McGonagall recounted the day's events in detail, particularly the wand selection process.
Dumbledore gradually formed an impression of the young wizard named Wayne Lawrence.
Orphaned, but of noble lineage.
He had a Muggle government official uncle.
He didn't follow the rules, going to Gringotts to exchange gold galleons for the first time with actual gold.
Most importantly, his talent was evident.
Upon touching the wand most suited for him, he could unleash the Patronus Charm instinctively. Even with Dumbledore's vast knowledge and experience, he had never heard of such a thing.
“It seems we are about to have a genius student, and a future famous alumnus.”
Dumbledore was very happy, and his white beard twitched.
“I hope he's well-behaved,” McGonagall said, somewhat worried, remembering Wayne's question at the Leaky Cauldron.
“A pair of Weasley twins is already enough of a headache.”
Dumbledore didn't seem to mind, “Students are better off being lively.”
Whenever he saw these energetic students, Dumbledore felt a genuine sense of comfort. These young wizards were his most precious treasure.
After a few more words, Professor McGonagall left the Headmaster's office.
Dumbledore also put Wayne's matter aside. He had many problems to think about.
The Boy Who Lived was about to arrive at Hogwarts, as if fate was pulling the strings. Voldemort, who had been silent for ten years, had resurfaced and set his sights on the Philosopher's Stone.
He had specifically borrowed it from Nicolas Flamel, and had deliberately leaked the news.
This was bait.
He could use it to test Harry, but also to attract Voldemort's attention and observe his condition.
To be absolutely sure, he needed to make more thorough preparations.
Sighing, Dumbledore picked up a copy of the Daily Prophet. The front page headline was about the Gringotts robbery that had taken place a few days ago.
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“Accio teacup!”
Wayne lay comfortably on the sofa, picking up the wand on the table and uttering the spell.
A teacup filled with red tea flew steadily from the kitchen and landed in his hand.
Not a drop of tea was spilled throughout the process.
After taking a sip of tea, Wayne put down his wand and tapped the cup twice.
Water flowed, and the cup was filled again.
According to the first rule of Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration, food cannot be conjured out of thin air.
Wayne didn't just conjure red tea, he used the Accio Charm to 'summon' red tea from the teapot in the kitchen into the cup.
“The Muffle Charm and wandless magic are considered 入门, but I can only use them on simple spells.”
The Replenishing Charm was a simple magic, so he could perform it without a wand, or even without saying the incantation.
But the Accio Charm was much harder, a fifth-year spell. Wayne couldn't perform it wandlessly yet.
Wayne's magical abilities far exceeded the standards of a first-year student, or rather, surpassed most of the young wizards at Hogwarts.
But the deeper one's understanding of magic, the more profound it becomes.
The magic in the Harry Potter universe is too subjective, it can be called "俺寻思之力", emphasizing that you get what you think about.
A wizard's level is not determined by how many spells they know.
It's about how deeply they understand magic and how much they know about their own hearts.
At least for now, Wayne felt he was about the same level as Hermione in the original story. He knew a lot of spells, but he wasn't strong enough. He was broad but not deep.
“Forget it, why am I pushing myself so hard.” Wayne shook his head with a chuckle, realizing he had been a bit anxious these past few days, eager to realize his potential.
But in reality, he wasn't even a first-year student, at best he was a prospective young wizard.
After finishing the tea in his cup, Wayne got up and went into the kitchen to prepare a simple dinner.
The servants and chefs had been reassigned to other positions.
Although it was a lot more convenient, it was a bit of a hassle to prepare his own meals three times a day.
Today was the tenth day since he got the Pokémon Egg. By his calculations, it should be hatching soon.
So after making dinner, Wayne didn't finish it in the dining room, but carried the plate back to his bedroom to wait, so that the little guy wouldn't find his mama when he was born.
No, it's daddy.
When he finished eating, the little guy still hadn't hatched.
So Wayne stayed put, leaning on the desk in a daze, thinking about which house he should join.
Slytherin was definitely out of the question, even if the Sorting Hat recommended it, he wouldn't go.
A Muggle-born wizard joining Slytherin was just asking for trouble. If he wanted to have an easy time, he would probably have to subdue all the snakes like Voldemort did back then.
In that case, his points would probably explode, but it was too much trouble.
It was also easy to get noticed by Dumbledore.
Gryffindor wasn't a good choice either.
Firstly, he was too close to Harry, basically living under Dumbledore's surveillance, which was not very free.
Secondly, Wayne didn't like the Gryffindor way.
It sounds nice to say bravery and adventure, but it's simply a bunch of loud fools, and they are extremely prejudiced against those who don't fit in.
Like Hermione at the beginning.
We're all having fun, being mischievous and showing off.
Why are you studying so hard?
Also, Gryffindor values collective honor very much. Even if Harry loses points for the house, he will be pointed at and subjected to cold violence.
On the one hand, it's the biggest group of mischief-makers in school, on the other hand, it's also the one that craves collective honors like the House Cup the most.
What kind of ultimate contradictory body is this?
Wayne didn't want to suffer.
That leaves Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.
Where should he go?
Crack! Crack!
The crisp sound of the eggshell cracking reached his ears, pulling Wayne back from his thoughts. He quickly raised his head.
Gently holding the Pokémon Egg, placing it on a soft velvet cushion, Wayne's eyes were full of anticipation.
He wanted a cute Pokémon like Gardevoir, Sylveon, or Meloetta.
Of course, he wouldn't mind a Rayquaza or Kyurem.
Crack!
The top half of the eggshell completely separated, and the little guy revealed himself.
Wayne leaned in, then widened his eyes.
“This is... a Pidgeotto?”
“Pidgey!”