Chapter 80

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History of Magic class.

Today is about the fantasy history shaped by humans and magical animals.

Ancient Greek period:

In order to obtain a large amount of treasures, the wizard Siegfried teamed up with a black dragon named Fafnah of the Hesidian Islands and staged the legend of dragon-slaying many times.

Then the gold and silver jewels and the dragon were equally divided.

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, a Muggle gained the favor of a Thunderbird and launched a vigorous Yellow Turban Uprising.

Every time he summoned the Thunderbird, he would shout, "Thunder God, help me."

Cuthbert Binns was eloquent and fluent.

It's a pity that half of the class fell asleep, and the other half was also wandering away.

Even Miss Granger, who was usually the only one who listened carefully to the lectures, could not sit still at this time. She was restless and unable to listen at all.

"Wayne..." She gently pulled Wayne's robe and whispered, "Is it really okay to keep those people hanging?"

"Is Snape going to give you any trouble?"

"He is the most protective of his shortcomings."

Calmly holding Hermione's little hand, the girl shuddered but did not choose to pull it out.

Wayne nodded with satisfaction, and the progress increased a little.

"Have you ever seen me suffer a loss? Snape's three axes are nothing more than a sharp tongue, deducted points, and confinement."

"It was the Slytherin students who attacked first this time, and my dean is not a vegetarian either."

Reminds me of Professor Sprout showing off her power in front of Dumbledore.

Wayne couldn't help but smile.

What a damn sense of security.

The truth was just as Wayne said when what happened in the corridor spread.

The little badgers were angry.

Dean Sprout was angry.

A few seniors from the fifth and sixth grades sneaking up on the first-year freshmen, how shameless!

"Don't worry, Wayne, we will definitely help you get revenge!"

Patrick, the seventh-grade male prefect, clenched his fists and said, while the students around him nodded angrily.

After the fight on the Quidditch field, the little badgers seemed to have awakened some extraordinary attributes.

Are you used to solving problems with your fists?

"You must not take the initiative," Wayne quickly advised. "In addition, you should also be careful not to act alone. It is best to work with several people."

"In case Slytherin jumps over the wall to cause trouble for you, we can also bully the small number with more people."

"I'm afraid they won't succeed!" Cedric said indignantly. "I learned some dueling skills from my father during the summer vacation, but I'm worried that I won't be able to use them."

"Don't cause trouble!"

Wayne patted his head angrily. "We are all kind-hearted Hufflepuffs, don't take the initiative to cause trouble."

"This is a grudge between me and Slytherin. We can't make things difficult for Dean."

Hearing this, the little badgers looked at Wayne with emotion.

What a nice person!

In order not to cause trouble for the college and the dean, he would rather face the entire Slytherin alone.

No!

They want to protect kind Wayne!

???

Seeing the little badgers that were on fire for no apparent reason, Wayne felt a little dizzy.

No, he is really trying to break up the fight, not trying to provoke a fight!

In the afternoon, the whole school was completely turned into a pot of porridge.

Compared to the Slytherins who made a sneak attack in the first place, the little badgers were undoubtedly much more capable. They would take out their wands in front of someone, then look confused at the other side, throw away the spell, and run away.

And the spells used are not too powerful.

The front teeth are like sticks, the mouth is grinning, and spitting slugs.

These evil curses used for pranks can teach people a lesson without hurting others.

On the Slytherin side, Wayne's provocation made them equally angry.

Usually, Slytherin fights Gryffindor, but Hufflepuff can step on them at any time.

Revenge!

Must take revenge severely!

In just one afternoon and dinner time, Wayne was attacked four or five times.

No surprises.

There were also several more Slytherin students in the corridors and on the ceilings of the classrooms.

Professor McGonagall is almost going crazy. The scores of the two houses are dropping at an alarming rate.

When it was time for dinner, a funny scene appeared on the scoreboard.

The Ravenclaws laughed.

There are not many gems left representing the other three houses, leaving only Ravenclaw to stand out.

This year's House Cup seems to be secure.

Although he doesn't care too much, who doesn't like the honor he gets for free?

At the guest of honor seat, Snape's face was as dark as water: "Sprout, take care of the students in your house, and don't regard our tolerance as condonation of you."

He has become Hufflepuff's poop manager today, searching the castle for students who were cursed by the other little badgers and hung up by Wayne.

