Chapitre 39: 39. Wayne: I'm Hufflepuff, How Could I Lie To You?
"I have discovered that you possess a unique ability to take something very negative and transform it into something positive."
Snape, relying on Dumbledore's intimidating presence, examined the wounds on the three-headed dog before speaking sarcastically.
"Someone who can bring a three-headed dog to such a state of injury might very well be the next Dark Lord. Are you still in the mood to praise this individual?"
"If you hadn't informed me that it was a student who broke in, I would have thought it was Quirrell..."
Surprise flickered in Snape's eyes. He had just been discussing Quirrell's issues with Dumbledore in his office when a portrait burst in, informing them that another young wizard had broken into the forbidden area and that Filch had been lured away.
The two of them came together.
"I don't believe so." Dumbledore maintained his smile. "Tom..."
"Don't mention that name!"
Snape trembled all over as if he had encountered something incredibly terrifying.
"Alright." Dumbledore sounded a bit resigned. "Severus, if you truly want to defeat the Dark Lord, you must learn to face him; at the very least, treat him as an ordinary person."
"Ordinary person?" Snape sneered.
In the entire world, you are the only one who has the confidence to claim that the Dark Lord is just an ordinary person.
Oh, perhaps there is one more, the elder at Nurmengard.
"Let's return to the topic at hand." Dumbledore's eyes gleamed, and his expression grew more serious.
"The emergence of the Dark Lord was accompanied by a multitude of accidents and a chain of poor choices that led him down his current path."
As he spoke of Voldemort, Dumbledore couldn't help but let out a sigh. "If only I had been able to influence him properly from the beginning, maybe the subsequent events wouldn't have unfolded."
Snape scoffed at Dumbledore's perspective. "Some people are inherently wicked. If you possessed the capability, you should have eliminated him while he was still in school!"
"I haven't killed anyone in eighty-two years..." Sadness flitted through Dumbledore's eyes.
"Don't dwell on the past any longer. Who is this young wizard? Don't pretend you don't know. You have spies all over the castle."
Snape knew very well that, despite his usual aloofness, there was no secret within Hogwarts that Dumbledore didn't know.
The same held for Quirrell; that fool thought he was concealing it successfully.
But the moment he appeared, not only Dumbledore, but Snape himself could sense the foul and repugnant odor.
There had to have been contact with that person!
"I truly don't know," Dumbledore pondered for a moment. "I merely have a rough idea, but it would be irresponsible to jump to conclusions."
"Hmph, just protect them."
Without uttering another word, Snape was too uninterested to spend any more time with him. He left behind two bottles of healing potion and strode away, his robes billowing after him.
In the corridor, only Dumbledore remained, using healing spells to mend the three-headed dog's injuries."Wayne Lawrence, what a terrifying talent."
Snape was right when he said that the entire castle was under Dumbledore's watchful eye. He was referring to the omnipresent portraits.
Each portrait was intended, at the time of its creation, to serve the current principal.
The actions of the four will certainly not be overlooked. Although Dumbledore didn't know the specific situation upon entering the room, he was well aware of the abilities of the other three.
Only Wayne, the young wizard who had just entered school, held the right answer.
Perhaps he should divert his attention and focus more on other exceptional students.
....
The following day.
At nine o'clock in the morning, Wayne yawned and went to the bathroom to freshen up, put on a clean robe, and finally fully woke up.
He had been exhausted from his work in the forbidden book section the previous day. Wayne only realized it was time to leave once he heard the rooster's crow on campus.
This is where the real treasure lies.
Any book placed in the restricted book area must possess its unique qualities or dangers.
For instance, the book "Alchemy Soul: Equivalent Exchange" that Wayne had been reading contained many hazardous methods of item refinement, some even risking death.
It was still too early for him to be reading this and his knowledge was limited.
Without conducting extensive experiments, recklessly refining high-level alchemical items would certainly be unwise.
However, Wayne did not come away empty-handed; it was safe to say that the trip was worth it.
Finding an owl from the school, Wayne quickly wrote down the names and quantities of a large amount of materials, stuffed dozens of galleons into his pouch, and sent the owl off to Diagon Alley.
After completing these tasks, he went to the kitchen to have breakfast, then left the castle and headed towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
In September, the Scottish Highlands were already quite chilly. Today was a cloudy day, with heavy humidity. The thick fog concealed the castle, with only the spire visible in the distance.
Following the path along the Black Lake, Wayne walked through the grass and arrived at a small cabin on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest.
To be honest, it couldn't be considered small; at least the door was already three or four meters high. The style was very crude, giving the impression that it had been built quickly by a child.
Before Wayne could get any closer, a black dog beside the cabin barked.
Soon, muffled complaints could be heard from inside the house.
"Ya Ya, is there another little wizard heading for the Forbidden Forest? Stop him immediately!"
Then chaos ensued.
Wayne activated his talent for communicating with animals, and his cries instantly transformed into submissive whimpers.
This was a little trick he had discovered. The talent only took effect when he demonstrated a desire to approach these animals.
"Little wizard, you must stay away from here. The Forbidden Forest is a place you are not allowed to go."
Hagrid finally emerged, with messy hair and a tangled beard, giving him a disheveled appearance. Standing at a height of almost three meters and with a body width of two meters, he resembled a little giant.
"Hello, my name is Wayne Lawrence. I have no intentions of entering the Forbidden Forest. I came here to find you."
Wayne smiled innocently and continued to stroke the dog's head affectionately.
"You're looking for me? Don't try any tricks, I won't be fooled."
Hagrid remained cautious. Little wizards often resorted to deceit to gain access to the Forbidden Forest.
He called out to Yaya, "Yaya, come here quickly!"
To his surprise, his dog seemed oblivious and continued sitting obediently, allowing Wayne to play with him.
"Indeed, I require your assistance. I forgot to mention, I am a first-year student in Hufflepuff."
"I am Hufflepuff. I have no reason to deceive you."
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