Chapter 79

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Hagrid, who knew he had made a mistake, completely turned black and white and remained silent for the rest of the time. Harry asked for what he wanted without pushing too hard. After sitting for another half hour, a few people got up and left. Before leaving, Wayne gave Hagrid some moon-crazy beast excrement and asked him to help fertilize the biting cabbage. Hagrid broke through the defense again.

"Wayne, you went to the Forbidden Forest?!"

The feces of the Moon-Crazy Beast must be collected that night and preserved using special means. So, Wayne not only went to the Forbidden Forest, but he also went there during a night tour. Hagrid almost cried. Just after driving away a pair of twins, another Wayne came. He is so difficult!

Hermione and Cho looked at each other, their blushes passing.

"Don't be angry, Hagrid." Wayne stood on tiptoes and patted the hybrid giant on the shoulder: "The animals in the Forbidden Forest talk nicely and are full of treasures. I can't control how many I'm sending."

"If you don't tell me, and I don't tell you, who will know that I went to the Forbidden Forest?"

"But..." The hybrid giant wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Wayne, who activated his skill.

"Hagrid... you don't want others to know about Aragog, right?"

The hybrid giant's eyes widened, and he couldn't say anything when he looked at Wayne, who still maintained a gentle smile.

"What is Aragog?" Cho asked softly on the way back.

Wayne pondered for two seconds: "A good man who provides me with many raw materials."

"Liar." Cho couldn't believe it. If he was really a good person, why would Hagrid be so nervous and not even pursue Wayne's visit to the Forbidden Forest?

"I swear on Hufflepuff's name that I'm not lying." Wayne promised earnestly.

Of course, he didn't lie; he just showed everyone the good side of Aragog. This more indicative of the kindness of a true Hufflepuff. Seeing how serious he was, Cho didn't hesitate on this issue. The two turned to chat about the Quidditch game. Next week is the game between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Although Cedric's suspension has greatly increased Ravenclaw's winning rate, Cho has some regrets. What she wants is an upright game, not a victory based on the opponent's shortage of significant players.

Wayne thought thoughtfully: "Maybe the substitutes in our academy are very good?"

"Do not make jokes."

Cho said nonchalantly: "Isaias Jar has already said that Hufflepuff has no substitute Seeker at all."

"You'll know then."

Several people came to the castle gate to say goodbye. Ronald was going to Diagon Alley with Professor McGonagall to buy a wand in the afternoon and was very excited. Hermione and Harry were going to the library to find out who Nicolas Flamel was. Wayne would not interfere with Hermione's friendship. Since the little witch is so concerned about the Philosopher's Stone, then let her have fun.

Back in the common room, Wayne found Hufflepuff's Quidditch captain Whateley. The sixth-grader was holding an assignment he had borrowed from his Ravenclaw girlfriend and using a manuscript quill to reference it. Wayne got straight to the point: "Whateley, does the team have no backup Seeker?"

"Don't worry," Whateley thought Wayne was feeling guilty about Cedric being punished, so he smiled and comforted him: "Our chasers are much better than Ravenclaw, so we won't lose too many points."

"No..." Wayne shook his head slowly and pointed at himself: "What do you think of me? Can I come on as a substitute?"

"You?" Whateley was surprised. "Wayne, how are your flying skills?"

"It's not bad, probably about the same as Harry." Wayne said modestly. Flying is about talent, mentality, and physical fitness. Wayne is not afraid of heights, his body has been strengthened, and he is not weak in the observation skills required by a seeker. Serving as a temporary substitute is not a problem. This time Cedric was suspended because he was trying to help him.

When the other little wizards in Hufflepuff were fighting, almost all of them came up to help. He can trick others, but he cannot trick himself. So even if Wayne has no interest in Quidditch, no one can blame him, but he must make up for the consequences he has caused if he can. At the same time, he also wanted to see what kind of expression would appear on the girl's face when he suddenly stood in front of Cho and became her opponent.

"Really?" Whateley also became excited: "Then let's try it this afternoon. Let's not say it's almost the same as Potter, as long as it's better than Kreiser!"

Kreiser, who was playing one-dollar wizard chess, stopped.

"Whateley, you forced me to be the substitute; why do you still dislike me?"

"This is not disdain." Whateley waved his hand: "This is honesty!"

Many people around him burst into laughter, and Kreiser also laughed and scolded him a few times, but didn't take it to heart at all.

Unlike Hufflepuff's happy place, far away at the other end of the castle, the Slytherin lounge was completely silent. In the dark and cold common room, dozens of Slytherin students were wrapped in bandages and sat there without saying a word.

