Chapter 144 The First Contact With The Diary, The Pull Between The Scumbag And Green Tea

Chapter 144 The First Contact With The Diary, The Pull Between The Scumbag And Green Tea

Sprout almost laughed when he heard that Wayne was so disrespectful to Lockhart.

"Lawrence is really interesting..." Lockhart laughed dryly: "You are indeed luckier than me."

"This is not luck!"

Sprout suddenly had a serious face: "Professor Lockhart, you should know how dangerous the Purifiers are, right?"

"Of course." Lockhart smiled again: "I have encountered it before, and it is indeed thrilling. Maybe I will write about the Purifiers in the next book."

"In which country did you meet him?" Wayne suddenly asked.

"Well, well... it's a small country, it happened a long time ago, I still need to recall it." Lockhart laughed.

"Since there is no problem with the Whomping Willow, there is no need for me to take action."

"Pomona, if you have any questions, you can come to me at any time. You're welcome. We are colleagues.'

After saying that, Lockhart left briskly without looking at Professor Sprout's stern expression.

"Professor, Professor Lockhart seems... not very reliable." Wayne secretly poked at him.

Sprout sighed: "After all, it's difficult enough to find a wizard willing to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"I think Professor Snape is pretty good." Wayne smiled and said, "He has been applying for this position."

"Professor, how about you also help him and say something nice in front of Professor Dumbledore, maybe it will happen.

Sprout looked strange: "Lawrence, I know that your relationship with Professor Snape is more... subtle, but it's really not that serious.

"Aren't I thinking about Professor Snape?"

"Well, that's not necessary."

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With Wayne's help, the two of them prepared the flower pots and soil needed for class before other students arrived, as well as dozens of fluffy earmuffs.

Available in various colors.

Soon, the little badger and the little snakes also arrived.

In the crowd, Malfoy's voice was very loud, and his face was full of smiles.

Harry and Ronald were not punished, but Mr. Weasley was investigated, which was definitely a cause for celebration for him.

Malfoy was sure his dad was popping the champagne at home.

"Lawrence." Malfoy saw Wayne and stepped forward happily to say hello.

"I heard you donated five Nimbus and two thousand to Hufflepuff."

"That's right." Wayne nodded.

"That's a coincidence. Malfoy raised his head proudly: "I also donated six Nimbus 2001 to Hufflepuff and became this year's Seeker. "

Wayne gave a thumbs up: "As expected of the young master of the Malfoy family in 917, he just has the strength..."

Hearing Wayne's praise, Malfoy couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth, but he still explained:

"I joined the Quidditch team not because I donated brooms, but because I really have the ability."

"Ah, yes, yes, I believe you."

Then, Malfoy talked about making up lessons again.

Hearing that he had brought all the money, Wayne became excited again and set the time for this Saturday night.

He now urgently needs to replenish his depleted coffers.

During the holidays, after Wayne used the late-stage magic skill of Gathering Storm, he actually performed another hundred consecutive draws.

The backyard of the Leaky Cauldron is still the same as before, especially when the new students start school, the points provided one after another are quite impressive.

Helped him fill the final gap.

As a result, Wayne almost cursed this time.

Not to mention that the purple reward did not obtain new rune talents, and the gold reward was a template card with only S level, which was the same as the one drawn.

After a hundred lashes, the distressed Wayne was not in the mood to eat the little witch's tofu for several days.

This made Qiu and Hermione a little confused as to why the bad guy suddenly changed his gender.

Now that Malfoy has obtained these fifteen hundred galleons, he will soon be able to avenge his shame.

A big benefactor was sent away, and a little rich woman came to send money.

Daphne Greengrass customized a map to give to her sister, and Wayne agreed immediately.

He remembered something again and asked: "Didn't you say that your sister likes unicorns very much? I can take her to see them when I have time."

Daphne also helped him a lot, and Wayne also wanted to see the difference between Astoria's curse and Nagini.

"Is it really possible?" Daphne was a little surprised.

"certainly."

"Then I'll go back and ask my sister."

"Okay, if you're sure, tell me the time and I'll arrange it."

The two didn't say a few words before the class bell rang. Professor Sprout looked at the little wizards and said with a smile:

"We are going to repot the mandrake today. Now, who can tell me what properties the mandrake has?"

Many little badgers raised their hands, herbalism was their strong point.

Sprout called Hannah's name.

"Mandrake, also called mandrake root, is a powerful restorative that can be used to restore deformed people or people under a spell to their original state."

