Chapter 292 Shameless Snape, Scrimgeour Was Scolded As A Grandson

Chapter 292 Shameless Snape, Scrimgeour Was Scolded As A Grandson

The next day, Wayne woke up to a shower of slaps on the face.

Crookshanks lay on his chest, and the pads of the cat's paws patted his face.

"Wake up, wake up, stop filming." Wayne yawned, picked up Da Ju and placed him beside the bed. Only then did he see Jerry lying on his pillow, sleeping soundly.

Poor Niffler almost ran all over the castle last night before he found Crookshanks.

It was still dark, and the two roommates were sleeping soundly, with no sign of waking up yet.

Wayne thoughtfully created a soundproof barrier for them and started communication with Crookshanks.

"Where is Blake now?"

"Meow meow!"

"You don't know either? Didn't you steal the password note to him?"

"Meow!"

"Oh, it's normal to be hiding. What about Banban?"

"Meow meow meow!"

"No, you can't touch him now. When Blake shows up one day, you can take him there. Well, it's up to fate whether he lives or dies.

"Meow!"

"Okay, okay, there are rewards. I got a lot of dragon blood and dragon milk recently. Do you want to try some?"

"Meow!" Crookshanks threw himself into Wayne's arms, waiting for the boy to feed him.

After petting the cat for a while, Wayne got up and carried Crookshanks to the foyer next to the auditorium to replenish the vending machine.

Seeing his appearance, another group of girls gathered around him, all asking about fashion cards.

Before he left, he left behind a total of three hundred packs of 648, as well as a similar number of other card packs, all of which were sold out at this time.

I still underestimate the purchasing power of girls.

But boys can't let it go either. This time there is a magic wand under the skin in the card bag.

The people who played CS in the previous life could empty their wallets just for a gun skin, and the same goes for a magic wand skin.

Especially the 'noble' young masters from Slytherin, I don't believe they wouldn't be tempted to get a wand with their clan emblem on it.

After a while, Astoria came. When she saw Wayne, she ran into his arms and said in a low voice:

"Wayne, you're finally back. It's been almost a month."

Wayne smiled and touched her head, "Things are a little more troublesome than expected. I went to Paris to join in the fun, so I came back a little late."

"Then you have to stay with me this weekend."

"I can only stay with you on Saturday. I have Qiu and Hermione on Sunday."

A passing little wizard almost knelt down and begged him to start the class when he heard Wayne manage his time so openly.

Astoria was easy to coax, and after a while she was smiling happily, sitting on Hufflepuff's long table and feeding the boy something to eat.

Although Hermione and Qiu also knew that he was out on business this time, at that time Wayne said he would be back in half a month, but it turned out that he was twice as late, so they were a little angry.

This is normal. If they don't express anything about Wayne coming back so late, it means there is something wrong with their relationship.

After two nights of hard work, Wayne managed to coax the two of them.

The other students were all curious about what Wayne had been doing in the month since he disappeared.

But no one could get specific information from him, and all kinds of speculations were rampant for a while.

However, there are still a few insiders.

After Hagrid learned that Wayne was back, he couldn't wait to invite him to have afternoon tea.

It was obvious that the drunkard was not interested in drinking.

But Wayne went anyway.

As soon as he saw him, Hagrid enthusiastically served tea and snacks. Judging from the style, he didn't make them himself. He probably got them from the kitchen.

"Wayne, did you go to the dragon farm in Romania?"

The young man looked at him strangely, "Didn't I write everything in the letter?"

Hagrid lowered his head in embarrassment, "I was looking at the photos at that time, but for some reason, the letter you wrote got wet, so I didn't read it yet..."

Wayne is speechless, what else could be going on? Your saliva is no longer controlled.

He took out a bunch of photos again, including group photos, solo photos, and several photos of him as a dragon knight.

The photos were all very good. King Feng is really talented as a photographer and he found the angles very well. Not only did he look handsome in the photos, but the big lizards were not that ugly either.

Wayne very 'intimately' introduced what it felt like to ride on various dragons, which one felt better, and which one was more accurate.

Hagrid drooled all over the table.

In order to prevent himself from crying with envy, Hagrid forcibly interrupted Wayne who was still sharing his experience and asked: "What's going on with Norbert? The changes have been too big."

"It's because of the Phoenix King's flames. You will be even more surprised when you see it yourself at the end of the year."

"End of the year?" Hagrid asked doubtfully, "What do you mean?"

Wayne smiled slightly, left a hook for Hagrid, stopped talking, and stood up to leave.

If he told Hagrid, who had grown up taking Veritaserum, he would be telling the whole school.

Watching the young man's leaving figure, Hagrid felt so uncomfortable.

