Hogwarts: Please Graduate Soon

"Oh, right." Wayne slapped his forehead, reflecting on it. "Before we get into your business, here's a spell Professor Quirrell gave me this morning. I'm having trouble understanding it—could you help me out?"

Wayne just needed an excuse; he couldn't let it look like he had noticed anything unusual about Quirrell. Dumbledore straightened up at Wayne's words and examined the spell written on the parchment. About ten minutes later, he picked up his wand and began to chant the spell.

Zzzz!

A small lightning net appeared in the air and quickly dissipated.

"Well," Dumbledore smiled, handing the parchment back to Wayne. "This spell is perfectly fine. It's rare to find lightning spells these days; it must be something Quirrell dug up from some ruins."

"With your talent, you'll master it in no time." Dumbledore then explained his understanding and offered some tips.

Wayne listened intently. After all, Dumbledore was outstanding—he grasped a lot in such a short time. Soon enough, Wayne successfully cast the spell too. To keep a trick up his sleeve, he intentionally suppressed the Lord of Thunder's decree.

Even so, it was enough to impress Dumbledore.

"Mr. Lawrence, you are the most exceptional student I have ever encountered, perhaps the best in the history of this school." This phrase had once been used to assess Voldemort, but in front of Wayne, it seemed even Voldemort would pale in comparison.

"Professor, you flatter me," Wayne said, 'shyly' lowering his head, "I'm still a long way from being on your level."

In terms of white magic, Wayne is confident that his talent has already surpassed that of old Dumbledore. However, when it comes to dark magic… this elderly man before him is not merely a wizard who dabbles in white magic; his talent for dark magic is just as formidable. He is a dark magic master recognized by the first Dark Lord, Grindelwald.

After some mutual flattery, and taking advantage of Dumbledore's good mood, Wayne asked quite a few questions.

In the morning, he received guidance from Voldemort, and in the afternoon, Dumbledore gave him some special lessons. With two teachers of such caliber, Wayne absorbed their knowledge and experience like a thirsty sponge. After a solid class, he remembered that Hermione and Qiu were still waiting for him, prompting him to steer the conversation back on track.

"Here's the thing," Dumbledore began as he explained the reason for Wayne's invitation.

"You sent me a few Phoenix feathers, which are quite different from Fawkes'. I am not an expert in magical creatures, so I forwarded one to an old friend of mine."

"He has considerable expertise in magical creatures and would not be overstated to be called the finest researcher in the field. Today, I received a letter back from him, and he was quite surprised. He also wrote a letter to you, which I will pass along."

As Dumbledore spoke, he placed a letter in front of Wayne. By the end of his narration, even though Dumbledore didn't mention any names, Wayne had already guessed who that old friend was.

The master of magical creatures.

Ugh!

More accurately, the magical creatures expert, the legend of Hufflepuff Academy, and the man the first Dark Lord hated the most.

Newt Scamander!