Although there are some unlucky little badgers, their numbers are too few.

Just because they followed Wayne's 'teachings'.

Never act alone, at least in pairs.

Learned from Slytherin's experience again.

The senior students look for the lower-year students, and the lower-year students run to crowded places when they see the senior students.

After a guerrilla war, Slytherin suffered heavy losses and Hufflepuff won a complete victory.

It fully proves the truth that there is strength in numbers.

Professor Sprout also had a bad look after hearing Snape's warning.

Although Hufflepuff has the advantage now, it was Slytherin who started the matter after all.

Your students are looking for trouble first. From this tone, you blame the good kids in our house.

Immediately, regardless of the harmony between colleagues, she choked and said:

"My children are doing very well. Professor Snape should give extra lessons to his students.

"The fifth and sixth graders can't beat a new student. If this spreads out, you, the head of the house, will be responsible.

The good old man Flitwick wanted to smooth things over, but Snape had already broken through the defense. He snorted angrily, stood up, and left.

Just like that, Professor Sprout still didn't forget to add another blow:

"I forgot to tell you, Professor Snape, there are some problems with the cultivation of these batches of wolf-shaped aconite and mantle grass, and the number is less than half."

Snape stiffened, then walked faster, mentally cursing Sprout for his lack of martial ethics.

It actually got stuck in his neck!

You know, Sprout's herbal greenhouse is Snape's supplier. He uses the materials himself and provides materials for students to use in classes.

Most of them are produced and sold within the college.

If we go out to buy it, even if there are twelve school directors and donations from the Ministry of Magic, they cannot support such a huge consumption.

It's just a conflict between students; Sprout uses this trick to deal with him.

This made Snape extremely uncomfortable, but there was nothing he could do about it.

What's going on in this world?

Is it possible that Slytherin is defeated by Hufflepuff?

"Pomona..." Flitwick smiled bitterly. "There's no need to go to this step, right?"

"We are all colleagues. It is not good to have too much tension."

"I'm sensible, Filius." When dealing with others, Sprout returned to her usual kindness. "I'm just making him uncomfortable for a few days. It won't delay the students' Potions class."

"Who asked him to bully Lawrence? Do you think Hufflepuff has no temper?"

Sprout snorted lightly and took the initiative to change the topic.

The day passed quickly, and the storm still did not subside. Professor McGonagall's suppression only made everyone's actions more subtle. Throughout the day, Wayne killed more than a dozen people. There were also a few familiar faces from yesterday. He was somewhat impressed by their perseverance and tenacity, so he specially increased the intensity, not only hanging them on the ceiling but also including several jinxes for free.

At night, Cedric stopped Wayne, who was trying to leave the lounge. "Are you still going to Snape's class?"

"Why not?" Wayne was surprised. "I even paid the tuition."

"What if he retaliates against you?" Cedric advised. "Why don't you stay? If you have anything you don't understand, you can ask everyone. Many people have good grades in Potions class."

"Yes, Wayne, Snape will definitely take the opportunity to avenge his students."

"What if he casts a spell on you?"

"Let's not go."

The other little badgers also advised Wayne with concern.

"Don't worry, everyone." Wayne comforted them. "Although Snape is unreasonable, doesn't pay attention to personal hygiene, and his words are worse than the sound of a mandrake, he is a professor after all. There's no way he would take action against a little wizard like me."

Wayne's potion skills had improved rapidly in the past two days, and he had long wanted to show them off to Snape and admire his shocked expression. How could he not go?

"But..." Cedric wanted to say more, but Wayne had already taken the opportunity to slip out, so he had no choice but to give up.

At nearly eight o'clock, Wayne arrived at Snape's office with ease. He didn't even knock on the door, just pushed it open and walked in. Unusually, Snape didn't show off with a newspaper as he usually did. Instead, he looked directly at Wayne.

"You came."

"I did."

"You shouldn't have come."

"But I paid all the tuition fees." Wayne looked at him with disbelief. "Are you suggesting that you want to default on the bill?"

Snape choked and took a long time to suppress his breath. "What are you going to teach me today?" Wayne came to the console he usually used and found that there were no materials on it. He was a little confused. Snape stood up slowly, pushing both hands horizontally to the left and right sides. The lockers, operating tables, and all kinds of debris in the classroom quickly receded, and the space quickly expanded. In the blink of an eye, the office became empty and the area grew to about the size of a football field.

