Chapter 64 Wayne: I Recommend Snape As Defense Against The Dark Arts Professor!

Chapter 64 Wayne: I Recommend Snape As Defense Against The Dark Arts Professor!

boom!

Qiu Yi pressed Wayne against the oak door of the castle, showing such strength that even Wayne was a little surprised.

"Are you crazy, Wayne!"

Different from the gentleness in the past, Qiu now is more like a cat with explosive hair, with anger and impatience written on his face.

"Why do you want to be in the limelight? Even if you are reporting, you can do it alone."

"Why bring anyone else with you?"

Qiu was really angry. She was angry about why Wayne was so reckless.

She has received some Eastern education and understands that many British people do not know how to twist and turn.

Once something gets serious, the nature of the matter has changed in the eyes of the superiors.

Even if what you do is right and you have your own reasons, inciting others is destroying harmony and stability, regardless of the overall situation.

What will Dumbledore think of Wayne then?

Wayne could clearly see that Qiu's eyes even sparkled.

My heart trembled.

Without saying anything, Wayne raised his arm, and a fallen leaf turned into a tissue, gently wiping the corners of Qiu's eyes.

The young man's intimate movements made Qiu's face blush slightly, but she quickly adjusted it.

"Don't interrupt, what should we do now?"

Wayne smiled: "Don't worry, Qiu."

"I understand your concerns, but I would not do this if it were a different principal."

He raised his head and looked at the tower through the dark night.

"But the current headmaster is Dumbledore, and he won't be angry."

In this world, Wayne is the second person who knows Dumbledore. The first one is imprisoned in Nurmengard Tower.

Seeing how confident he was, Qiu didn't know what to say. He looked around and then asked:

"Where's Hermione? Such a big thing happened, and she didn't get angry at you?"

"Why not." Wayne smiled bitterly, stretched out his hand and rubbed his waist: "It took me a whole class to get Miss Granger to extinguish her anger."

"It still hurts now."

Looking at Wayne's movements, Qiu chuckled. Just as she was about to scold him, fire appeared in the air.

This time it was not the Phoenix King who flew in, but Fawkes, the phoenix belonging to Dumbledore.

Fox circled around and landed on Wayne's shoulder.

"Chirp!"

"You said the principal is looking for me?" Wayne nodded, looked at Qiu who looked a little pale and comforted:

"Don't worry, I'll come as soon as I go, nothing will happen.

Principal's office.

The huge desk was already filled with all kinds of envelopes.

Dumbledore was holding a letter, reading it with gusto:

"It said that I accepted Quirrell's gift money to make him a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

"What a pity, old man, I haven't fallen to this level yet."

Snape, who was sitting on the other side, sarcastically said, "If 600 galleons can make you change your mind, I can fill your office with gold galleons at any time."

To be honest, Snape was feeling a little happy now.

He has been applying for the Defense Against the Dark Arts course for many years, especially after Harry arrived this year, his request for this position became even more urgent.

But Dumbledore actually gave it to Quirrell.

Well now, the little wizards below are going to rebel!

"Sorry Severus." Dumbledore read one letter and opened another: "Your Defense Against the Dark Arts is equally excellent, but the Potions class at Hogwarts needs you more.

"Well, this letter says it well. Quirrell deceived me in some way, but why was it a love potion?"

Dumbledore put down the letter and showed a relieved smile: "I'm glad no one sent a shouting letter. My old bones can't bear the volume."

"Don't tell me that these are all available." Snape interrupted him irritably. He felt tired every time he chatted with Dumbledore and couldn't get to the point for a long time.

"What are you going to do about it?"

Dumbledore looked confused.

“What to deal with, and who to deal with?”

"Of course it's Wayne Lawrence!" Snape raised his voice: "Didn't you hear what the fat monk said?"

"With that kind of incitement, cohesion, and his own terrifying magical talent, you are not afraid that he will be the next...

Snape took a deep breath: "The next Voldemort?!"

The portrait that had been pretending to be dead suddenly came to life, and Phineas Black even shouted:

"That's right! I support Snape!"

"You dare to complain about the professor and incite so many people to act with him."

"This is such a deception!"

"Expelled! Must be expelled!"

"If this were the time when I was the principal, I would have fired all the Hufflepuffs!"

Red-nosed Principal Hufflepuff couldn't bear it anymore and jumped into Phineas' portrait and punched him.

"Shut up, you idiot!"

The daily beating of Phineas begins.

