Chapter 46

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Angrily, Snape deducted another fifteen points from Hufflepuff and then stormed off. Wayne was left with a look of dissatisfaction.

"Show off your spirit by deducting points from Gryffindor. You only deducted so much; who are you looking down on?" Wayne muttered.

Surrounded by a group of fellow Hufflepuffs, Wayne returned to their common room. The amount of information that morning was truly astonishing. First, the Phoenix appeared, and then Wayne bought a Nimbus 2000. For Quidditch players, a Nimbus 2000 was simply a dream broomstick.

As for Snape deducting points from Wayne? Was that really a big deal? The only houses that really competed fiercely for the House Cup every year were Slytherin and Gryffindor. Slytherin did it for the glory of pure blood, while Gryffindor did it to avoid losing to Slytherin. Ravenclaw would compete if they had a chance, but they didn't put much effort into it. Most of them focused on their own work and let collective honor take its course. This also showed in Quidditch games.

As for Hufflepuff, their attitude was always, "What cup? I should be studying." They were largely indifferent, thinking, "If you want to deduct points, go ahead. I'll just eat three more bowls of food to show my sadness."

This attitude made Wayne's life very comfortable. He could do what he wanted without anyone gossiping behind his back or isolating him. If he had been assigned to Gryffindor, he would have already been criticized.

"Show me, just let me take a look," Cedric pleaded as class time approached, hugging Wayne's leg.

Wayne shuddered, kicked him away, and threw him the box. "Get away from me and don't disgust me."

"Be gentle, this is a Nimbus 2000!" Cedric exclaimed in delight. A group of Quidditch players surrounded him, their eyes almost watering.

After putting his supplies in the dormitory, Wayne hurried to the History of Magic classroom, deliberately avoiding the group of Quidditch enthusiasts on his way out. He wondered what their first class was; were they really not afraid of being late?

In the History of Magic class, Professor Cuthbert Binns performed his usual hypnotic lecture, and Wayne was half asleep in less than ten minutes. He reluctantly listened to the discussion on the significant impact wizards had on Muggle history.

For example, in the ancient Han Dynasty, the wizard Liu Xiu disguised himself as a Muggle and successfully extended the life of the Han Dynasty by over two hundred years. Liu Xiu was best at refining the elixir of fortune. Before every battle, he took the elixir, which brought him good luck. The most exaggerated time was when he drank a pint of Felixir, burped with satisfaction, and then a meteorite killed his enemy. From then on, he was also known as the Great Magister Liu Xiu.

Wayne woke up abruptly, feeling his sleeve being pulled.

"Is class over?" he asked.

Hermione quickly held him down as he tried to stand up. "Class isn't over yet," she whispered.

Wayne slapped her hand away angrily and said, "Then what did you tell me to do?"

Hermione's face turned slightly red, and she said shyly, "I...I...I want to touch your bird."

Wayne looked at her in shock, as if he couldn't believe his ears. "What did you say?"

"I want to touch your bird," the little witch said pitifully. "Just for a moment. I will be very gentle and won't hurt her."

Now it was Wayne's turn to feel embarrassed. "Now... now?"

Although this bird was not of much use now, it was good to see the world in advance. Alas, Hermione really had to make such a request in class. He also had to use magic to block other people's perceptions.

"Of course not," the little witch rolled her eyes. "How can I touch him in class? Even if Cuthbert Binns is a ghost, we can't bully him like this."

Wayne complied, "You tell me the time, I can do it."

Hermione thought for a while. "You are going to have afternoon tea with Principal Dumbledore, so after dinner, there is still a lot of time before curfew."

"No problem," Wayne agreed. "I'll find you wherever I can."

"On the lawn."

Exciting...

Wayne's body trembled. Hermione then said, "By the way, what does Phoenix like to eat? I'll prepare some snacks for him."

The young man looked at her in disbelief. "Are you talking about Phoenix King?"

"Otherwise?" Hermione returned a strange look. "Do you have other birds?"

"Haha, I won't show it to you," Wayne laughed. "I thought you were talking about Phoenix King."

"Then just finish your meal. I happen to have something to talk to you about."

He just wondered, how could the little witch turn into a little brat?

...

In the afternoon spells class, Wayne completed the Slowing Charm brilliantly, earning back half of the twenty points he had lost in the morning.

Professor Flitwick looked at Wayne's retreating back and sighed. Some people are born different from others and are destined to be the protagonist, such as Dumbledore or that Slytherin student who once won the Special Contribution Award.

Wayne gradually revealed similar traits. Not to mention the outrageous fact that a little wizard could have a phoenix as a pet, Wayne's magical talent alone made him particularly jealous. No spell could trouble him. In order to test Wayne's talent, Flitwick had taught him a spell of his own creation. After reading it, Wayne mastered the slowing and mentally confusing spell in just two attempts. 

Why was such a good little wizard assigned to Hufflepuff?

Wayne was unaware of Flitwick's resentment as he had already reached the eighth floor. The principal's office was guarded by a gargoyle. When it saw Wayne, it asked lazily, "Password."

"Cockcroach Cluster."

"Ugh!" The gargoyle made a very human-like expression of disgust and turned to open the door. "Every time I hear this password, I feel uncomfortable for a long time. Little wizard, please tell Dumbledore to change the password quickly. I will be disgusted if I open the door every day."

"Let me give it a try. How about changing to a scarab?"

"Get out! That's just... yuck!"

"You little wizard have no martial ethics, you are very bad!"