11. Miss Know-It-All

After spending some time in the pet shop, Wayne began to understand the power of his gift for connecting with magical animals.

No matter how challenging the tsundere monster was, it would obediently surround him and could be tamed with a little contact.

Not only that, Wayne could also vaguely sense the emotions of these animals and understand the meaning behind their calls.

Even the magical animals here were used as pets by wizards and were already domesticated.

But Wayne believed that this talent could still be beneficial even when encountering wild or more dangerous magical animals.

"Newt probably has a similar talent, or else how could he be running around with a box of dangerous creatures?" Wayne thought to himself.

If he wanted, he could bring a zoo along with him in the future, just like Newt.

But he wouldn't do that.

Those magical creatures are dangerous; even a seemingly harmless Niffler could cause big trouble.

Newt spent his life either working as a tool for Dumbledore or tending to the needs of these magical creatures.

He had been prohibited from entering dozens of countries by their Ministry of Magic.

Even in the United States, where he now resides, the Magical Congress there would be very nervous if it weren't for the fact that Newt had saved their Magical Society and helped capture Grindelwald.

They truly didn't want this walking natural disaster settling in their country.

Wayne didn't want to end up like Newt, who people despised.

Under the reluctant gazes of a group of pets, Wayne turned around and walked away without mercy.

Even the store clerk was confused.

No.

If you're not buying a pet or pet supplies, what are you doing here?

..

After leaving the pet store, unaware that he was nearly blacklisted, Wayne headed to Flourish and Blotts Bookstore.

At the entrance of the bookstore, there was a large poster displayed on a tripod. The greasy middle-aged wizard on the poster kept staring suggestively, causing many passing witches to stop and stare. It was quite magical.

Seeing Wayne looking at him, he immediately put on a professional smile, showcasing his eight shining teeth.

But in reality, Wayne was truly reading the lines above the wizard's head.

[Mr. Lockhart, a four-time recipient of the "Wizard Weekly" Most Charming Smile Award, a third-level Order of Merlin member, and an honorary member of the Dark Arts Alliance, has just released his latest book - "Walking with Trolls"!]

Wayne pondered.

This big liar in the wizarding world is now thriving and has published five or six books. I don't know why he can't just retire and continue writing. Why does he insist on teaching at Hogwarts?

Does he truly expect people to believe that he accomplished all the things written in these books?

But when Wayne saw the price of the book "Walking with Trolls" in the store, he suddenly realized something.

Seven galleons? He bought three standard spell books for less than five galleons. The price was simply a money grab. Did this guy agree to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor just to sell books?

A set of thirty or forty galleons, a few hundred for Hogwarts, and nearly a thousand for students, that's tens of thousands of galleons. It's a huge sum of money.

After flipping through it twice, Wayne decided to buy all of Lockhart's books. Apart from the flashy rhetoric, the above content is also full of practical information. After all, these are adaptations of real cases. People in the wizarding world are not fools. If it was all fabricated, Lockhart would have been exposed long ago.

After asking the store clerk to wrap up all Lockhart's books, Wayne started shopping for other books. He is now very interested in all things in the magical world. Learning spells is one aspect, but more importantly, he needs to understand how wizards live and some unique cultures. This can better help him integrate into wizarding society instead of being a magical Muggle.

As for the Dark Lord... To be honest, Wayne didn't underestimate Voldemort and fought for half of his life, but in the end, he couldn't even win a school and was fooled around by words. It's really hard for him to get interested. If Grindelwald came out to start trouble again, it would be okay, at least he has the big picture.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts," buy it. "Encounter with the Faceless Monster," buy it. Complete set of "Standard Spells," buy it. In one breath, Wayne bought all the textbooks for the next few years, even Uncle Newt's "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them." The world's most famous magical beasts book sells for just one galleon, which is a steal compared to Lockhart's book.

Seeing Wayne buying books so crazily, even the manager of Flourish and Blotts couldn't stand it anymore. "Little guy, you must be a freshman who has just entered school. These books will not be used by freshmen at all. It is not too late to buy them when you need them."

"Oh." Wayne first put a copy of "Advanced Potion Making" into the cart, raised his head, and said with a smile, "I have nothing to do during the holidays. Just read it as extracurricular reading. It'll be fine."

Seeing that he was so persistent, the manager stopped trying to persuade him.

The cart was already filled with books, and Wayne finally stopped. Just as I was about to check out, I caught a glimpse of the thickest book, placed in an inconspicuous corner, which was five inches thick. Taking a closer look, it turned out to be "Hogwarts: A School History."Wayne was filled with joy. He had been searching for the miscellaneous secretary that was mentioned in the original book, but he couldn't locate it.

The clerk had told him it was out of stock, but there was another copy tucked away in the corner. Getting down on his knees, Wayne exerted force to pull out the thick book. Despite its slightly dirty appearance, the book was completely new. Wayne didn't mind the dirtiness as long as he could read the book.

"Ouch!"

Two cries of pain echoed simultaneously.

Just as Wayne was about to stand up to proceed to the checkout counter, he experienced a sudden headache and collided with something solid. Massaging his head and stepping back, he finally caught sight of what he had bumped into.

It was a little girl.

Her head was covered with fluffy, unkempt brown hair. She was in pain, holding her chin and revealing her front teeth.

Wayne's happiness only grew.

With such distinctive features, there was no doubt that this was the legendary Miss Know-It-All.