Chapter 422
[Intentional Punch: Blocking enemy attacks will accumulate special potential energy, which will burst out and return to the opponent in one breath, with great power. ]
[Note: The damage to enemies of the opposite sex will increase dramatically. ]
Wayne's mouth twitched.
Opposite-sex enemies
If Old G or Old Dumbledore were bottoms... would this count?
Far away in Nurmengard, Grindelwald, who was sleeping under a thin blanket, sneezed unconsciously.
"Forget it, just like card magic, just treat it as a means of attack."
Wayne was still very happy. The biggest gain today was not the two epic rewards, but the discovery that the system could actually explode equipment.
Clicking on the attribute panel, Wayne also took a look at his current strength status:
[Host: Wayne Lawrence
Magic: SSS (current magic 2.6 DENG)
Spells: SSS
Defense against Dark Magic (White Magic): SSS
Dark Magic: SSS+
Transfiguration: SSS
Potions: SSS-
Alchemy: SS
Special Talents: Gathering Storm, Thunder Lord's Decree, slightly...]
[Strength Rating: Invincible in the world, you can shout out loud that I don't eat beef anymore. ]
Invincible in the world.
A few words show Wayne's current situation.
What Grindelwald, Dumbledore, and Fufu are all a group of Western European Jerry, none of them can fight.
That is, they can run away.
After all, the means of escape in the magic world are varied and hard to guard against.
At that time, James Pott was able to escape from Voldemort's hands three times and was then marked as a mortal enemy.
Try harder!
Wayne clapped his hands and encouraged himself.
He could feel that he was about to reach the late stage at this stage and would soon touch the barrier. As long as he could break through, he would be a legend in the world.
The reason for his rapid progress was not only the effect of the Ravenclaw crown, but also his hard work.
Ahem...
This was also part of the reason.
Moreover, the Storm Gathering began to exert its strength.
The Storm Gathering was not noticeable in the early stage, and it gave back magic power every three months, with a small increase, but as time went on, this value gradually became terrifying.
In the past year, he almost increased his magic power by one Dun.
How many Snapes would that be...
Wayne estimated that if this trend continued, he would still hit a roadblock before graduation even if he did nothing.
If he worked a little harder...
Let's set a small goal, to break through to the legendary level in the fifth grade, or at most the sixth grade.
Looking at the moon in the sky, Wayne spread his palms, and the Holy Grail appeared in his hands, spinning around.
It reflected a faint fluorescence under the moonlight.
Now the Holy Grail is only a shell, and the hugeAfter the magic power was completely unlocked, it flowed into his forehead. He could make a wish as long as he thought about it.
What he was worried about now was how to use this wish.
Directly improving his strength was definitely the worst choice.
The system said that he didn't like beef anymore, and his current progress was not slow. Using a precious wish only saved some time, and there was no need to do so.
Unless he encountered difficulties when breaking through the legend, he might be able to borrow some strength.
Thinking about the various uses of wishes, Wayne gradually closed his eyes.
Officially entering the holiday, Wayne was not idle for a moment and immediately started the debt repayment mode.
He spent most of this year in school and rarely had the opportunity to go back to London, so he naturally spent less time with Penelope and Grace.
Grace was fine. The two of them would spar with each other from time to time in the evening, but Penelope was still living with her family, which was really inconvenient.
Now that Penelope has finished her NEWTs exam, she is officially graduated and can move out of her home. Wayne immediately found a house near the Ministry of Magic as a home for the two of them.
Then he didn't go home for two days and two nights.
The blonde wavy senior is now like a blooming cosmos, exuding amazing charm, making Wayne love her.
But on the third day, Wayne had to come out.
"You want to resign?"
At Grace's house, Wayne looked at the girl in front of him in great surprise: "Why, someone in the Auror office bullied you?"
Just now, Grace suddenly told him that she was going to resign from the Ministry of Magic.