"Very good, ten points for Hufflepuff." Sprout generously added points: "Everyone, remember, mandrake (chca) grass is a very good herb, but it is also dangerous."

"Their cries can even kill people."

Many little wizards became scared, and Sprout quickly comforted them: "Don't worry, the mandrakes here are still very young. Even if they hear the cry, they will only feel uncomfortable for a while."

The little wizards were relieved and approached a row of deep-bottomed plates, but they could only see green and purple seedlings.

"Everyone gets a pair of earmuffs," Sprout said.

Everyone scrambled for it, but no one wanted to get the pink fluffy earmuffs. Wayne turned the chocolates in his pocket into earmuffs and put them on his head.

Professor Sprout also wore earmuffs. She rolled up her sleeves, grabbed a blade of grass, and pulled it up hard.

What was pulled out of the soil was not grass roots, but a very ugly baby with leaves growing on the top of his head. The little guy cried and screamed and became even more distressed.

It wasn't until Sprout stuffed the mandrakes into the flowerpot that the sounds disappeared.

Next, she asked four people to form a team to repot and fertilize the mandrakes here.

Wayne called Hannah and two roommates over.

Norman was responsible for pulling it out, Toby was responsible for preparing the pot, and Hannah was responsible for composting the soil.

Even though Sprout did it easily, these mandrakes were not happy to be pulled out. They twisted their bodies hard and almost bit Hannah.

Wayne wasn't used to them either. He blocked Sprout's sight with his body, and the tip of his wand was exposed from his cuffs.

"Collapse!"

Bang!

Mandrake instantly calmed down, and the three of them stared at his operations in a daze, communicating with their eyes.

"Is this really okay?"

"Don't worry, just let them sleep for a while without being discovered."

Wayne said he has experience putting others to sleep.

Although Hannah and others are still a little worried, this is indeed much more efficient.

At the end of get out of class, their group replaced fifteen mandrakes in flowerpots, ranking first.

Another ten points for Hufflepuff.

This is the last class of the day, and there are still two hours before dinner. Wayne plans to go to the library to hang out for a while.

Not surprisingly, Hermione was here too.

She was holding a thick book on transfiguration in her hands and buried her head in it.

On the first day of school, not many students came to the library.

Wayne took the little witch to a good spot near the window and had a good sleep with the help of the sunshine.

When it was almost time to eat, He Nan gently nudged him awake.

"Thank God, I finally found you."

As soon as he stepped into the auditorium, Wayne was pulled away by an excited Harry, who took out the letter he had written.

"Have a look. Is there anything that needs to be changed? I want to map it out as soon as possible."

Wayne took the parchment and glanced at it roughly.

"No problem, just press a bloody fingerprint to increase your mood."

"Absolutely?" Harry was shocked. asked a little scared.

Wayne shook his head indifferently, "It's definitely better if you have it, but if you don't have it, it's almost meaningless.

Hearing what he said, Harry also went crazy in order to help Mr. Weasley.

"Ronald, I can't do it myself, please help me."

"Okay." Ronald, who came with him, looked at Harry gratefully. This was all to help his father.

Ronald turned his wand into a blade and slashed it on Harry's thumb.

Since the car had been reinforced, his wand was not damaged in any way, which was fortunate among misfortunes.

Soon, Harry pressed a bloody fingerprint on the letter and nodded with satisfaction.

It looks really bluffing.

So much blood could not be wasted. He pressed hard on both letters.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Suddenly Harry saw Wayne looking at him strangely and asked in confusion.

Wayne was at a loss for words: "The blood fingerprints I'm talking about just ask you to go to the kitchen or ask Hagrid to borrow some animal blood. I don't ask you to use your own."

DU:"...."

Why didn't you tell me earlier?

Wayne held back his laughter and cast a healing spell on Harry, asking him to send the letter tonight. Maybe he could see the results in the Daily Prophet tomorrow.

The two of them went to find the owl again.

Wayne also returned to the dormitory after eating.

The two roommates were busy doing homework with the other little badgers in the lounge, so the dormitory was very quiet.

After thinking for a while, he opened the wooden box and took out the worn notebook.

Even if you are idle, you are idle. Why not chat with the old seniors to enhance your relationship.

Before opening the notebook, Wayne used his Occlumency to the limit to ensure that even if Dumbledore came, he wouldn't be able to see any flaws.

Even though he was mocking Voldemort for not being able to capture a school, that was just a joke.