"No! Even if that mudblood is to be expelled, I must come back with revenge!" A senior student whose head was covered with bandages said angrily: "Slytherin, you will be punished!"

His words were immediately echoed by others.

"No one has ever hit me in my life, damn Lawrence."

"Be careful and keep the situation under control so that it doesn't affect others; otherwise, we won't be able to survive in circles."

"Yes, Dumbledore is particularly fond of these mixed-bloods and mudbloods, and has long forgotten the glory of pure-bloods!"

"Try to avoid being discovered directly by the professor, so that you can have an excuse to get away."

As a pure-blood descendant, not to mention talent, from a mental point of view, Slytherin is indeed much more mature than several other colleges. They are taught ambition and glory from the moment they enter school, and they are taught to do whatever it takes to achieve their goals. Under the cultivation of this wolf culture, many capable people have emerged.

A conspiracy against Wayne was quickly formed. Due to the rumors about Wayne in the past, the lower-grade students were excluded. The main actions are all taken by the seniors in grades six and seven.

Soon, the time came to Monday. In the auditorium, Snape, who had been missing for two days, finally appeared, looking at Wayne with a look that almost made him soak in formalin. He had been helping Madam Pomfrey brew the healing potion for the past two days, and he was almost exhausted. The responsibility for all this lies entirely on Wayne's head! Why don't you hold down Robert and beat him to death alone? No one else scolded you.

Wayne pretended that he didn't feel the Potions Professor's regret and ate scrambled eggs mindlessly. He likes this method very much: put the butter in the pot, heat the pot and add the eggs. Add the milk while stirring, keep stirring until it is finally out of the pot, and sprinkle some black pepper. The eggs produced in this way have a dense, smooth and tender texture. He likes the sweet and sour taste and will add some tomato sauce to make it more flavorful. It is always said that the British Empire is a food desert, but there are also some good highlights.

After finishing breakfast, Wayne called Hermione and walked towards the History of Magic classroom. Several Slytherins who had been observing his movements looked slightly moved and followed him quietly. Wayne paused slightly. Then he pretended not to notice anything and started walking again. Hermione was oblivious, chirping to Wayne about the waste of the weekend. She flipped through seven or eight books but couldn't find any news about Nicolas Flamel, which delayed her progress in preparing for next month's homework.

That's right... next month. If Toby and Norman, who were just preparing for this semester's homework before the final exam, heard this, they would definitely crawl under their seats in shame.

Wayne dealt with it perfunctorily, observing the movements around him with his dynamic perception talent.

When the two reached the third floor, the number of people in the corridor became sparse.

There was a sound of laughter from the other side of the corner. Two boys were chasing each other and fighting in their direction.

Hermione frowned but still moved closer to Wayne's position to make room.

Wayne continued walking forward unconsciously.

Just when the two sides were about to pass each other, the two boys who were laughing and joking suddenly turned ferocious. The wands they had planned for a long time slipped from their sleeves, and they chanted a spell.

"Everything is petrified!"

"Collapse!"

Hermione was frightened by this sudden turn of events. The spells were cast extremely fast and were in front of the two of them in the blink of an eye.

It was only then that Wayne said calmly:

"Protego (armor protection)"

An invisible barrier was erected in front of the two of them, and the magic was instantly reflected back, hitting their caster accurately.

One person's eyes widened, and he fainted directly to the ground, while the other person's eyes widened in horror, and he could not move.

Boom!

But it wasn't over yet.

The closed door of a nearby teacher's room was suddenly pushed open, and there were still two people who cast a spell on Wayne at the same time.

"Expelliarmus! (Expelliarmus!)"

A cold look flashed across Wayne's face.

He was not angry because of the successive sneak attacks.

Just because... one of the spells missed, instead of flying towards him, it shot straight towards Hermione.

Was it intentional or just a lack of skill?

These must be considered after capturing them.

Spreading his five fingers, Wayne pushed his palm forward, and the two red magic spells were completely suppressed by him. The student who launched the sneak attack struggled to hold the wand, and finally, both flew backward in front of the huge torrent of magic power.

Hermione finally came back to her senses at this time and screamed so hard that even Wayne felt uncomfortable.

"Wayne! They're coming for you!"

"I'm aware, Miss Granger." Wayne rubbed the little witch's head helplessly: "I've already dealt with everyone, and you're just saying this now. Isn't it a little late?"

Hermione lowered her head like a quail, and her face felt hot.

She also felt that her performance just now was too bad. She felt like a fool when facing the curse. She even forgot to dodge, not to mention casting spells to resist.

