Hogwarts, Please Graduate Soon, Ch 46

Frustrated after deducting fifteen points from Hufflepuff again, Snape stormed off, leaving Wayne looking incompletely satisfied.

"Come on, show some of that spirit when you take points from Gryffindor," he thought. "This is hardly anything; does he think so little of us?"

Surrounded by a group of badgers, Wayne returned to the Hufflepuff common room, overwhelmed by the morning's events.

First, there was the phoenix, and then he bought a Firebolt 2000. For Quidditch players, the Firebolt 2000 was like a dream broomstick.

As for Snape deducting points from him? Who cared? In the competition for the House Cup, the only ones truly vying for it each year were Slytherin and Gryffindor.

Slytherin was in it for the honor of purebloods, while Gryffindor was all about the damned prestige and absolutely refusing to lose to those filthy snakes.

Ravenclaw would participate if they had a chance, but they wouldn't invest too much energy into it. Most of them were focused on their own matters, with collective honor being something that happened naturally. This was reflected in their Quidditch matches, too.

As for the badgers, Hufflepuff's attitude was always:

"What cup? What house? What House Cup? No idea. What does it have to do with us?

You want to deduct points? Go ahead! In response, I'll eat three extra bowls to show my sadness; is that okay?"

This attitude made Wayne feel comfortable; he could mess around freely without anyone talking behind his back or isolating him. If he were in Gryffindor, he'd probably already be facing whispers and pointed fingers.

"Let me see it, just for a moment." As class time approached, Cedric clung to Wayne's leg, pleading desperately.

Wayne shuddered and kicked him away, tossing the box over. "Hurry up and go, don't gross me out."

"Be gentle, it's a Firebolt 2000!" Cedric exclaimed joyfully as he caught the box, with a crowd of Quidditch players gathering around, nearly drooling.

Wayne quickly stashed his materials back in the dormitory and rushed off to the History of Magic classroom, making a point to avoid that group of weirdos on the way out.

He wondered what their first class was; were they not afraid of being late?

....

In class, Professor Binns was as usual casting a major sleep spell, and within ten minutes, half the class had fallen asleep.

Wayne barely listened, focusing on how wizards had significantly impacted Muggle history.

For example, during the Han Dynasty in ancient China, a wizard named Liu Xiu disguised himself as a Muggle and successfully extended the Han Dynasty's reign for over two hundred years.

Liu Xiu was known for his expertise in brewing Felix Felicis—the luck potion he consumed before every battle, which brought him continuous good fortune.

On one occasion, he drank a pint of the potion and, satisfied, let out a huge belch right after. Then, a meteor fell from the sky and crushed the enemy.

From that day on, he was honored as the Grand Mage Liu Xiu.

As Wayne drifted off, he felt a tug on his sleeve that jolted him awake. "Is class over?"

Hermione quickly pressed down on Wayne, who was about to get up to leave, and whispered, "Not yet."

Irritated, he swatted her hand away and asked, "Then why did you call me?"

Hermione's cheeks turned slightly pink as she awkwardly said, "I... I... I want to touch your bird."

Wayne stared at her in shock, seemingly unable to believe his ears. "What did you say?"

"I want to touch your bird." The little witch looked at Wayne with pleading eyes. "Just once, I'll be gentle; I won't hurt it."

Now it was Wayne who felt embarrassed. "Right... now?"

Though his bird wasn't particularly useful at the moment, it wouldn't hurt to show it off a bit. Sigh, Hermione had to bring this up during class.

He'd have to cast a spell to shield them from others' perceptions.

"Of course not," Hermione rolled her eyes. "How could I touch it during class? Even if Professor Binns is a ghost, I shouldn't bully him like that."

Wayne conceded, "Just tell me when, and I'm there."

Hermione thought a moment and said, "If you're going to have afternoon tea with Professor Dumbledore, then after dinner works; it'll be long before curfew."

"Sure." Wayne readily agreed. "Where can I find you?"

"Just on the lawn."

Excitement surged through Wayne.

"By the way," Hermione added, "what does the phoenix like to eat? I'll prepare some snacks for it."

The boy looked incredulously at her. "Are you talking about the phoenix?"

"Who else?" Hermione replied with a confused look. "Do you have another bird?"

"Haha, even if I did, I wouldn't show you," Wayne laughed. "I thought you were talking about the phoenix!"

"Let's say it's after dinner, then; I also have something to discuss with you."

He thought to himself, how could this little witch turn into a little pervert?

....

In the afternoon's Charms class, Wayne excelled at the Slowing Charm, managing to earn back half of the twenty points he had lost that morning.

Professor Flitwick watched as Wayne left the classroom, feeling somewhat wistful.

Some people are just naturally different from others; they are born to be the main characters, like Dumbledore or that former Slytherin student who won the special contribution award.

Wayne was starting to exhibit similar traits.

Not to mention that a little wizard could have a phoenix as a pet; just his magical talent alone made Flitwick quite envious.

No spell could stump him, and to test Wayne's abilities, Flitwick taught him a self-invented spell.

After a couple of tries, Wayne learned the spell, which combined slowing and mental confusion effects.

Such an outstanding little wizard—why did he end up in Hufflepuff?

Unaware of Flitwick's lingering regret, Wayne had already arrived at the eighth floor.

Outside the headmaster's office stood a gargoyle. Upon seeing Wayne, it lazily asked, "Password?"

"Cockroach Cluster."

"Ugh!" The gargoyle made a very human-like vomiting expression, spinning to open the door.

"Every time I hear this password, I feel sick for a while. Little wizard, you should tell Dumbledore to change it; it's disgusting having to hear it every day."

"I'll try; how about switching it to Scarab?"

"Get lost! Isn't that… ugh!"

"You little wizard have no honor, how rude!"

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