Hogwarts, Please Graduate Soon, Ch 3

[Host: Wayne Lawrence (has inherited the Andros talent) 

Magic Power: SS(A+) 

Spells: SS-(A-) 

Defense Against Dark Arts: SS+(B) 

Dark Magic: A+ (Andros' Dark Magic talent is B, not retained) 

Transfiguration: S+ 

Potions: A+(A) 

Alchemy: A-(Andros did not master any alchemy) 

Special Talent: Memory Palace, Natural Holy Spirit (greatly enhances guardian power, provides bonuses to Dark Magic defense), Wandless Casting (easier to master wandless casting techniques, increases wandless casting power)] 

[Overall Evaluation: SS-, your talent stands at the pinnacle of existence, and following a steady path could lead you to greatness.] 

After reviewing his current status, Wayne could only think of three words: 

"Is there anyone else!" 

From an A- to an SS-, Wayne's ego had swelled immensely. 

After receiving the template, he also learned quite a bit about Andros. 

He was a renowned wizard from ancient Greece, known for his terrifying achievement of summoning giant-sized guardians through wandless magic. 

Such feats were unheard of at the time, and even today, no one can accomplish such a thing. 

Guardians draw their power from positive emotions, so the stronger a person's guardian, the more it symbolizes their righteousness. 

Thus, while Andros was dubbed invincible, he was also referred to as Saint Andros by contemporaneous wizards. 

Despite the final score being SS-, Andros' capabilities are undoubtedly much greater than what the system's evaluation indicates. 

His Dark Magic is only B level, and both Potions and Alchemy are dismal. If these could be raised to S level, 

Wayne had no doubt that Andros' evaluation would soar even higher. 

This is not just a beginner's package; it's like activating an invincible cheat code! 

"System, if you won't return my points, that's fine; I can always earn more later. How about sending me another compensation package?" 

Wayne eagerly inquired, but after waiting for a while without getting a response, he heard a servant calling him for dinner and had to give up. 

After dinner, without wasting any time, Wayne dove back into his dormitory to continue exploring magic. 

It was like a child receiving a beloved toy; he wouldn't let go until he was thoroughly bored. 

Magic is far more interesting than any toy. 

Though he lacked a wand, perhaps thanks to his talent for wandless casting, Wayne could still easily use magic. 

He manipulated a cup, making it fly around the room, and then clenched his hand tightly! 

BANG! 

The tea cup, worth hundreds of pounds, shattered into pieces, scattering across the floor. 

He tried to imagine restoring the cup to its original shape, but failed; the pieces came together, but the cracks were still very obvious. 

"Is it because I didn't use a spell?" 

Wayne pondered for a moment, tentatively calling out "restore to original," but the cup remained in its shattered state. 

"Thinking about it, that's unlikely." Wayne chuckled and shook his head. 

If spells could work just by being said aloud, then books would be unnecessary—just send out a spell dictionary! 

There must be other intricacies involved. 

... 

Wayne spent the entire night without rest, and it wasn't until Humphrey arrived at his house that he finally stopped, feeling somewhat drained. 

The entire set of teapots and cups in his room had turned into fragments, and the servants who came in to clean were heartbroken, knowing that this was worth more than their monthly wages. 

"Didn't get much sleep last night?" 

Seeing Wayne close his eyes to rest as soon as he entered the living room, Humphrey understood; after all, he was just a child, undoubtedly curious about the magical world. 

Wayne didn't dispute that and simply hummed in response as he continued to rest. 

At precisely nine o'clock, the doorbell rang on time. 

"She's here." 

Humphrey, who had been handling documents, glanced up, and Wayne opened his eyes. 

He still didn't know which professor had been sent. 

The door was opened by the servant, and Humphrey was taken aback—there was no one there, just emptiness. 

Just then, a spotted cat walked in, transforming into a woman who looked to be in her fifties or sixties before the shocked eyes of the servant and Humphrey. 

She had a serious expression, wearing square glasses, a green cloak, and a tall wizard hat. 

She matched perfectly with the author's description of a wizard in fantasy works. 

Seeing the servants close to fainting from surprise, the woman frowned and waved her wand. 

The servants appeared dazed for a moment before turning and leaving the doorway, heading to other rooms. 

"I apologize for frightening you, but I've proven too many times I am not a fraud, so I had to take this more direct approach." 

"I am Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts and Head of Gryffindor House." 

Professor McGonagall introduced herself, flawlessly executing the routine. 

As the most dedicated teacher at Hogwarts, every summer, she visits the homes of many young witches and wizards born to Muggle families, proving that wizards exist and that the letter isn't a hoax. 

One could say she is quite experienced. 

"Hello, Professor McGonagall. I'm Wayne Lawrence." 

Wayne secretly examined this elder… ah, no, mature cat lady and marveled at his good fortune. 

Having McGonagall as the guide NPC in his starting village was definitely more reliable than Hagrid or Snape. 

"Mr. Lawrence." McGonagall nodded, remarking on how adorable the young wizard was, far better than the odd-looking students from her own school days. 

Remembering the earlier servant incident, she explained, "It's best not to let too many Muggles know about magic; please don't worry, I simply used a confundus charm." 

Then, she turned her gaze to Humphrey, who had been sitting there observing her. 

"This is… your father?" 

"No, he's my uncle; my parents passed away a long time ago," Wayne replied, shaking his head, and McGonagall's eyes immediately filled with sympathy and regret. 

"I'm sorry; I didn't know." 

"It's okay," Wayne said softly, smiling. 

At this moment, Humphrey finally spoke up, "Wayne, since it's clear she isn't a fraud, I'm relieved. I'll head to work now." 

He chose not to stay and accompany Wayne to Diagon Alley to buy the supplies needed for school. 

While he found his nephew quite bothersome, Humphrey knew the kid was clever and wouldn't get into real trouble. 

Before leaving, Humphrey said to Wayne, 

"If you encounter any issues at school, you can contact the Head of the Ministry of Magic, Millicent Bagnold; she might be able to provide some help for you." 

At Humphrey's hurried departure, McGonagall looked astonished. 

"Though Bagnold retired a year ago, and the current chief is Cornelius Fudge, but…"

"Mr. Lawrence, could you explain why your uncle is aware of the Ministry of Magic?"