46. Hermione: I Want To See Your Bird

Angrily, Snape deducted another fifteen points from Hufflepuff and stormed off. Wayne was left looking dissatisfied. 

Show off your spirit of deducting points from Gryffindor. You only deducted so much, who are you looking down on? 

Surrounded by a group of Hufflepuffs, Wayne returned to their common room. The amount of information this morning was truly astonishing. 

First, the Phoenix appeared, and then Wayne bought a Nimbus 2000. For Quidditch players, the Nimbus 2000 was their dream broomstick. 

As for Snape deducting points from Wayne, is this a thing? 

The only houses that truly compete for the Academy Cup every year are Slytherin and Gryffindor. 

Slytherin competes for the glory of pure blood, Gryffindor competes for their reputation, and they must not lose to the Slytherins. 

Ravenclaw will fight for it if there's hope, but won't put too much energy into it. Most people focus on their affairs and let the collective honor take its course. This is also reflected in the Quidditch game. 

The Hufflepuffs, however, always maintain a nonchalant attitude. 

What School cup? If we don't create it, what does it have to do with us? 

Do you want points deducted? Just be quiet. To show my sadness, I will eat three more bowls later, okay? 

This attitude makes Wayne's life very comfortable. He can do whatever he wants without anyone gossiping behind his back or isolating him. 

If he had been assigned to Gryffindor, he would have started to be criticized by now. 

"Come on, take a look," Cedric begged, hugging Wayne's leg as class time approached. 

Wayne trembled and kicked Cedric away, throwing the box. 

"Go away quickly, don't disgust me." 

"Gently, this is the Nimbus 2000!" Cedric exclaimed, ecstatically taking the box, surrounded by a group of Quidditch players whose eyes were almost watering. 

After stowing the materials in the dormitory, Wayne hurried to the History of Magic classroom, purposely avoiding the group of perverts on the way out. 

He didn't know what their first class was. Weren't they afraid of being late? 

.... 

In the History of Magic class, Cuthbert Binns performed his usual hypnotic spell and fell half asleep in less than ten minutes. 

Wayne reluctantly listened as Binns talked about the significant impact wizards had on Muggle's history. 

For instance, during the ancient Han Dynasty, the wizard Liu Xiu disguised himself as a Muggle and successfully prolonged the life of the dynasty for over two hundred years. 

What Liu Xiu excelled at was refining the Felix Felicis also called "Liquid Luck". He took the elixir before every battle, ensuring good luck.

The most exaggerated moment was when he drank a pint of Felix Felicis and burped with satisfaction afterward.

Then, the enemy was killed by meteorites falling from the sky. From that point on, everyone also respected him as the Great Magister Liu Xiu.

Pull, pull.

Wayne woke up from his sleep when he felt his sleeve being pulled. "Has class ended?"

Hermione quickly held Wayne down as he stood up and whispered, "Class isn't over yet."

Wayne angrily slapped her hand away. "Then what did you tell me to do?"

Hermione's face turned slightly red and she coyly said, "I...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 for a moment, I will be very gentle and won't hurt her."

Now it was Wayne's turn to feel embarrassed. "Now...now?"

Although his bird wasn't very useful at the moment, it was good to expose her to the world beforehand. Alas, Hermione had to make that request during class. He also had to use magic to block other people's perceptions.

"Of course not," the little witch rolled her eyes. "How can I touch him in class? Even if Cuthbert Binns is a ghost, we can't bully him like this."

Wayne followed her lead. "You let me know the time, and I'll do it."

Hermione thought for a moment. "You are going to have afternoon tea with Principal Dumbledore, so after dinner, there is still a lot of time before curfew."

"No problem," Wayne agreed. "I'll find you wherever I can."

"On the lawn," Hermione added.

Exciting...

Wayne's body trembled.

Hermione then said, "By the way, what does Fox like to eat? I'll prepare some snacks for him."

The young man looked at her in disbelief. "Are you talking about Fox?"

"Otherwise?" Hermione gave him a strange look. "Do you have other birds?"

"Haha, I won't show it to you," Wayne laughed.

...

In the afternoon spells class, Wayne brilliantly completed the Slowing Charm, earning back half of the twenty points he had lost in the morning.

Professor Flitwick looked at Wayne's departing figure and sighed. 

Some people are simply born different from others and destined to be the protagonist, like Dumbledore or the Slytherin student who once won the Special Contribution Award. Wayne was gradually revealing similar traits.

Not to mention the fact that a little wizard could have a phoenix as a pet, Wayne's magical talent alone made him particularly jealous. No spell could trouble him. To test Wayne's talent, Flitwick taught him a spell of his creation. After reading it, Wayne mastered the slowing spell in just two attempts.

Why was such a talented wizard assigned to Hufflepuff?

Wayne was unaware of Flitwick's resentment as he had already reached the eighth floor.

The principal's office was guarded by a gargoyle. When he saw Wayne, he asked lazily:

"Password."

"Pile of cockroaches."

"Ugh~!" The gargoyle made a face of disgust and turned to open the door.

"Every time I hear this password, I feel uncomfortable for a long time. Please tell Dumbledore to change it quickly. Opening the door every day is just too unpleasant."

"Let me suggest something. How about changing it to a scarab?"

"Get out! That's just... yuck!"

"You have no sense of propriety, young wizard. You should be ashamed!"