Chapter 486
The next day, everyone was looking forward to the owl bringing today's edition of the Daily Prophet.
They were eager to know the details of yesterday's battle, as well as the most crucial win or loss.
But to everyone's disappointment, the newspaper that used to be well-informed was silent this time.
The Daily Prophet only used the title of "The Battle of the Century" without even a picture, which made many young wizards throw the newspaper on the ground, and then picked it up again and continued to read.
In fact, it was not only the Daily Prophet, but most newspapers did not give their own evaluations on this, nor did they deliberately favor one side. They really couldn't afford to offend both sides.
If you praise Lawrence to the sky, if Grindelwald is unhappy, he can't deal with Lawrence, but the Dark Lord's anger is not something the newspaper can bear.
But if we talk about Grindelwald, although it seems to be a draw, Lawrence was basically suppressing Grindelwald throughout the whole process. It is generally speculated that the reason for the draw in the end is that Lawrence is too young and does not have enough magic power.
As long as he can hold on for a while, he will definitely win.
So in the end, these media can only state it from an objective and fair perspective, trying not to offend both sides~.
"Principal, please tell me the process of the battle."
In the Hufflepuff lounge, Cedric almost knelt down, surrounded by a group of eager badgers. The more vague the newspaper said, the more curious it would be.
Although they knew that the game ended in a draw, everyone wanted to know what powerful magic both sides used in the battle.
"It's time to get off work now, don't call me by my job title." Wayne said hypocritically, and Cedric was so angry that he clenched his fists and looked around again.
"The situation inside is very complicated. I can only say that those who understand will understand. If you don't understand, I can't reveal too much. This matter involves too much..."
Just when everyone couldn't help but revolt, Wayne finally stopped keeping it a secret.
"But... I plan to make a memory playback of the battle process, but there are conditions for watching it."
"What conditions?" Toby asked excitedly.
"Not high, just the top ten in the final exam will be fine. After all, if the grades are not up to standard, you won't learn anything after watching it."
"So simple?" Cedric was overjoyed and said something that angered countless math scumbags.
"It's just the top ten, I won't fall out even if I take the test with my eyes closed, how about you show it to me first?"
"It's not done yet." Wayne stretched and stood up, "Okay, stop hanging around here, it's better to review well with this time, the exam will be in a week, if you don't do well..."
The boy smiled coldly at the right time, "There are rewards for good grades... but there are also punishments for poor grades."
After saying that, he left, leaving a group of students looking at each other.
"I'm going to review." Someone said, and the crowd immediately dispersed.
Let's not talk about rewards first, at least who will be punishedI don't want any of them.
If Professor McGonagall or Sprout said this, it would be fine. At most, they would deduct points from the house, put him in detention, and report his parents.
The bad badger is fearless.
But this is what Wayne said...
God knows what outrageous punishment he can come up with.
After leaving the lounge, Wayne called Astoria to go to the Hog's Head again.
If you ask who is happiest to duel with Grindelwald, it is undoubtedly Aberforth, except for a few dark lords. If Wayne hadn't stopped him yesterday, he would have gone with him.
Anyway, no matter who wants to go against Grindelwald, Aberforth will help.
Before going, Wayne promised to go over for a drink after returning.
It was lunchtime, and there were quite a few people in the Hog's Head. Seeing Wayne and Astoria, Aberforth, who was busy at the bar, brightened his eyes, and then shouted angrily:
"Those who have finished eating, leave quickly, and those who haven't finished eating, take your leftovers and leave quickly."
"Boss, what are you crazy about again?" A regular customer said dissatisfiedly. The environment here is very suitable for people like them to do some shameful transactions, but it's just that the boss's temper is too bad.
A bunch of curses followed, and Aberforth didn't flinch at all, but glared back.
"I'm saving you. Lawrence is here. Don't run away and wait to be caught?"
After being yelled at, the guests noticed Wayne standing at the door, holding the little hand of Rich Lolita, and they were so scared that their souls were about to jump out.
People like them are well-informed, and they have learned a lot of inside information in a short time.
Seeing Wayne standing in front of them, the guests all panicked. Those who could Apparate did so, and those who couldn't jumped out of the window.
In less than ten seconds, the entire bar became empty, and no one was left.
Wayne couldn't help but laugh, "Is my reputation so useful now?"
"More than useful?" Aberforth laughed, "You are now faintly showing the trend of being the number one in the wizarding world. Even if you want to run for Minister of Magic, it will be easy, much better than my useless brother."
"That's hard to say." Wayne showed an unpredictable smile, sitting at the bar and patting the table proudly.
"Bring out the best wine!"
Aberforth was prepared and took out two bottles of champagne, "A century-old collection, is that enough?"
"That's about right." Wayne nodded with satisfaction.
"Ven, I'm going upstairs to find Ariana."
"Go ahead."
Astoria doesn't drink, so she ran upstairs.
The remaining Ven and Aberforth drank and chatted, and the topic revolved around Voldemort.
"I recently met a Death Eater who escaped from Azkaban." Aberforth said, "Dolohov, that man came to my store to inquire about a lot of contraband information, I wonder if it'sPrepared for the mysterious person."