"This is a normal reaction," Wayne comforted her, but he made up his mind to cultivate the little witch's practical experience in the future.

It doesn't matter how powerful a fighter is, as long as they have the same fighting spirit and courage as Harry.

Seeing the two people who were knocked away staggeringly getting up and trying to escape, Wayne just stretched out his hand to grab, then pulled back, and finally pressed down.

The two men knelt down in front of him without any resistance.

At this time, several students also came to the empty corridor, including the bewildered crowd from other houses, as well as Slytherin students.

Seeing that their plan had failed, their faces were extremely gloomy.

"Hermione, you go to class first," Wayne said to Hermione.

"No, I'm going to tell Professor McGonagall that they actually attacked you in the corridor!"

Hermione shook her head like a rattle, extremely angry.

"No need, the professor will naturally find out after a while." Wayne comforted the little witch with explosive hair, and then looked at the captive on the ground.

"Recover quickly."

The student who had been hit by the coma spell woke up quickly and knelt down with the other three before he was happy with the situation.

"Lawrence, let them go!" a Slytherin onlooker said gloomily.

"Get lost." Wayne waved his hand: "You didn't take action today, so I'm embarrassed to deal with you.

"Don't make yourself miserable."

The student gritted his teeth but ultimately did not dare to take action directly.

All four people's sneak attacks failed. How could he alone be Wayne's opponent?

Slytherin is good at retribution, but also good at protecting themselves wisely.

"Travers, Rozier, Selwyn, Knott"

"Tsk, they are all young masters."

Wayne named several people one by one and finally looked at Selwyn. The curse he just shot at Hermione was Selwyn's disarming spell.

Legilimency was activated, and the two only looked at each other for a moment before Wayne figured out his inner thoughts.

He looked at him with disdain.

"You can bend the magic spell, but at this level, you still dare to sneak attack me?"

That's right...

This guy didn't do it intentionally; it was just because...

Encountering such an idiot, the coldness that arose in Wayne's heart just now became a little speechless.

"If you are not as good as others, then you should be willing to admit defeat." Wayne waved his hand, and all four of them hung on the ceiling.

"You are welcome to sneak attack me at any time, but if you dare to attack my friends"

"I will publish the news that you dare not face me directly in the Daily Prophet and name you for a month.

Wayne smiled very happily, as if he was looking forward to that day: "Do you think other people in such a pure-blood family would be ashamed to be alongside you?"

"Lawrence!" Selwyn cursed: "You are so vicious! My spell just missed!"

He was so anxious that he almost cried.

If this matter really hits the newspapers, their family's glory will be completely lost.

The sixth-grade student did not dare to cause trouble for the first-year students, but instead bullied his friends. Word spread that his father could break his legs.

It's still the kind that can't be cured!

The other Slytherins also had cold expressions on their faces, looking at Wayne as if they were looking at the devil.

Even though behind the scenes these families are not very clean, they bully the weak with guns, and bully the weak, but on the surface they are all shameless.

Wayne's move was simply a blow to the bottom of the cauldron.

"I believe you just did it unintentionally." Wayne said very seriously, which made Selwyn feel relieved and a little touched at the same time.

He understands me!

"I am very happy for your challenge and welcome you to sneak attack at any time.

Wayne also waved to the other Slytherins: "You too, you're welcome, feel free to take action."

The scene was silent.

After waiting for a while, more and more people were attracted by the commotion, but still, no Slytherin came forward. Wayne took Hermione to class out of boredom.

The four people hanging were anxious.

"Lawrence, please let us down!"

Wayne waved his hand without looking back: "Sorry, I didn't learn how to break the curse. You'll hang there for a long time, then you can come down by yourself."

After saying that, the two disappeared around the corner, and the four Selwyns were in tears.

The other Slytherins tried to put them down but predictably failed.

Until Snape floated over.

"What happened!"

Seeing the four people hanging upside down, an unknown fire surged out of Snape's heart.

He waved his magic wand and lifted the spell, and Selwyn and the others were finally saved.

"It's Lawrence!" Rozier said bitterly: "He was the one who hung us up!"

Snape's face looked as ugly as eating poop-flavored beans:

"He attacked you? Why?"

The Golden Bell was a spell he invented, but it was actually used by Wayne to attack his students!

Damn it, isn't this what James Potter did to him back then?

Snape was almost furious!

Travers' eyes evaded, but under Snape's almost cannibalistic gaze, he could only tell the truth honestly:

"Yes...we wanted to take revenge on him, but we failed."

Snape's vision went dark.

A bunch of trash!