In order not to be disturbed, Dumbledore waved his hand, and the red curtains covered all the portraits, and the annoying shouts finally disappeared.

"Severus." Dumbledore put his hands together on the table and leaned forward slightly.

A series of oppressive movements took Snape's breath away.

"Don't judge our student with malice. He is only a first-year wizard."

"You still think of him as an ordinary first-year student?" Snape looked at Dumbledore in disbelief.

"Don't you see his talent? Multiple (addf) transformations, magic skills that are enough for graduation, and even potions are at the level of NEWTs.

"And that Celia shop that Laurence was tinkering with made thousands of Galleons from my students!"

Snape looked very excited: "If he is an ordinary first-year wizard, what is Potter, preschool education?"

"I'm very happy that the school has produced a talented little wizard." Dumbledore pushed his eyes with his middle finger, and Snape always felt that the old man was taking the opportunity to hint at him.

"You are right. Mr. Lawrence is indeed very dazzling. He is more talented than Tom."

"But you can't make a crude analogy between the two."

Dumbledore analyzed Snape carefully:

"Mr. Lawrence was indeed born in a Muggle family, but his family has a high status among Muggles, and his personality is also very sunny and cheerful, and he has..."

I remembered what I had investigated about what Wayne did in elementary school.

Dumbledore struggled to find a positive adjective.

"A very fulfilling childhood."

"His family environment and his intelligence will not let him follow Tom's old path."

"Even in school, Mr. Lawrence has friends all over the colleges, which goes against Tom's pure-blood theory."

"To be honest, even I am a little envious of such good popularity."

Snape didn't say a word, but his expression softened.

There was a brief silence in the office, and in the end it was Snape who was the first to lose his composure.

"So what are you going to do? Just pretend nothing happened?"

"How is that possible?" Dumbledore looked at Snape in surprise and pointed at the hill of letters on the table.

"Such a number of complaint letters have never appeared in the history of Hogwarts.

"It is very possible that after this incident, I will change from the greatest principal to the most notorious principal, surpassing Phineas.

"Of course I have to handle it carefully."

"Of course." He suddenly showed a smile: "Before dealing with Quirrell, I have to ask the person involved for advice.

"Fox, can you help me bring Mr. Lawrence over?"

It's still the principal's office.

Snape has disappeared here, and the person sitting in his original seat has been replaced by Wayne.

At this time, Wayne was smiling all over his face, and he couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth no matter how hard he tried.

The reason is also very simple. The notification sounds in his mind are almost maxed out.

This wave of big rhythm really made him a lot of money.

"Mr. Laurence, you seem very happy?" Dumbledore asked curiously.

"Of course." Wayne smiled shyly: "Seeing that you are not angry, principal, it means that my punishment should not be too serious." "

"My classmates are also innocent. They are all trying to support me. Please don't punish them."

Dumbledore looked at the boy sitting opposite with relief:

"Mr. Lawrence, you are a true Hufflepuff, and I'm glad the Sorting Hat has noticed the sparkle in you.

The Sorting Hat, which had been sitting on the high stool, wanted to say something.

I really don't see how he fits Hufflepuff at all, I was completely lured into it.

The most important thing is that the little wizard has not yet received the care tools he promised...

Hats off!

"But I think you misunderstood." Dumbledore comforted: "I don't have any intention of punishing you or other students."

"On the contrary, I would like to solemnly apologize to you.

Dumbledore said very sincerely: "Because of my negligence, everyone's magic progress was delayed.

"I came here to ask you for your opinion.

"My opinion?" Wayne said in surprise: "Professor, my opinions are all in the letter."

"Either Professor Quirrell can teach some useful spells in class, or find a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

"But..." Dumbledore frowned, a little embarrassed: "The semester has already begun, and it is too difficult to change teachers rashly...

"professor."

Wayne talked eloquently: "I have also heard about the curse of Defense Against the Dark Arts. You find people to die... Well, I mean the class is very difficult."

"But the school year has already begun. If you change teachers from Christmas, find a substitute, and only teach for half a year, the curse will not take effect, right?"

Seeing Dumbledore's expression, he continued to strike while the iron was hot, "If it doesn't work, you can find a teacher from the school to take over."

"I recommend Professor Snape,...

"Stop, stop, stop."

Dumbledore quickly grabbed Wayne and said, "Professor Snape has already worked hard enough, and it is unrealistic to ask him to take over the class.

Lao Deng felt a cold sweat in his heart.

This is to send his right-hand man away directly.