"Today's class is not a Potions class, but a Defense Against the Dark Arts class." The corners of Snape's mouth raised slightly, with a playful look on his face.

"Are you good at fighting? Use the magic spell I invented to hang my students on the wall. Lawrence, I haven't asked you yet, where did you learn to hang the Golden Bell upside down?"

Snape looked at Wayne carefully. In his day, the upside-down Golden Bell was very popular, and Snape was proud of it. However, as more and more people were imprisoned in Azkaban, those who could master this spell were either former Death Eaters or James Potter's former group of talents.

"You can come up with such a simple spell just by thinking about it. Do you need someone else to teach you?"

Occlumency was activated silently, and Wayne looked directly into Snape's eyes without fear. There's nothing wrong with what he said. Even if he didn't get the upside-down Golden Bell among the system rewards, he could use it at will with just a little thought based on his talent.

"It's Slytherin who opened my eyes to the younger ones."

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth." Hearing that his masterpiece was belittled, Snape's expression flashed with anger, but he did not doubt that Wayne was actually telling the truth. The other party does have this capability.

Whoosh! The wand appeared in his hand.

"Lawrence, this is my free dueling lesson for you." Holding the wand, Snape's aura changed subtly. The change, from the gloom before, suddenly became upright.

"Professor, are you sure you want to fight me?" Wayne also smiled, very playfully. "If you lose to me, will your dignity be ruined?"

He glanced at his panel.

[Host: Wayne Lawrence, Magic: 1.3, Snape, Has mastered the spells: Shattering Curse, Chain Lightning, Shield of Aquis, Disarming Curse, Patronus Charm, Vulcan Opens the Road...(omitted), Strength evaluation: Professor level (all talents fully activated) Professor level (normal strength)]

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In terms of magic, Wayne had surpassed Snape. Even though it was only 0.3, Snape was not an ordinary person. The magic power in his body was at least several times that of an ordinary adult wizard.

In terms of strength evaluation and normal strength, he had also reached the professor level. When his talents were fully activated, he was still at the professor level, but he would definitely be much stronger. After all, the division of power in the magical world is too blurry, and the painting style of the three Dumbledores is not that of the world at all.

This is why everyone fears and respects Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and the Dark Lord. These three people are no longer wizards who can be dealt with by a small team of Aurors. Wayne is really unsure about his current strength positioning. 

Snape's invitation came at the right time. He is not an ordinary professor. If he had not been hurt by love, there might have been a third Dark Lord in the magical world. 

"Crazy brat..." Snape, who was always ready to fight, was indifferent to Wayne's provocation. He must deal with this brat today.

"As you wish." Wayne also took out his wand.

"You should know the etiquette of dueling, Lawrence. Come on, bow." Snape bowed slowly, and Wayne did the same. 

Their movements were almost synchronized. The moment they stood up, their wands were quickly aimed at each other. Snape's casting speed was slightly slower, which was intentional. He felt it was a bit too low-priced to fight against a first-grade kid in a duel. Even though he was facing Wayne Lawrence, a genius who, in Dumbledore's words, was not inferior to Voldemort, Snape had enough time to wait for a counter spell.

When he saw Wayne's ferocious smile, the familiar swing of the wand, and the emerald green light, the original calmness disappeared and turned into a numb scalp.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Wayne frantically shouted a spell that made everyone in the wizarding world fearful!

"Oolong is out!"

Snape went crazy and summoned a python at top speed to protect him firmly. The Death Curse cannot be protected by the Iron Armor Curse and can only be blocked by physical objects. This python came out as a substitute for death. He never dreamed that Wayne wanted to go to Azkaban to further his studies? Starting with Avada, you think you are the Dark Lord?!

Boom! Boom!

Snape, who was about to go all out to subdue Wayne, froze in place. The python used as a human shield did not die. The green curse hit it and turned into fireworks and exploded. Fake... Fake?

"Professor, why are you so nervous?" Wayne showed an innocent smile. "I'm a Hufflepuff, how could I attack my professor with the Unforgivable Curse? I was just trying to liven up the atmosphere."

"You're so active!" Snape went completely crazy, with red areas in his eyes. Powerful magic burst out from the tip of his wand, and in an instant, it turned into three spells and struck Wayne.

"No one can save you today!"

"I said,"

"Lawrence, you deserve to die!"