Chapter 143: Predicting Your Prediction, Wayne’S Bad Idea

Chapter 143: Predicting Your Prediction, Wayne’S Bad Idea

"I wouldn't be surprised if they fired you for stealing a car. You probably haven't thought at all about how your father and I felt when we found out the car was gone..."

When Mrs. Weasley's voice appeared, all the Weasleys in the school seemed to have been cast a holding spell and remained motionless.

Ronald huddled under the chair and could only see a red forehead, but this still could not stop the roaring letter from continuing to vent.

"I received Dumbledore's letter last night. Your father was so ashamed that he almost died. We worked so hard to pull it off, and we didn't let you take Harry to risk your life..."

"Your father will be under scrutiny at work. It's all your fault! If you get into trouble again, we'll take you back right away..."

After saying the last sentence, the roaring letter exploded into ashes and then scattered on the ground.

The auditorium was still quiet, as if everyone was numbed by the terrifying sound.

Wayne quietly lifted the ear-blocking spells on Qiu and Hermione, raised the box in his hand, and deliberately said loudly:

"Twoley, come and take a look!"

Many people came to their senses at the loud voice, and Gemini looked at Wayne gratefully.

Fortunately, Wayne helped to divert attention so that they were not so embarrassed.

Then the mood became even worse.

Several boxes were opened by a confused Twoley, who screamed like a woman.

"Light, Nimbus 2000?"

Five Nimbus 2000s were placed in front of him, and the impact was absolutely unparalleled. The little badgers gathered around him when they heard his cry.

Soon, all the colleges knew about it.

Lawrence generously donated five Nimbus and two thousand dollars to Hufflepuff Academy.

Although the latest broom is Nimbus 2001, those who know the business know that it is not much different.

Hufflepuff's Quidditch players were just about to kneel down and hug Wayne's legs and call Godfather.

This broom was donated to the academy, but they can use it and train at any time as long as they are Quidditch players.

The students in several other colleges were not in such a good mood, especially the captain of Gryffindor, Oliver Wood.

He originally planned to do something big this semester, but he suffered such bad news on the first day.

Go directly to autistic state.

"The way I looked at Wood, I thought he was going to rush up and fight you."

On the way to the Transfiguration classroom, Hermione described Wood's mood so much that Wayne almost laughed out loud.

"Tell Wood for me, this difficulty is nothing, there will be more difficult ones later."

"There was a letter that just came along with the broomstick, which was sent to me by the clerk at the Quidditch Boutique.

"He said that there was a little boy with blond hair and a flat face who directly bought seven Nimbus 2001."

Blonde...blonde..." Hermione thought of something immediately and her face changed slightly.

"Malfoy?"

"It should be him."

Hermione smiled bitterly and pinched Wayne's arm reluctantly.

"You are so bad. If you tell Wood the bad news now, he won't be able to eat for a week.

"It's not my fault. If I'm to blame, I can only blame Gryffindor for not having a rich alumni."

The two walked into the classroom chatting and laughing, and sat at the table at the front.

Professor McGonagall came early, and since everyone was new, she did not turn into a tabby cat to give the students a little Animagus shock.

Instead, there were a dozen owls standing on the window sill.

The professor kept a straight face until all the students were seated and the bell rang before he said:

"Now, get out all your summer homework."

"Don't tell me you forgot it in the dormitory. If anyone's homework is in the dormitory, go get it now. I'll give you fifteen minutes.

"Don't say you left it at home, these owls are just for you."

Wayne turned his head and saw looks of despair on the faces of several students.

The professor predicted their predictions!

This combination of punches almost eliminated all excuses.

Neville raised his hands with a sad face: "Professor McGonagall, I...I...really forgot it at home. Please lend me an owl!"

McGonagall sighed, "Mr. Longbottom, your grandma has already anticipated this situation, so she has already sent me your homework. Please sit down."

Neville sat down as if he had been granted amnesty.

The reason why Professor McGonagall sighed was because he felt sorry for Neville.

Neville's forgetfulness was also well-known in school, and McGonagall speculated that this may have been caused by him witnessing his parents being tortured with the Cruciatus Curse when he was a child, and his grandmother casting the Oblivion Curse on him.

This is also a tragedy.

Professor McGonagall's attitude towards Neville is quite amiable, but he is not so easy to talk to other students.

Justin Finch-Fletchley swallowed: "Professor, professor, if I said that a dark wizard stole my summer homework, would you believe it?"

Professor McGonagall smiled half-heartedly: "What kind of dark wizard would be interested in your summer homework?"

