Furious, Snape deducted another fifteen points from Hufflepuff and stormed off.
Only Wayne was left, looking unsatisfied.
Use that same energy you use to deduct points from Gryffindor.
You only deducted so little, who do you think you're fooling?
Amidst the cheers of his fellow badgers, Wayne returned to the Hufflepuff common room.
The amount of information this morning was simply overwhelming.
First, there was the Phoenix, then Wayne bought a Firebolt 2000. For those Quidditch players, the Firebolt 2000 was simply their dream broom.
As for Snape deducting points from Wayne?
Was that even a thing?
The House Cup, honestly, only Slytherin and Gryffindor truly cared about it every year.
Slytherin for the glory of pureblood, Gryffindor for their damned pride, and because they absolutely couldn't lose to those bloody snakes.
Ravenclaw would compete if they had a chance, but they wouldn't put in a lot of effort.
Most of them prioritized their own things, collective honor came naturally. This was also reflected in Quidditch matches.
Only the little badgers, the Hufflepuffs, their attitude was always
What cup?
What house?
What House Cup?
I don't know, what does it have to do with us?
You want to deduct points?
Go ahead and deduct, to express my sadness, I'll eat three big bowls later, okay?
This kind of attitude made Wayne's life so comfortable. He could cause trouble without anyone whispering behind his back or isolating him.
If he had been sorted into Gryffindor, he probably would have already been pointed at and gossiped about.
"Let me see, just for a second."
Seeing that class was about to start, Cedric clung to Wayne's leg and begged.
Wayne shuddered, kicked him away, and threw the box over.
"Get lost, don't make me sick."
"Easy, it's a Firebolt 2000!" Cedric took the box, overjoyed. All the Quidditch players surrounded him, their eyes almost dripping with water.
After placing his materials in the dormitory, Wayne hurried towards the History of Magic classroom, specifically avoiding those perverts on his way out.
I wonder what their first class is, aren't they afraid of being late?
.......
In the History of Magic class, Professor Binns continued to perform his grand hypnosis, and within ten minutes half of the students were asleep.
Wayne barely listened. It was about the major impact of wizards on Muggle history.
For example, in the ancient Han Dynasty, the wizard Liu Xiu disguised himself as a Muggle, successfully extending the life of the Han Dynasty for two hundred years.
Liu Xiu's greatest skill was brewing Felix Felicis. Before every battle, he would take Felix Felicis, and therefore had good luck.
The most exaggerated time, he directly drank a pint of Felix Felicis, and after finishing it, he burped with satisfaction.
Then, the enemy was struck by a meteorite that fell from the sky.
Since then, everyone also respectfully called him the Grand Magus Liu Xiu.
Pull~ Pull~
Feeling his sleeve being pulled, Wayne woke up from his sleep.
"Is class over?"
Hermione quickly pressed down on Wayne who was about to get up and leave, saying in a small voice:
"Not yet."
Wayne impatiently swatted her hand away: "Then what do you want me to do."
Hermione's face flushed slightly, and she said shyly:
"I... I... want to touch your bird."
Wayne looked at her in shock, as if he couldn't believe his ears.
"What did you say?"
"I want to touch your bird." The little witch looked at Wayne pitifully: "Just once, I'll be very gentle, I won't hurt her."
Now it was Wayne's turn to feel embarrassed: "Now... now?"
Although this bird was still unusable, it was good for her to experience the world early.
Sigh, Hermione was really something, she had to ask for this during class.
He had to cast a spell to block other people's perception.
"Of course not." The little witch rolled her eyes: "How could I touch it during class? Even though Professor Binns is a ghost, he can't be bullied like this."
Wayne readily agreed: "You tell me the time, I can do it."
Hermione thought for a moment: "You're going to have afternoon tea with Headmaster Dumbledore, so how about after dinner? There's still plenty of time before curfew."
"No problem." Wayne readily agreed, "Where do I find you."
"On the lawn."
Exciting...
Wayne's body shuddered.
Only to hear Hermione say: "By the way, what does Fawkes like to eat? I'll get some snacks for him."
The young man looked at her incredulously: "You're talking about Fawkes?"
"Who else?" Hermione gave him a strange look: "Do you have another bird?"
"Haha, even if I do, I won't show you." Wayne chuckled, "I thought you were talking about Fawkes."
"Then after dinner, okay? I have something to talk to you about too."
He said so, how could a little witch turn into a little slut.
......
In the afternoon Charms class, Wayne successfully completed the Slowing Charm, earning back half of the twenty points he had lost in the morning.
Professor Flitwick looked at Wayne's departing back and sighed with some emotion.
Some people are born different from others, born to be the main character, like Dumbledore, like the former Slytherin student who once won the Special Contribution Award.
Wayne was gradually showing similar characteristics.
Not to mention a young witch having a Phoenix as a pet, which was an outrageous thing, but just Wayne's magic talent alone made him incredibly envious.
No charm could stump him. To test Wayne's talent, Flitwick taught him one of his own self-created spells.
After reading it, he only tried it twice, and Wayne learned the spell, which had a slowing and mental confusion effect.
Such a good young witch, how could she be sorted into Hufflepuff?
Wayne was oblivious to Flitwick's resentment, he had already arrived on the eighth floor.
The Headmaster's office was guarded by a gargoyle with a dripping spout. Seeing Wayne, he lazily asked:
"Password."
"Cockroach pile."
"Ugh!" The gargoyle made a very human-like vomiting expression, spun around and opened the door.
"Every time I hear this password, I feel sick for a long time. Little witch, tell Dumbledore to change the password, I have to be disgusted every time I open the door."
"I'll try, how about Scarab?"
"Go away! That's just... Ugh!"
"You little witch are not playing fair, you're so bad!"