Hogwarts: Please, Just Graduate Already!

He wanted to see what his talent in this area was like.

Host: Wayne Lawrence

Magic: A+

Spells: A

Defense Against the Dark Arts: B

Dark Arts: A+

Transfiguration: B

Potions: A

Alchemy: A

Special Talent: Memory Palace (unforgettable memory, increased brain capacity).

Overall Evaluation: A-. With your powerful talent for the Dark Arts, you can become an outstanding dark wizard. Kid, embrace the darkness!

After looking at his panel, Wayne's eyelids twitched nonstop.

An overall evaluation of A-. At first glance, he could be considered a decent genius.

However, his rating was somewhat ridiculous. It was entirely propped up by his outstanding magic and Dark Arts talents. As for Potions and Alchemy—

The reason those two talents had reached A was probably also because of his unforgettable memory.

The problem was, he couldn't use the Dark Arts whenever he wanted. When the time came, the old bee would be the first to summon him for a heart-to-heart.

"Open." Wayne was somewhat exasperated. "Hurry up and open the Template Card for me!" He had been ranked first for six consecutive years, won the grand prize in a mathematics competition, and mastered countless skills. He had been an overwhelmingly powerful elementary school student—well, he was technically a middle school student now.

How could his rating possibly be only A-?

Don't ask. If you ask, it's because the system is suppressing me.

The golden light shattered. Wayne did not see anything clearly before the template transformed into a streak of light and burrowed into the center of his brow. The system notification arrived belatedly.

Congratulations, Host. You have obtained an SS-rank Template: Ancient Greek Archmage—"Invincible Andros"!

His mind felt slightly dizzy, and then his body developed an indescribable sensation.

Magic!

He truly felt the existence of magic.

He could not see or touch it, but when Wayne raised his arm, the teacup on the table floated into the air.

No incantation. No wand.

He merely wished for the teacup to float, and it naturally rose into the air.

In only a few seconds, Wayne had already experienced the change in his talent firsthand. It was a complete world of difference!

There was no one called Andros in his memories, leaving Wayne momentarily confused. Who was this guy? How was he so powerful?

He instinctively opened his current panel again, and his pupils slowly widened.

Chapter Three: Terrifying Magical Talent, A Professor Comes Calling

Host: Wayne Lawrence (Andros's talent inherited)

Magic: SS (A+)

Spells: SS- (A-)

Defense Against the Dark Arts: SS+ (B)

Dark Arts: A+ (Andros's Dark Arts talent was B and was not retained)

Transfiguration: S+

Potions: A+ (A)

Alchemy: A- (Andros had not mastered any Alchemy)

Special Talents: Memory Palace, Innate Holy Spirit (greatly enhances Patronus power and grants a bonus to Defense Against the Dark Arts), Wandless Casting (makes it easier to master Wandless Casting techniques and increases the power of Wandless Casting)

Overall Evaluation: SS. Your talent stands at the very top of all living beings. Even by proceeding step by step, you can reach the peak.

After looking at his current panel, Wayne wanted to shout three words. Who! Else! Is! There!

From A- to SS-, Wayne's heart had already swollen to an extreme degree.

After receiving the Template, he also gained a considerable understanding of Andros. He was a famous wizard from Ancient Greece. His most terrifying achievement was being able to use Wandless Casting to summon a giant-sized Patronus.

That had been unprecedented even in his time. Even now, no one could accomplish such a feat.

That was because a Patronus required the power of positive emotions. The stronger a person's Patronus, the more it represented their righteousness.

Thus, while he was known as Invincible Andros, he was also called Saint Andros by the wizards of his era.

Although his final rating was SS-, Andros's strength was far more complicated than the system's evaluation suggested.

His Dark Arts were only B-rank, while his Potions and Alchemy were also terrible. If those abilities could be raised to the S-rank level—

Wayne had no doubt that Andros's evaluation would become even higher. This wasn't a beginner's gift at all. It was practically an invincibility cheat code!

"System, forget about returning the points. I can earn more later. How about giving me another compensation gift pack?"

Wayne asked expectantly. After waiting a long while without receiving a reply, he heard the servant calling him from outside to come down for dinner and could only give up.

After dinner, Wayne did not delay. He went straight back to his bedroom and began exploring magic again.

It was like a child obtaining a beloved toy. He absolutely would not let go until he had grown tired of playing with it. Magic was much more interesting than toys.

Although he had no wand, perhaps because he possessed the Wandless Casting talent, Wayne could still use simple magic.

He controlled the cup as it flew all around the room. Finally, he clenched his hand hard. Bang!

The teacup, worth several hundred pounds, shattered into fragments and fell all over the floor.

He then imagined restoring the cup to its original state, but this time he failed. Although the fragments pieced themselves together, the cracks were obvious.

"Is it because I don't have an incantation?"

Wayne pondered for a moment and tentatively called out, "Reparo," but the cup did not change at all. It remained broken and battered.

"Come to think of it, that was impossible." Wayne shook his head with a laugh.

If incantations worked simply by being spoken aloud, why would anyone need books? Why not just publish a dictionary of spells?