The whole class burst into laughter.

In the end, he admitted that he had only written...no, half of it.

After checking the whole class, a total of five students did not do their homework, including Wayne.

How many of them. McGonagall said to the four people except Wayne, "I'll give you two days." "

"If the homework doesn't appear on my desk in two days, then you will be responsible for the bathroom this semester.

Several people nodded weakly, but felt relieved. Fortunately, there was still a chance to make amends.

After collecting the homework, the first Transfiguration class of this semester finally began.

Completely opposite to the last semester, where everyone had to turn beetles into buttons, the first task of this semester is to turn buttons into beetles.

The reason why it is more difficult to turn a dead thing into a living thing than a living thing into a dead thing is that it is necessary to create life and give a dead thing life in a short and real way.

Soon, the students encountered their first problem.

Living things are much harder to understand than dead things.

They are completely unprepared to be a Creator.

Many people wave their magic wands, their minds go blank, and the specific details of the beetle and their own requirements cannot appear in their minds.

What came out in the end was neither fish nor fowl.

There wasn't even any movement.

Seamus waved his wand continuously, but only some spots appeared on his buttons.

His hand shook in anger, and the button instantly burst into flames.

"Mr. Finnigan, control your emotions." Professor McGonagall reminded with a dark face.

Every time she teaches Simo, she must be extremely alert to prevent any accidents.

Hermione's situation was not ideal either. Her buttons were deformed, but they only turned into beetle-shaped buttons, which were still dead objects.

She had no idea what the professor said about using magic to construct a real beetle.

"Don't worry, the more anxious you are, the less you can concentrate." Wayne comforted: "Let's put the deformation aside for now. You should study beetles first, and then try again after you understand more.

With that said, Wayne waved his magic wand and his button turned into a slowly crawling beetle.

Hermione rolled her eyes nicely.

Bad guy, do you know this is very offensive?

However, she still listened obediently to Wayne's suggestion and did not continue practicing. Instead, she lay on the table and observed various details of the beetle.

Wayne, on the other hand, was lost in thought.

He had just practiced meditation to the master level a few days ago and had a deeper understanding.

It's time to simplify it and leave it to Hermione and Qiu.

Although they couldn't become monster-level geniuses like him, it wouldn't be a problem for them all to reach A level.

"Mr. Lawrence."

Professor McGonagall came behind Wayne at some point and woke him up from his meditation.

"professor."

"Your paper has been reviewed." Professor McGonagall said with a smile in his eyes, "It's very well written and it was of great help to me.

Wayne's excellence far exceeded her expectations.

Talent will only make a spell caster stronger, and only by settling down and truly studying hard can one write a paper that is equally helpful to mediocre people.

Clearly, Wayne does both.

"It's all because of your teachings." Wayne boasted with a smile, completely forgetting that yesterday he had provoked him to fight Professor McGonagall.

"You little naughty boy." McGonagall shook his head helplessly. Wayne was really the only student who wasn't so afraid of her.

She really didn't teach much, and the most helpful ones were only two notebooks, not from when she was a student, but essays she recorded after continuous research after becoming a professor.

"Anyway, please pay more attention recently, and it should appear in the next two issues of "Transformation Today".

After McGonagall finished speaking, he went to check the progress of other little wizards.

Hermione listened to the conversation between the two and looked even more excited than Wayne himself.

Until the end of get out of class, she was still telling the boy that she would one day publish a paper in "Transfiguration Today".

Neither Harry nor Ronald were in high spirits today, even Gemini.

Mrs. Weasley just said that their father is under investigation by the Ministry of Magic, and they don't know the result yet.

If we really lose our jobs because of this... what will this family do?

Although Wayne knew that with Old Deng here, Mr. Weasley would definitely be safe and sound.

However, seeing that his two workers were listless, he still felt like providing some small help.

"Have you thought about a problem clearly?"

Wayne called the twins over and began to guide them.

"What's the problem?" Fred looked at him doubtfully.

"Although Ronald and Harry got into a lot of trouble this time and implicated Mr. Weasley, the key is not here.

"what is that?"

The twins are full of energy, and in terms of clever ideas, they both don't have as many ideas as Wayne.

"The key to the problem is that there is only three-quarters of the wall!"

Wayne Xiaoxiong spread his hands: "If there is no problem with that wall, will Harry and Ronald drive a car to the school?"

The twins looked at each other.

Makes sense!

Why is everyone's attention attracted by cars?

