Hogwarts, Please Graduate Soon, Ch 60.4

A gust of wind blew away the smoke, and Wayne also halted his movements. At that moment, the Hate Potion appeared a deep crimson, looking far from desirable.

Snape approached for inspection, even reaching his wand into the cauldron and muttering with dissatisfaction, "What a waste!"

"You had no issues with the earlier steps, so why did you add so much magical power at the end?"

"Consider it barely passable." In Snape's mind, a potion that wasn't perfect had no value; he waved his wand to dispose of the potion in the cauldron as if it were trash.

Wayne shrugged, "Professor, I really couldn't help it. What may seem like an adequate amount of magic to you should be considered minimal on my part."

"If you let me brew it again, I promise I can do much better."

After saying that, he shook his head in disdain. "Sigh, too much magic isn't a good thing either."

Hearing such a nonchalant comment, Snape felt a surge of anger, his chest heaving as he squeezed out, "Class dismissed!"

In the corridor, Wayne found himself expelled from the classroom, walking through an empty hallway. He had no intention of heading straight back to the common room; instead, he made his way toward the library on the second floor.

Just moments ago, Snape had mentioned a few book titles, and Wayne recalled that two of them were indeed available in the library, placed in the restricted section.

Old Dumbledore was quite something. The books that could be found outside were still marked as restricted here.

As he approached the library entrance, Wayne halted.

There were people inside?

Though he had wandered around at night numerous times and encountered several young wizards in various places, such as going to the kitchen, playing with the suit of armor on the fifth floor, or even having romantic meetings in the towers, this was the first time he encountered someone sneaking around in the library at night.

Casting a silencing charm on the door, Wayne pushed it open and stepped inside. He was curious to see which young wizard from which house was so studious.

"Fred, George?"

Seeing two figures sneaking around in the restricted section, Wayne exclaimed in surprise.

Startled by the call of their names, the twins jumped up. Just as they were about to flee, they paused, recognizing the voice. Fred tentatively asked, "Wayne?"

"It's me," Wayne replied, dismissing the Disillusionment Charm as if stepping out from behind a bookcase.

George clutched his chest, "Could you please refrain from speaking until you remove the Disillusionment Charm next time? My heart nearly jumped out of my chest."

Realizing something, he looked at Wayne in shock. "Wait, you've mastered the Disillusionment Charm?!"

Wayne tilted his head, "Is it that hard?"

The twins fell silent.

Forget it, Wayne wouldn't understand their struggles.

Trying to master such a skill at night wasn't something the twins had managed to accomplish. In their second year, they had spent a full two months learning the Disillusionment Charm, only to give up in frustration because it was too difficult.