There had to be some other secret to it.

Wayne did not rest for the entire night. It was only when Humphrey arrived at his house that he finally stopped, still unsatisfied, his spirits somewhat drooping.

The entire set of teapots and teacups in the room had been reduced to fragments. When the servants came in to clean up, their hearts ached terribly.

Those things already cost more than their monthly wages. "You didn't sleep well last night?"

When Humphrey saw Wayne close his eyes to rest as soon as he entered the living room, he understood. After all, he was still a child. Any child would certainly be incredibly curious about such wondrous magic.

Wayne did not argue. He merely gave a soft hum and continued resting. At exactly nine o'clock, the doorbell rang on schedule. "Coming."

Humphrey's expression shifted slightly as he handled some documents, and Wayne opened his eyes as well. He wondered which professor had been sent.

The servant opened the front door, and Humphrey froze. There was no one outside. The doorway was empty.

At that moment, a Calico Cat walked inside. Under the stunned gazes of the servant and Humphrey, it transformed into a woman who looked to be around fifty or sixty years old.

She had a stern expression, wore square glasses, and was draped in a green cloak. A tall wizard's hat sat atop her head.

She perfectly matched an author's description of a wizard in a work of fantasy.

Seeing that the servant was so shocked she was almost about to faint, the woman frowned, took out her wand, and gave it a wave.

The servant's expression went blank for a moment. She then left the doorway of her own accord and went to another room.

"I apologize for startling you, but I've already proven too many times that I'm not a fraud. I can only use this rather direct method."

"I am Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts and Head of Gryffindor." Professor McGonagall introduced herself, moving through the entire process with practiced ease. As Hogwarts' most dedicated teacher, every summer she had to visit the homes of many young wizards born into Muggle families, proving the existence of wizards to them and showing that the letter was not a prank.

She could be called highly experienced.

"Hello, Professor McGonagall. I'm Wayne Lawrence."

Wayne secretly sized up this elderly—no, overage cat lady and marveled at his luck.

The beginner village guide NPC is Professor McGonagall. She is definitely much more reliable than Hagrid or Snape.

"Mr. Lawrence." McGonagall nodded, marveling at how adorable this young wizard was. He was far better-looking than the crooked, ugly lot from her school days.

Remembering the servant from earlier, she explained, "It is best not to let too many Muggles know about magic. Please don't worry. I only used a Confundus Charm."

McGonagall then looked toward Humphrey, who had been sitting there and studying her. "Is this your father?"

"No, he's my uncle. My parents passed away a long time ago." Wayne shook his head. Professor McGonagall's eyes immediately filled with apology and pity. "I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"It doesn't matter." Wayne smiled lightly.

At last, Humphrey spoke. "Wayne, now that we've confirmed she's not a fraud, I can rest easy. I'll go to work first."

He chose not to stay and accompany Wayne to Diagon Alley to purchase the items needed for the new school year.

Although this nephew gave him quite a headache, Humphrey also knew that the boy was small but clever and would not run into any problems.

Before leaving, Humphrey said to Wayne:

"If you run into any problems at school, you can contact Millicent Bagnold, the Minister of Magic. She may be able to offer you some assistance."

Under Professor McGonagall's astonished gaze, Humphrey hurried away.

"Although Bagnold retired a year ago and the current Minister is Fudge, but—"

"Mr. Lawrence, could you explain why your uncle knows about the Ministry of Magic?"

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Chapter Four: The Leaky Cauldron, Professor McGonagall Is a Little Flustered

Wayne had not expected Humphrey to say something like that.

He had definitely looked up a great deal of information about the wizarding world through Downing Street channels after returning home yesterday.

He hurriedly explained Humphrey's work to Professor McGonagall. At the same time, he felt a little touched.

The reason Humphrey had investigated these things was also for the sake of his nephew. Although some of the information was outdated, Wayne appreciated the thought.

Professor McGonagall gave Wayne a deep look.

This young wizard's family really did hold a high position in the Muggle world.

He himself possessed a title. In the wizarding world, that was comparable to one of the prestigious twenty-eight pure-blood families.

Hogwarts had many young wizards born into Muggle families, but there did not seem to be anyone quite like Wayne.

Still, this seemed like a good thing. At least she would not have to spend much effort explaining all sorts of questions from his parents.

Wayne accepted the existence of magic with remarkable ease.

"Mr. Lawrence, since you have no questions, let's head to Diagon Alley."

"Also, bring some Muggle cash. You will need to exchange it for wizarding currency later."

McGonagall glanced at the time. It was not yet half past nine, but she still seemed rather anxious. Bringing students from Muggle families into the school was normally a matter handled among the heads of the various houses. However, Professor Sprout had gone to America to visit one of her senior students, while Snape had been taken away by Dumbledore. McGonagall's task was especially heavy this year, and she still had to visit another young wizard's home that afternoon.

What was her name again? Granger?

"One moment, please." Wayne nodded obediently, went upstairs, slung a schoolbag over his back, and came down.

McGonagall glanced at it and felt that it looked rather heavy, but she said nothing. She placed a hand on Wayne's shoulder.