To be precise, it should be considered resignation.
She just passed the Auror test, but she has not reported to the Ministry of Magic.
"No." Grace shook her head: "Although there are a few annoying people in the Auror office, we don't interact with each other, and we don't interfere with each other."
"I just think it's too boring. Every day's life is boring and a bit boring."
Wayne opened his mouth, not knowing how to persuade.
"Then what else do you want to do? I support you."
He didn't insist that Grace become an Auror, but he was afraid that she would run around alone and break into some dangerous ancient tombs.
Grace didn't answer, but asked: "Is there any news from Borgin and Burke?"
"He was busy dealing with the Rosier family a while ago, and he only freed up his hands recently. There won't be any progress for a while."
"Then I'll go traveling." Grace leaned in Wayne's arms and twisted a little: "I plan to travel around the world in a year."
"What should I do?" Wayne was unhappy.
Grace looked at him with a half-smile: "Can you still handle this?"
"That's a must." Wayne was very shameless: "At worst I can steal a time converter, and I can handle this."
Grace: "......”
This man is hopeless, he actually wants to use a time converter to manage time.
“Just one year, okay?” Grace hugged Wayne’s head and whispered softly like coaxing a child: “You know, I can’t sit still. I’ll go out and see everything. Maybe I’ll be able to sit still in the future.”
“I’ll make it up to you when I come back.”
Wayne was still a little reluctant, but looking at her attitude, it seemed that she really wanted to go for a walk, so he had no choice but to agree.
That’s good. Britain will definitely not be peaceful next year, and going out can avoid some dangers.
“Then wait a few more days, I’ll prepare some self-defense items for you. "
After that, he took out a large bag of coins and a bank card, and Grace did not refuse.
The relationship between the two no longer needed those hypocritical courtesies.
She was Wayne's, so what if she used some money?
So Wayne stayed at Grace's house for a few more days and made a set of equipment for her.
Attack and defense, escape and save life, everything is available.
There are also two bottles of Phoenix King's tears for emergency use, which can be said to be armed to the teeth.
On the first day of July, Grace had already bought a ticket to Constantinople.
Wayne sent her to the airport.
After the last kiss, Grace pulled out a gem necklace from her chest, took it off from the back, and put it in Wayne's hand.
"Leave it to you as a souvenir."
Wayne was a little confused: "I have never seen you take off this necklace, why did you suddenly give it to me. ”
Grace gathered her hair, looked at the jewel necklace in Wayne’s hand, and smiled charmingly:
“The director of the orphanage said that this jewel necklace has been with me since I was a child. It is my most precious treasure. But now that I have you, why do I still keep it?” (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)
“But...”
Before Wayne wanted to say something, a finger was placed on his lips.
“Keep it for me. Don’t lose it. "
After saying that, Grace turned and left.
Looking at her back, Wayne shook his head helplessly and had to put the necklace away.
He planned to use this as a clue to help Grace find out her life experience.
Walking out of the airport and looking at the bright sunshine above his head, Wayne always felt that he seemed to have something he hadn't done, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
After being stunned for a long time, he suddenly slapped his forehead.
"Crouch!"
It has been many days since he came back, and he has forgotten that Crouch was still detained by Fudge.
Because of Barty Jr., he has been kept in the temporary prison of the Ministry of Magic by Fudge and has not been sent to Azkaban, mainly because he has not thought of a good reason.
Because Fudge did not admit that Voldemort was resurrected, he naturally could not admit that Barty Jr. had escaped and almost killed him.
SoThere was no excuse to convict Crouch.
But it was not good to let Crouch be locked up like this. Wayne quickly contacted several Wizengamot members and asked them to put pressure on the Ministry of Magic.
Finally, two days later, Crouch was reinstated and walked out of the Ministry of Magic safely.
Wayne also came to his home as soon as possible.
"You have suffered these days." Wayne patted Crouch's shoulder affectionately.