The same goes for these two people. One of them disliked the little wizard and wanted to punish the other in some way.

The other one was even more ruthless and directly made him a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

There is a saying now circulating in the British wizarding world.

If you hate someone, recommend that they teach Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts.

"Okay, Mr. Lawrence." Dumbledore said softly: "Thank you for the suggestion you just made, it was a great inspiration to me.

"But firing a teacher is not a simple matter and requires the approval of the board of directors."

"Usually teachers in this position leave voluntarily."

Wayne's mouth twitched slightly.

Automatic resignation...what a novel way.

"I will have a good chat with Quirrell before deciding which approach to take."

"For your unity and courage, I will add fifty points to Hufflepuff."

Dumbledore comforted Wayne for a moment and then let him leave.

Wayne stepped out of the principal's office, and Snape pushed open an invisible door and walked out with a terrifyingly gloomy expression.

He heard the conversation between the two just now.

Although he also wanted to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Wayne was obviously not here to help him achieve his wish.

This kid...

Snape thought for a long time and came up with a word that was more extreme than birth.

What a damn Tang San!

After leaving the office, Wayne walked downstairs at a brisk pace. Qiu was still waiting for his news in the auditorium.

The auditorium at this time was still overcrowded.

They all already know the news that Wayne was taken away by Phoenix, and they are waiting nervously.

As soon as he opened the door, countless eyes fell on Wayne. The hall became silent, and even the professors couldn't help but be curious.

Wayne didn't hide it, he smiled widely and said the words that everyone was concerned about:

"Professor Dumbledore said he would take our opinions seriously and gave Hufflepuff fifty points!"

boom!

Thunderous applause and excited roars resounded throughout the auditorium, as if the stars on the ceiling were shaken.

Everyone hugged the classmates next to them excitedly.

Qiu finally stopped worrying and looked at Wayne with a smile on his face.

Hermione snorted softly, closed the thick book and turned around to leave. She didn't realize that the books had been placed upside down just now.

"That's so cool!" Ronald's hands turned red as he clapped his hands. He looked at Wayne surrounded by the little badgers and shouted:

“It turns out that reporting is really useful!”

"Harry, let's complain to Snape!"

"Get rid of the old bat and our life will be easier!"

When the little lions around heard Ronald's words, their eyes lit up.

yes!

Since complaining about Quirrell is useful, then complaining about Snape is not justified?

Let him favor Slytherin every day, and even grab Gryffindor to deduct points.

As long as Snape is gone, don't they have hope of winning the Academy Championship?

Now not only Harry's heart was moved, but the other little lions were also eager to try.

Prepare to imitate Hufflepuff and fill the gargoyles at the door of the principal's office tomorrow morning.

There were too many people around and it was difficult for Wayne to get away.

I could only briefly talk to Qiu and make an appointment to meet at the Black Lake after class tomorrow, but was pulled back to the common room by two roommates.

Not only was Wayne not punished for today's action, but he also earned fifty points for the students, which must be celebrated.

As a Hufflepuff, it's so easy to celebrate.

At the door is the kitchen.

Several senior students went in and ordered a lot of snacks and cakes, and asked the elf to go to a broom and buy some butterbeer.

“Wayne, here’s to you!”

Pierre, the seventh-grade prefect, raised his glass and touched it with Wayne.

"Professor Dumbledore wouldn't have said that if you weren't so brave."

"Finally we can get rid of this...fake professor Quirrell!"

Pierre's face turned red with excitement, and Wayne smiled and agreed, but he didn't have much confidence in driving Quirrell away.

Is it necessary to sacrifice the progress of the young wizards' Defense Against the Dark Arts course for a year, or to observe Voldemort's movements right under their noses?

Dumbledore's choice was obvious.

This is so consistent with what he said.

All for the greater good.

However, Wayne wouldn't spoil everyone's interest by speaking out.

At least in the future, Quirrell must make some changes, otherwise even Dumbledore will not be able to convince the public.

The celebration lasted until eleven o'clock, and everyone dispersed one after another.

Wayne also returned to the dormitory.

Toby and Norman kept asking about the conversation between him and Dumbledore, and Wayne didn't hide it.

After hearing that he recommended Snape to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, the two quickly turned around.

Toby said seriously: "Wayne, how could you do this?"

"That's right." Norman was also a little dissatisfied: "How can Professor Snape be a substitute professor? He must attend the entire semester!"

"I suggest that everyone continue to write a joint letter next semester to recommend Snape as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!"

Wayne: “….

You are still ruthless. .