"Him." Wayne suddenly realized.
Antonin Dolohov should be one of the strongest among the many Death Eaters, and he is cruel and murderous.
According to the information Wayne learned, he was born in a declining pure-blood family. He was poor when he went to school, but he pursued power abnormally.
Everyone of the Death Eaters who followed Voldemort had different reasons. Malfoy wanted power, many wanted to fight against Dumbledore and restore the status of pure blood. There were also lunatics like Bella who were impressed by Voldemort's personality. =Charm.
But Dolohov is an exception. He worships neither blood nor power. He is loyal to Voldemort purely because the other party can teach him stronger black magic and make him have stronger power.
Before being imprisoned in Azkaban, it was Dolohov who killed the Prewett brothers, that is, the two brothers of Mrs. Weasley.
The strength is far beyond the average Auror, basically reaching the level of professor.
It is considered Voldemort's right-hand man.
"What does he want to buy?" Wayne asked.
Aberforth said a long list of materials, including poisonous insects and beasts, as well as ordinary medicinal materials, and even bought a few mummies.
"Most of them are probably used to feed the basilisk." Wayne understood his motives after hearing it.
"Basilisk?" Aberforth screamed in surprise.
"Dumbledore didn't tell you that Voldemort raised a basilisk? "
Aberforth took a big gulp of wine in anger, "He didn't tell me anything."
A pair of glasses flew out of Wayne's pocket, "Here, give it to you, just in case. After you put it on, you will never look into the eyes of a basilisk."
Aberforth took it without hesitation.
"I will tell you the first time I have any news. "
Wayne raised his glass and the two clinked glasses.
At night, the world in a suitcase.
Wayne held Astoria in his arms and lay on a recliner, looking up at the stars and talking about Christmas plans. (To read exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)
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This Christmas, Wayne will go to France to stay with Furong for two days, and then go to see Sakura and Tomoyo.
Akira and Hermione will also go on a trip with their families, but Astoria has no plans to go out.
"I'll leave Mia and Hestia with you, and take Rost back with you." Wayne thought about it and made arrangements.
Astoria was a little distressed: "Rost is so big, my house can't fit it."
"It's okay, I'll make a suitcase for you. "
It would take Wayne less than a day to make a suitcase that is about the same size as the current small world, but it would be more troublesome to set up the ecological environment inside.
However, only Rost will stay in it, so just put more fish in the lake.
Astoria narrowed her eyes happily when she heard this.
On Monday, Wayne was in HedgeThe words said in the Patch Lounge have spread throughout the school.
Some are happy and some are sad. The students who study well are looking forward to seeing the battle between the two great wizards, while the students who study poorly are worried about the so-called punishment.
Some people secretly asked Professor McGonagall to see if she knew any inside information, but Professor McGonagall just looked at the little wizard, smiled slightly, and said nothing.
This made the students even more nervous. The more they thought about it, the more scared they became. They all rushed to review.
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Seeing that everyone worked so hard, the professors were also very pleased and secretly sighed that Wayne's reform was indeed effective. []
In the blink of an eye, it was the last day before the exam.
In the last potion class, Snape was furious and sprayed the two little badgers so hard that they couldn't raise their heads.
"You can't even make the simplest separation potion. Have you lent your brains to the troll? It's clearly written on the blackboard that the moonstone needs to be soaked before cutting. Why cut it first and then soak it in water? I think you are the ones with water in your brain!"
After saying that, Snape couldn't help but look at Wayne again.
The reform is not only for students, but also for professors.
If the results do not meet the goals they set in advance, deducting bonuses or even salaries is a small matter. The biggest problem is embarrassment...
When the other three deans have completed their tasks with a smile, but Snape has fallen into the hands of a few crouching dragons and phoenixes, how can he have the face to greet Professor McGonagall and others?
No wonder he is so irritable.
After venting his emotions, the class bell rang.
Snape took a deep breath, "If I find you making such a basic mistake again in the exam, you will have to copy the potion preparation process for me a thousand times in every class from now on. Class dismissed!"
The little wizards were as if they had been pardoned. They picked up their schoolbags and cauldrons and ran out.
Just as Wayne was about to leave, Snape said, "Principal Lawrence, please wait!"
Huh?
Signing Toby and Norman to go first, Wayne stood still and looked back vigilantly.
Snape called him the principal only a few times, except during meetings. This was the first time in private.
With his mind racing, Wayne smiled warmly.
"Severus, what's the matter?"
Snape's cheek twitched, and goose bumps were about to appear.
But he still kept a low profile, "Laurence... Principal, I want to ask, will Professor Weasley officially leave after Christmas?"
"Yes." Wayne nodded with a smile.
Snape was overjoyed, "Then can I take over her? For the Potions class, I will find an absolutely qualified professor."
Since becoming a professor, Snape has been applying for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, but Dumbledore always refuses for various reasons.
But now that Dumbledore has been driven away, his wish should be fulfilled, right?
"So you want to change your post." Wayne suddenly realized, then laughed.
Snape also laughed.
"No."
Snape couldn't laugh anymore. .