"Nothing."
Crouch said he was used to his boss's unreliability.
Besides, Fudge didn't dare to use any private actions on him during the days he was locked up, but only restricted his range of activities.
"What's the situation?"
He was locked up before he knew what happened, and he only knew it was related to Barty Jr.
Wayne pulled out a wisp of memory.
"You can see for yourself."
Crouch took out the helmet, absorbed the memory, and then put it on his head to check.
After a long time, he took it off, with a complicated look.
Wayne also took out the body of little Barty, which was enchanted. Even after so many days, it still looked like it had just died.
Looking at the bloodless face, Crouch didn't know how to express his current feelings.
After all, he was his only son, and it was also the last request entrusted to him by his deceased wife. []
He would definitely feel sad if he died like this.
But Crouch knew that little Barty had to die.
He had done too many wrong things, and he had no intention of repenting. Even if Wayne brainwashed him and changed his cognition, would modifying his memory mean that his past crimes disappeared?
If there really was such a rule, then the order of society would be truly gone. If anyone wanted to kill someone, they could just do it directly, and then clear the memory afterwards.
"Winky." Crouch called hoarsely.
The house-elf Winky appeared immediately, looking at little Barty on the ground, her big eyes full of tears, and seeing Wayne standing beside her, she didn't even dare to cry.
"Bury the young master in the clan land, in the grave that has been prepared for him long ago."
"Yes, master."
The house-elf took little Barty away, and Crouch took out a bottle of red wine and drank three glasses in a row, his face flushed, and then he let out a long sigh and adjusted his mood.
"Let me guess, Fudge chose the stupidest path and refused to acknowledge Voldemort's resurrection, right?"
"Yes."
"So he and Dumbledore broke up?"
"The grudge has been going on for a long time, and Fudge's dissatisfaction with Dumbledore is not just one or two days." Wayne sat opposite Crouch and said with emotion: "He has been unhappy with Dumbledore since he was the director of the Department of Magical Hazards more than ten years ago."
"Oh?" Crouch was a little surprised this time: "Did Fudge tell you?"
"He talked to me once after returning to London."
"In fact, he already believed in Voldemort in his heartHe came back, but still wanted to struggle, so he made a deal with me. ”
“Let me not interfere in the feud between him and Dumbledore, and prepare a decent retreat for him, and don't liquidate him.”
“In return, he will put my people in the right position, and when he steps down, he can smoothly take over the Ministry of Magic.”
“Is this really Fudge's idea?” Crouch was a little unconvinced.
Wayne said lightly: “I used Legilimency, it was his own idea.”
“Then it seems that I underestimated him.”
Crouch made the same sigh as Wayne did at the beginning. He always thought that Fudge was a pure idiot, but he still had some brains at the critical moment.
“What do you think?” Crouch relaxed a little: “Will Mrs. Greengrass become the Minister of Magic?”
“She never had this plan. "Wayne shook his head: "After Astoria recovered, Mrs. Greengrass wanted to spend most of her time with the family."
"Then I will do it?" Crouch frowned.
It's not that he doesn't want to be the Minister of Magic, but he has a serious stain on him, especially after Voldemort's return, it will be infinitely magnified.
"Not really." Wayne's mouth curled up slightly: "I will push you to the position of Director of the Auror Office, and you will be in charge of the armed forces."
"Who did you choose? "Crouch was a little confused.
Wayne has a lot of cards in his hand, but only he and Mrs. Greengrass are qualified to be the Minister of Magic.
Could it be Amelia Bones?
Although the two have a good relationship, Bones's character will never take sides. It is not a good thing for such a person who pursues right and wrong too much to join their...small group. It is easy to have conflicts of ideas.
Wayne picked up the black tea on the table, blew it, and then drank it all.
He said something that Crouch didn't understand.
"The weather in Scotland is so cold in summer. It's time to add a piece of clothing for Professor Dumbledore..."