In Potions class, Snape saw Wayne appearing in the classroom, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously, which made the young man feel a little strange.

But soon, the old bat returned to his usual coldness, almost making Wayne think (aeef) that he had just hallucinated.

"What we are going to make in this class is a potion of courage..." Snape protracted his tone and glanced at him: "Lawrence, please introduce the function and ingredients of the potion of courage."

The classmates in the class raised their heads unconsciously and were surprised.

Usually, Snape treated Wayne as a transparent person and asked him to answer questions. This had not happened for a long time.

Wayne was also very surprised, but he still stood up and answered:

"Courage potion can improve courage and self-confidence in a short time after taking it, and improve the psychological condition. However, because the medicine contains stimulating ingredients, if the dosage is not controlled well,

It is likely to turn into overconfidence and excitement, even mania. "

Snape praised for the first time: "The answer is very comprehensive. Five points for Hufflepuff."

Now, the whole class looked at Snape as if he were a ghost.

This is a fake Snape, either someone used Polyjuice Potion to transform him, or he was under the Imperius Curse.

Really how could Snape give Wayne any extra points!

This was even more difficult than asking him to give Harry extra points. After all, sometimes Harry could turn into Harry. The young wizards also discovered that Snape's attitude would be softer as long as Harry was in class.

Snape seemed unaware of everyone's shock and continued to look at Wayne and asked, "Where are the raw materials? Tell me about it too."

Wayne bit the bullet and said: "One dragon's blood grass, two flickering bugs, two grams of dragon bone powder..."

As he spoke, he seemed to realize something and looked at Snape with a half-smile.

Snape blushed, and after Wayne finished speaking, he added five points to him, then hung the refining process on the blackboard and asked the students to start practicing.

"Is he crazy? He actually gave you extra points?" Norman, who was in the same group as Wayne, noticed that Snape was on the other side of the classroom and dared to complain in a low voice.

"Perhaps Snape wants something from me?" Wayne chuckled and threw two flickering bugs into the crucible. The originally green soup base instantly turned blue.

Norman guessed, "Does he want to go through the back door and ask you to give him some gold cards?"

Wayne also admired his brain circuit very much: "Do you think people like Snape can play games?"

"So I'm asking you to borrow money?" Norman asked uncertainly, "I think many people will be courteous before borrowing money. Wasn't that what Snape did just now?"

"Maybe." Wayne shrugged and continued selling potions.

Before the get out of class was over, Snape checked everyone's potions and added ten points to Wayne and Norman's team before announcing the get out of class was over.

Everyone was already numb, just assuming that he was ill today and would take it back after he recovered in two days.

Just as Wayne was about to follow his classmates out, Siyin stopped him.

Wayne asked calmly: "Professor, is there anything else you can do?"

"I heard you went to a protected area in Romania?" Snape asked.

"Professor Dumbledore told you?" Wayne asked.

Snape acquiesced, and then said, "The school needs a batch of dragon bones and dragon blood recently. It would also be nice to have some teeth and scales. I believe you will strongly support the education cause, right?"

The person who knows you best may not be the person closest to you, but may be the person who hates you the most.

Snape didn't actually know what Wayne was doing in the reserve, but he was extremely sure that this kid would make a lot of money before he came back.

Even his wool is almost gone, and he doesn't believe that Wayne can let those innocent fire dragons go.

If there really wasn't...he was willing to be hung on the Whomping Willow by the predators again!

"Do you need it, or do the students need it?" Wayne asked calmly, "Give students pure dragon blood and dragon bones. When did Hogwarts become so rich?"

Snape said shamelessly: "My personal ability has improved, and I can teach students better. There seems to be no difference between the two."

Wayne gave a thumbs up, admiring him for finding this reason, and then made a gesture of counting money.

You should be hung up on a streetlight.

Snape cursed secretly, but still took out two bottles of potion.

Wayne took it, opened the bottle cap and took a sniff.

A bottle of transparent potion and a bottle of intelligence-enhancing agent are extremely easy to discard.

"That's it?"

Snape gritted his teeth and said, "What else do you want? I have no more stock."

All the potions he had accumulated were paid off to Wayne, so he couldn't get anything good out of them.

"Another bottle of Felixir will be delivered before the end of the semester."

In the end, Snape gritted his teeth and agreed. He was now almost becoming this kid's tool. How many bottles of Felixir had he given out since he met him?

Wayne took out the dragon's blood that had been packaged in advance, about three pints, as well as a whole dragon leg bone and a dozen dragon scales.

Snape immediately put it away as if he had found a treasure. With his eyesight, he could naturally see that these were materials from the pure-blood fire dragon.