Voldemort looked at Low, but his talent and strength were not bad. This was something Lao Deng himself admitted.

Voldemort was the master who pushed dark magic to a new level.

Grindelwald was so ruthless back then, but he never received such high praise from Dumbledore.

The horror of Grindelwald lies more in the danger and incitement of his own thoughts. Even though his combat power is equally powerful, Wayne doesn't know how much of it is due to the Elder Wand.

Therefore, when facing the diary, you must be fully prepared.

Wayne adjusted a little, trying to put himself into the mentality of ordinary sophomores like Toby and Norman.

Occlumency does not mean that the mind is really empty, but it allows the mind to think about some normal things, which can be read by Legilimency.

Otherwise, you won't be able to see anything, and even a fool will know that there is something wrong with you.

After trying for a long time, Wayne found that he failed.

Second-hand goods are not so easy to imitate...

He had no choice but to put himself into Hermione's perspective and pretend to be a

A good boy who studies hard and is very motivated.

Wayne opened the cover and naturally began to write the key points Professor McGonagall mentioned in today's Transfiguration class.

He used ordinary ink instead of the additive version, so he couldn't give Tom a taste of the sweetness as soon as it came up, and it was also easy to expose himself.

It was normal at first, but after writing three lines, the previous handwriting began to become lighter and lighter, and finally disappeared completely.

Wayne frowned, as if he was puzzled by this strange phenomenon.

Soon, a new line of text appeared on the blank paper.

[Well, buttons turn into beetles, it seems you must be in your second year at Hogwarts. 】

These fonts flutter on the paper, as if they are alive.

Wayne's expression changed and he quickly turned the page.

He continued to take notes on the next page, but the handwriting disappeared just as quickly, and new handwriting appeared.

[Hello, don’t be afraid, this is just a memory. My name is Tom Riddle, and I was once a student at Hogwarts. 】

[If you don’t believe it, you can go to the prize showroom and take a look. My honor should still be there. 】

Wayne hesitated for a moment and finally wrote.

"Are you really a student of Hogwarts? I heard that this kind of magic item that can communicate with people is either very advanced or a dark magic item."

Seeing that Wayne was willing to communicate with him, Tom in the diary was very happy, and the handwriting appeared faster.

[I am not a black magic item. I made this diary to commemorate my student life. 】

"Then you are really good. You were able to make props like this when you were a student."

[Where, I just saw that you have a very deep understanding of turning dead things into living things. Your usual grades must be very good, right?]

Wayne released some of his happy emotions and started writing much faster.

"Of course, I am the professor's favorite student. I got full marks in all subjects in last year's final exam."

[Then I am so lucky to be picked up by you who is equally smart. I was always the best student in the school back then. This is fate. 】

Tom and Wayne are scumbags who met green tea and kept pulling each other.

In order to quickly gain Wayne's trust, no matter what he wrote, Tom would first praise him by saying that his brother is great and his brother is awesome.

And Wayne also accepted all the flattery without saying anything useful.

Finally, Tom, who was still eager to understand the current situation, couldn't help it anymore.

【Can you tell me how you got me?】

The corners of Wayne's mouth quirked up.

Can't bear it?

Seventeen-year-old Tom is still too young.

He thought for a while and wrote:

"It was in a worn-out Transfiguration textbook. I originally bought it for collection, but I found that there was a notebook inside.

"With the idea of ​​recycling waste, I used it to take notes."

Tom fell into a long silence.

Waste utilization?

He was actually called a waste?

How could Tom Riddle, who had always had a smooth life, suffer such a humiliation?

But in order to learn more information, he still chose

Forbearance!

[That’s great. If a student who doesn’t like studying sees the notebook, I’ll be in trouble. 】

From the crooked handwriting, Wayne could see Tom's duplicity and almost laughed out loud.

At this time, the door to the dormitory was pushed open, and Toby and Norman walked in.

Wayne just wanted to end this first break, so he scribbled something in his notebook.

"My friend is back. I won't tell you anymore. Goodbye Tom."

After saying that, without waiting for Tom's reply, he closed the notebook and put it back into the box.

The first rule of a scumbag is not to be too enthusiastic when first contacting someone. Cut off contact at the right time and let the other party worry about the gain and loss.

Only in this way can we become the active party in the subsequent contact.

Tom Riddle may know magic well, but he doesn’t understand men or women

Sorry, this chapter is a little late. I'm a little stuck. I've been thinking about how to make senior Tom realize the cuteness of Badger Yard. .