." Wayne shrugged, "This is the original price. You can't get points by selling to Snape, so of course, it's a bit more expensive."

"I'll give it to you tomorrow." Snape didn't want to see this handsome face that needed a beating anymore, so he left without saying a word.

Wayne curled his lips disdainfully. "It's a potion master, it's too expensive for this little money." After that, he also walked towards Hufflepuff's lounge.

The next day. "Lawrence, box." 

"Morning, Lynch."

"Lawrence, would you like to go to class together later?"

"Thanks, Greengrass. Hannah and I have made an appointment."

Early in the morning, Wayne arrived at the auditorium. When he passed by the long Slytherin table, most people greeted him kindly. Song You, a brother and sister from the Parkinson family, had a gloomy face. Seeing their enthusiasm, other students in the auditorium were stunned. 

I once suspected that I was hallucinating. "George, are those snakes under the Imperius Curse?" 

"Maybe a love potion, Fred." The twins looked at each other, both seeing the other's confusion. Let alone them, even the little badgers were confused. 

Before leaving the lounge, Wayne told everyone that the conflict between him and Slytherin had been completely resolved. After that, we were all friends. They believed that the conflict was resolved. Wayne came back very late yesterday, perhaps to discuss the matter with Snape again. But how is it possible to become friends?

But now they feel that they are still shallow. "How did you do it?" Whateley, sitting next to Wayne, asked doubtfully. 

"Isn't making friends what Hufflepuff is good at?" Wayne said calmly. "I reasoned with them and got approval from most people, so we became friends."

Cedric, who was eavesdropping on the side, had a complex expression on his face. If Slytherins were reasonable people, they wouldn't be so hated. Wayne was definitely not telling the truth. In fact, not only the little badgers were curious about what happened, but also other students.

Yesterday the fight was in full swing, but today it's just a bit of a whirlwind. Let the melon-eating masses like them be caught off guard. But Wayne insisted on saying this to death, and it didn't change even when Hermione and Cho asked. This has also become one of the unsolved mysteries of this semester.

And the Slytherin students are also grateful to Wayne. In their minds, Wayne could have told the actual situation last night to enhance his reputation. One person can easily win against six prefects. If it were them, they would never be so low-key. But Wayne didn't do this, which made the Slytherins treat him more friendly. 

Ronald couldn't help complaining. If he hadn't seen that the Hufflepuff logo in front of Wayne had not changed, he would have thought that Wayne had been transferred to another house. 

Principal's office. 

Dumbledore and Snape drank hot tea. "I was only gone for two days and so many things happened in the school." 

Dumbledore looked a little tired. He was already one hundred and ten years old this year, but the things he needed to worry about did not diminish at all. On the contrary, it has become more and more since this year. 

"Where have you been?" Snape asked directly. There was no politeness between him and Dumbledore. 

"Eastern Europe, the situation there has been very turbulent recently, and Keynes asked me to stabilize the situation." Keynes is the name of the current president of the International Federation of Wizards.

It's a pity that Snape didn't care about the outside world. He asked, "You can leave with such peace of mind. Are you not afraid that Quirrell will take the opportunity..." 

"With you and Minerva here, I feel completely at ease." Dumbledore said with a smile. "In fact, you did a good job. Although there were some minor frictions between the children, weren't they resolved properly in the end?"

"A small friction?" Snape repeated unintelligibly. "That's indeed what you would say."

"It's just a little bit away, just a little bit away from those pure-blood families being admitted to Hogwarts." 

"No, they won't." Dumbledore's voice was calm but revealed strong confidence. "I have visited the Parkinson family and had a pleasant chat. They also gave me some pairs of wool socks before I left. At least I won't be short of socks next year."

Snape's hand playing with the tea lid shook. The Parkinson family should have something to say about this kind of happiness. He looked at Dumbledore. "I'm surprised you've gone this far for Laurence."

"Not just because of Mr. Lawrence." Dumbledore felt the warmth brought by the tea and said slowly, "Any student is worth my efforts. In addition, I don't like others to interfere with the existing rules of Hogwarts."

The old man's eyes suddenly became dazed, and his expression was filled with relief. "But it seems that I wasted my time. Mr. Lawrence handled this matter very well and did not let the situation expand into a confrontation between the two houses. Instead, he turned enemies into friends."

"Only Hufflepuff." He thought of a former student, and his smile grew thicker. "Only Hufflepuff can do this."

"Because they are so kind." 

"It's like a lubricant that can unite the forces of all parties." 

Snape racked his brains for a long time, but he couldn't find any evidence that could prove Wayne's kindness. This little guy in first grade deceived all the teachers and students in the school! 

Snape felt that he was the person who knew Wayne best in the school. The last complaint about Quirrell's incident, and the incident that just happened. He could feel that it was all deliberately provoked by Wayne. Wayne didn't hide this either. 

But why does the same thing lead to different answers in the eyes of different people? 

He only saw Wayne's wanton behavior, but Dumbledore and other professors saw his sensible and well-behaved nature. What's going on in this world? 

Could it be...that he is the one with the problem? Snape fell into deep self-doubt. 

It's Saturday again. 

Quidditch for two consecutive weeks made the atmosphere on campus extremely lively. Before eleven o'clock, the students gathered in a crowd and walked toward the Quidditch pitch. The cold wave from Greenland could not dampen their enthusiasm. The game last week was full of excitement. 

The broom was out of control, there was a fight on the field, there was a conflict in the house, and the professor was injured. Each item had been on everyone's lips this week. 

The two sides facing each other today are Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. There is no conflict between the two houses, but it is a bit dull. However, because Cedric was suspended, Ravenclaw's players saw the hope of winning, and their morale was high.

In this regard, the wise Eagles gave a pre-match analysis. 

"Although Hufflepuff has the largest number of students, Quidditch has never been a game of numbers. 

For example, a certain big Eastern country has never qualified in the World Cup." 

"Are you right, Asan?"

After hearing these remarks, the little badgers were also very unconvinced. 

"Even if I gave you a Seeker, Ravenclaw would not be victorious."

"Before you catch the Golden Snitch, we will be ahead by more than 150 points." 

After going back and forth, it really made both sides feel a bit gunpowder. 

Boom! Brilliant magical fireworks bloomed over the Quidditch pitch, forming the Hufflepuff logo and the words "Must Win." 

Dumbledore looked at it with a smile and said to Professor McGonagall beside him, "I still remember when you were the main force of Gryffindor. At that time, I was not the principal, just the dean."

Recalling the past events, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but smile. "Yes, you saw me injured at that time and almost beat the headmaster of Slytherin to death."

Listening to the two old professors reminiscing about the past, Snape curled his lips in disdain. He quietly moved away from the two of them. 

It's approaching eleven o'clock. Players from both sides walked out of the lounge one after another. Chu's original nervousness due to his first competition turned into surprise after seeing that familiar smiling face.

"Wayne? Why is it you?"