49. Reject Conspiracy Theories, Harmonious Hufflepuff

Leaving the Headmaster's office, Wayne had no fear that all of his actions would be noticed by Dumbledore.

Among the various conjectures in the past life, many regard Dumbledore as a heinous conspiracy party. But in fact, most of this conclusion is untenable.

If Dumbledore is that kind of ruthless character, he will die if he doesn't develop according to his ideas.

Tom will not have a future as the Dark Lord. He was promoted by Old Bee as early as Hogwarts.

Perhaps Dumbledore had changed after what happened to Voldemort, but the principle he always adhered to was guidance.

He believes that as long as he gives his students more care and education, he will not make the same mistakes again.

Even if Malfoy had the idea of killing him, Dumbledore would try to change him and awaken the good thoughts in his heart.

Wayne is far from being that bad.

He went to the forbidden book area to read books, and all he read were about white magic, alchemy, or potions.

There must be a lot of dangerous information in it, but it's nothing compared to real black magic.

Who made Old Dumble so ruthless that even medicines like Polyjuice Potion were placed in the restricted book section?

It's not entirely Wayne's fault.

It's all Tom's fault, oh no, Voldemort!

Back in the dormitory, Wayne was going to sort out the materials he bought from Diagon Alley into categories, put them away, and put them into a small bag that had been cast with a traceless stretching spell.

It wasn't that he wasn't worried that his two roommates would steal it, but he was worried that they would think there was something to eat in it and accidentally eat it, which would cause big trouble.

As soon as he returned to the locker room, he saw Cedric still holding the broom and looking at it.

Cedric also saw him and reluctantly returned the Nimbus 2000 to Wayne.

"As expected of Nimbus 2000, the workmanship and texture are truly amazing, but I just don't know how it will work."

"You didn't try?" Wayne took the broom and looked at him doubtfully.

Cedric shook his head, "Didn't I tell you everything? Let's just take a look."

"This is your new broom. I don't dare to try it. If it breaks, I can't even afford it."

Wayne patted him on the shoulder happily, "You look down on yourself so much. Just because you are the only son of the Diggory family, you are still worth the money."

There was a burst of laughter in the lounge. Many people in Hufflepuff have parents who work in the Ministry of Magic, so they naturally know how precious Mr. Amos is to his son.

Cedric blushed and punched Wayne's arm angrily.

"Go, go, don't tease me here."

"Okay." Under Cedric's confused gaze, Wayne threw the broom to Diggory again."I'll lend it to you for two days so you can get familiar with it, and I'll let you use it for the Quidditch match."

Before Cedric could respond, Quidditch captain Whateley was quick to speak up. "Seriously, Wayne?"

Cedric, being the Seeker, would greatly increase their chances of winning the Academy Cup if given a Nimbus Two Thousand!

Wayne said casually. "Harry has joined Gryffindor's Quidditch team, and Professor McGonagall has also given him a Nimbus 2000."

"What?!" Whateley was shocked, then something suddenly clicked in his mind.

"I wonder why that old chap Wood has been so ecstatic lately like he's won 10 Galleons. He must be doing some secret training."

"This is so unfair!" Cedric gripped the broom tightly and started to shed tears.

There was another round of laughter, and Wayne found it amusing as well. He enjoyed this harmonious atmosphere. Compared to other houses, Hufflepuff felt more like home to him and he felt at ease here.

However, the broomstick he planned to lend Cedric wasn't this custom-made model. Wayne was going to buy another one and directly donate it to Hufflepuff Academy. He wasn't going to be taken advantage of like Malfoy and donate six handfuls of brooms, but he was willing to give one to the academy. Money couldn't buy it, but it made him happy. He would deduct points from Hufflepuff in various ways in the future, even if no one cared, Wayne couldn't help but consider it as compensation in advance.

After receiving permission, Cedric didn't even eat. He picked up his bag and hurried out of the lounge to go to the Quidditch pitch and give it a try. Several team members and the curious young wizard followed along.

Wayne headed to the dining hall to have something to eat and was planning to find Hermione. As soon as he entered, he drew a lot of attention. By now, all the teachers and students in the school knew that Wayne had a pet phoenix and had taken advantage of the school rules to purchase a Nimbus Two Thousand. Regardless of which aspect, it was extremely enviable.

At the guest of honor seat, Snape cut off a piece of steak and bit into it as if he were chewing Wayne. This kid would rather have points deducted than make a deal with him. It was so irritating. Second only to Potter!

"Wayne..." A soft voice came from behind, and Wayne set down his utensils and turned around.

"What's the matter, Cho?" With many people going to the Quidditch pitch to check out the brooms, there were plenty of empty seats at the Hufflepuff table. Cho simply sat next to Wayne, her eyes filled with curiosity.

"I heard... you have a phoenix and bought a Nimbus 2000?" She arrived late in the morning and had only heard people talking about it but hadn't seen the specifics.

"That's right."

"It's true," Cho's eyes widened slightly. "I thought it was just a rumor."

"I picked up the phoenix and bought the broom after taking flying lessons," Wayne said with a smile.

"I have one more confidential message for you. I lent my broom to Cedric."

"Huh?!" Cho was initially shocked, and then her mouth bulged, resembling a small pufferfish. "Are you bullying me?"

As Cho joined the Quidditch team, her family rewarded her with a Sweeping Seven Stars, which was a good broom. However, it was still not as advanced as the Nimbus 2000.

"How can you call it bullying? I'm simply helping my college," Wayne defended himself.

"Hmph," Cho snorted angrily. "If you join the Quidditch team next year, I will become a beater and knock you off the broom."

"Then I'll just have to wait," Wayne shrugged.

He wasn't particularly interested in Quidditch; he simply bought the broom to enjoy the feeling of flying. Cho's wish might come true.

"What about your bird? Can I see it?" Cho blinked. He had never seen a real phoenix in his life.

"I'm not sure where I'm keeping it. I'll invite you over later. Hermione also wants to see it."

"How about both of you come together?"

"OK."