"Give me the elixir earlier, I'm still waiting to use it."

Wayne likes to take a sip of the elixir when studying magic and alchemy, and he is always in a state of inspiration.

The young man waved his hands and walked outside the classroom.

The moment he stepped out of the tower, Snape's proud voice came from behind.

"For not using honorifics when speaking to the professor, two points will be deducted from Hufflepuff."

Wayne paused, turned around and said with emotion: "You are a real dog."

The twenty points that were added to the class just now are now returned. This person is already shameless to a certain extent.

"Both each other." Snape sneered.

He also learned this from someone. Unless he becomes more shameless, he can't cure Lawrence at all.

But I didn’t dare to continue deducting points. If Lawrence was made anxious, there was no telling who would suffer in the end.

Wayne silently made another note to the old bat and would pay it back when he had the opportunity.

He was anxious to get back and write to Mrs. Greengrass. The security conference in Paris ended this afternoon.

In other words, Scrimgeour will return to England tomorrow, or even tonight.

The embarrassment at the meeting was just the appetizer, and the real meat had not yet begun.

The next day, everyone who ordered "Daily Prophet" and "Wizard Weekly" got the magazine and saw the title on the cover, and they were attracted.

"The Weakest in Europe! Can Aurors still protect our safety?"

"The director of the Auror Office enriched himself, and the equipment gap led to defeat in all four battles"

Originally, many people had no interest in such boring memories, thinking it was too far away from their lives, but when they encounter a sufficiently exciting title, they have to read it even if they don’t.

But as they watched, many people became extremely angry and cursed at the Ministry of Magic and Scrimgeour!

Most British wizards have a sense of superiority. They think that they are the most powerful country in the world. Merlin, the god of magic, is British. They also have the Huo family founded by the Four Giants.

Gwarts College is home to Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of this century.

Grindelwald once wreaked havoc on the European continent, but was unable to affect the British Isles. This created a natural arrogance and believed that magical orthodoxy was leading the British.

However, this exchange meeting was to rub their arrogance on the ground.

In four games, whether it was one-on-one or group competition, everyone lost completely.

They can understand if they lose to Germany, that country is not weak.

But what the hell is Romania?

How many wizards are there in that country?

So what if the opponent uses powerful magic equipment?

Could it be that the UK couldn’t afford it or produce it?

Looking down, these people became angrier.

I bought these equipment from Diagon Alley?!

Whether it is the "Daily Prophet" or "Wizard Weekly", they have revealed information intentionally or unintentionally that the Celia Shop once tried to cooperate and negotiate with the Ministry of Magic.

It went smoothly, but was eventually stopped by Scrimgeour.

All fingers are pointed at the culprit...

Ministry of Magic.

Even if the door was closed, the group of Aurors standing outside could hear Fudge's roar clearly.

"Scrimgeour! I trust you so much that I gave you such an important position in the Auror Office! Look what you have done?!"

"You didn't win a game, and three Aurors couldn't even injure their opponents. Is this how you manage your subordinates?!"

"In a few years, won't you be able to hold a magic wand anymore?"

Outside the office, Kingsley and three other Aurors who participated in the competition had expressions as gloomy as water.

"Minister, this is a conspiracy against us." Scrimgeour raised his head stubbornly and looked directly into Fudge's angry eyes:

"They only used props when they played against us, and they were deliberately suppressing us."

"I don't care about this, and neither do the people. Their approval ratings won't listen to your sophistry. If you lose, you lose!"

Fudge angrily tore the newspaper on the table to pieces.

"If you hadn't rejected the purchase contract at the beginning, would this problem have arisen now?"

"I did it to save money for the ministry." Scrimgeour was still defending himself. He didn't think he had done anything wrong.

"What the hell kind of money!" Fudge pointed at his nose and yelled: "Bulgaria and Lithuania can afford it, but we in the UK can't afford it?"

"Look what the newspaper said? It said that all this money was stolen by you and me!"

The veins on Scrimgeour's forehead popped out, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"I will take remedial measures, and I will not let the people lose confidence in Aurors."

He hates the Celia store now. If they hadn't sold the goods to the Ministry of Magic of other countries, would he be called a grandson now?

"Waiting for you to make amends?" Fudge sneered, turned around, picked up the windbreaker on the hanger, and put it on himself.

"The Wizengamot will launch an integrity investigation against you. Now you are only the temporary director of the Auror Office. You are no longer qualified to remedy the situation.

Scrimgeour looked up sharply, but Fudge didn't look at him and walked straight out the door.

"I'm going to that store now to negotiate a purchase agreement. If you want to come, just follow me."

With that said, Fudge opened the door, looked at the Auror at the door with disdain, and walked towards the elevator. .