The Daily Prophet's report was all about criticizing Mr. Weasley, who took the lead in formulating the Muggle Protection Act, but he himself neglected his duties and broke the law.

The more heat there is in the newspapers, the more detrimental it will be to Mr. Weasley. If attention is diverted

"I'm going to find Ronald and Harry." George stood up and left, and soon he came back with the two of them.

"Harry, are you sure you can't get through that wall?" Wayne asked.

"Yes." Harry nodded, "There were guards who noticed us, and there were even a few Muggles who kept an eye on us.

Ronald pointed to his forehead to prove to Harry: "It hit the wall at three-quarters of the platform."

"It would be better if there is a witness." Wayne nodded, "Harry, there is a way to help Mr. Weasley avoid the investigation, but it requires you to sacrifice. Are you willing?"

Harry said decisively: "As long as I can help him, I will do anything."

"good

Wayne clapped his hands: "Now, in the name of the savior, you write a letter to the Ministry of Magic, saying that someone is secretly plotting to kill you.

Harry was confused: "Who? Who wants to kill me?"

"You're stupid." Wayne said angrily, "That wall is clearly targeting you. Could it be that it's targeting Ronald?"

"His little transparency has no value in being targeted.

Ronald: “……………”

That makes sense, but please be more tactful next time.

Seeing that Harry had realized something, Wayne continued: "You wrote that Voldemort's minions didn't want you to appear in Hogwarts, so they caused this accident.

"And Mr. Weasley's car is just for emergency use. It was completely modified out of necessity to protect you."

"By the way, this letter should not only be written to the Ministry of Magic, but also to the Daily Prophet.

"Can they believe it?" Harry scratched his head.

It was okay for him to go out of his way to write a letter, as long as it could help Mr. Weasley.

But he is just a little wizard, and writing this is not very convincing.

"Harry, you have underestimated your influence in the wizarding world and overestimated the morality of those reporters and politicians.

"As long as the topic is hot enough, the Daily Prophet will publish it regardless of whether it is true or false."

"As long as it causes panic among the people, the Ministry of Magic will definitely stand by your side and portray Mr. Weasley as a hero to restore support."

He really understands these politicians so well, it's almost like he understands Uncle Huck.

Following the British tradition, one does not need to consider what the people want when running a country. One only needs to read the daily news and figure out what can be done to increase support.

These things are still too profound for a semi-literate person like Harry.

Although he didn't understand, Wayne said so powerfully that he nodded.

"Okay, I'll write one now."

"Thank you, Harry." The twins thanked him.

"Thank you. I was the one who caused this incident. I'm not afraid you will blame me." Harry waved his hand.

"Thank you too, Wayne."

Although the twins said this, they looked at the young man with a strange look.

Such an insidious trick...how did he come up with it.

(Deqian Zhao) Never mess with Wayne in the future, otherwise they will have to help count the money if they are sold.

"Look what I'm doing, this is just Hufflepuff helping a friend."

"That's right." Fred twitched his lips.

Harry hurriedly wrote a letter after eating, while Wayne went directly to Greenhouse No. 3 to prepare for herbal medicine class.

To his surprise, not only Professor Sprout came, but an unexpected person also appeared here.

"Pomona, I heard that the Whomping Willow is injured. Do you need my help?"

"Although I am a well-known writer and Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, I also know a thing or two about herbalism. If you can't handle it, I can take a step."

Lockhart, dressed like a peacock with its wings spread, stood beside Sprout chattering, completely unaware that her complexion had turned bad.

What do you mean she can't handle it?

She is the herbal medicine professor at the college.

"Thank you for your kindness, but the Whomping Willow is no longer a serious problem. Lawrence Lawrence, you came yesterday."

Before Sprout could finish speaking, he saw Wayne walking in from outside. He looked surprised and waved him over quickly.

Then, she introduced Lockhart: "This is Wayne Lawrence. It was his phoenix that saved the Whomping Willow. You don't need to 'take a little action'.

Lockhart didn't hear the anger in Sprout's mouth at all, but looked at Wayne with interest.

"Ah, Lawrence, right? I know you, the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin."

"I also received this honor, but I'm a little older than you. But if I wanted to, I might be able to obtain the merit when I was in school."

Wayne showed a disgusted expression. He didn't have any good impression of this liar, so he choked out:

"Professor Lockhart, let's not talk about whether you could do this kind of thing as a student."

"Just now, you have only received a third-level Merlin Order, but I have a second-level medal. Why do you think I am the same as you?"

Lockhart's bright smile disappeared. .