Hogwarts: Please, Just Graduate Already!

"But I knew our enemy had already appeared.

"He would shake Hogwarts' image in the eyes of the entire world. He would destroy the harmonious campus Headmaster Dumbledore had built. I... had to do something!"

Wayne put on an expression of heroic self-sacrifice. "The reason I took up everyone's time today was simply to tell you all that if the Headmaster expelled me, I would miss you."

The moment they heard he might be expelled, Hannah could not help standing up. "Wayne, what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to write a letter of complaint to the Headmaster, reporting Professor Quirrell's negligence. Even if I fail, Quirrell won't get off easy."

Wayne revealed a bitter smile. "Maybe then everyone will get a new, good professor."

"Wayne, forget it." The Little Badgers were all moved by Wayne.

"We can study on our own too. It might be slower, but we'll still learn something eventually."

The boy wore a disdainful expression.

"How many Hufflepuff students actually study on their own?" Everyone flushed with embarrassment.

The Little Badgers listened in class as usual, but after class... there really was hardly anyone studying.

They just went with the flow.

"Don't worry about me!" Wayne sniffed. "Tomorrow morning, I'll send my letter of complaint to the Headmaster's office!"

After saying that, he turned and entered the boys' dormitory passage, returning to his room. He left behind a group of Little Badgers staring at one another.

No one wanted Wayne to be expelled, but they could not talk him out of it. Cedric gritted his teeth. "I'll write a letter of complaint too!"

"If Wayne is the only one, the Headmaster will be very angry. I'll help him bear some of that anger."

Hufflepuff's tradition was unity. Hearing Cedric's suggestion, everyone nodded.

Susan Bones called out loudly, "Count me in. My aunt works at the Ministry of Magic, so I can talk to her too." "Count me in too!" "Me too!"

Almost everyone responded, taking out parchment and quills to write letters of complaint.

Leaning against the doorway and eavesdropping on the commotion, Wayne revealed a knowing smile.

Early the next morning.

All the Little Badgers waited for Wayne to appear in the common room. Surrounded by his two roommates, Wayne finally emerged from the dormitory. Everyone held a fresh envelope in their hands.

The common room erupted with thunderous cheers, and then they all surged out of it together. They did not go to their beloved dining hall. Instead, they headed directly upstairs. More than a hundred young wizards formed a small torrent. Students from other Houses who saw them were stunned, unable to understand what was happening. Harry, who had just come downstairs, also ran into Wayne and the others. Ron shuddered. "Why do I feel murderous intent?"

Harry ignored Ron's complaint and asked in confusion, "What are they going to do?"

"Looking at the direction... are they going to the Seventh Floor?" "What's on the Seventh Floor?" Ron asked.

Harry thought for a long time before finally taking out the map and saying with certainty, "The Headmaster's office!"

"Wayne, is this the place?" "How are we supposed to give the letters to the Headmaster? Why—"

When they reached the Seventh Floor, everyone suddenly grew nervous. Their former aggressive momentum turned into cautiousness.

They even walked on tiptoe, as if they were out sneaking around at night. Wayne shook his head.

"No need. The Headmaster's office has its own mailbox. We just need to put the letters in it."

Only after hearing him say that did the Little Badgers breathe a sigh of relief.

At the entrance to the Headmaster's Office stood the familiar Gargoyle.

Perhaps sensing Wayne's arrival, the Gargoyle, which had been asleep with its eyes closed, suddenly woke up.

"Huh? It's you, kid. Why are you here so early? Dumbledore probably isn't even awake yet."

"Thank goodness the password has changed. It's Lemon Sherbet. Hurry up and say it so I can open the door for you."

The young wizards behind him were dumbfounded. This guard really was... dedicated to its duty.

It was afraid Wayne might not remember the password, so it even told him.

Only then did the Gargoyle notice the large group behind him and ask in confusion,

"...What are they here for? I can decide to let only you in. The others can't come in."

"No need." Wayne waved his hand. "I'm not here to see the Headmaster. I wrote him a letter."

"Help me pass it on to him."

"I see." The Gargoyle opened its mouth. "Then put it in here. I'll remind him later, if he comes in through the front door."

Wayne did not hesitate and directly put the letter into its mouth.

"This is a mailbox?" Cedric tugged at Wayne's sleeve and whispered in his ear.

"Yeah, put your letters in too. Once we're done, we'll go eat." Summoning his courage, Cedric also tossed his letter into the Gargoyle's mouth. "Huh? You have a letter for Dumbledore too? Wait, what are you all doing?! Don't—stop, hurry, stop! It's getting full!"

"Don't be so rough! Be gentler!"

Finally, when the last young wizard stuffed a letter into the Gargoyle's mouth,

it swallowed all the letters with tears in its eyes.

Its belly visibly grew a whole size larger.

"Thanks for your hard work." Wayne patted its head. "Make sure you remind the Headmaster." Then he led the Little Badgers away in a flash. Everyone's faces were flushed an unnatural red. It had been far too exciting.

Never in Hogwarts history had there been such a grand spectacle: an entire House collectively filing a complaint against one professor.

They were about to be recorded in history!

Something huge had happened!

Hogwarts had no secrets. In less than a day, news of all Hufflepuff students complaining about Quirrell swept through the entire school like a whirlwind.

At first, everyone's first reaction upon hearing the shocking news was disbelief. But every Hufflepuff student said the same thing, and quite a few people had seen them heading toward the upper floors that morning.

The entire school instantly exploded!

Hufflepuff had always been the most low-key House. They never caused trouble, and the other Houses never bothered them either.

Their presence was practically nonexistent.

Even parents taught their children that if they had no special traits, they would be sorted into Hufflepuff.

But this time, Hufflepuff had done something that made Gryffindor jealous, Slytherin mock them, and Ravenclaw take notice.

At dinner.

The atmosphere in the Great Hall was extremely strange.

Only a handful of teachers appeared at the High Table.

Dumbledore, Snape, and Quirrell's seats were all empty. Professor Sprout sat restlessly, even holding her knife and fork the wrong way around.

"Pomona." Professor McGonagall sighed and, after hesitating for a moment, said, "You should have stopped them."

Professor Sprout helplessly put down her utensils. "Do you think I didn't want to? The problem is... I only found out this afternoon too."

Professor McGonagall's eyelid twitched in shock. "For something this big, they didn't tell you?"

She simply could not believe Hufflepuff had done something like this. If it had been Gryffindor, she would not have been nearly so surprised.

Well, what Professor McGonagall did not know was that after learning of the Little Badgers' feat, the Little Lions had taken action too.

How could they let Hufflepuff have all the glory from something this eye-catching?

Over the course of the afternoon, nearly a hundred more complaint letters from Gryffindor had been added to the Gargoyle's belly.

Of course, Professor McGonagall knew none of this yet.

She hurriedly pressed Professor Sprout, "What exactly happened? Who started this?"

Beside her, Professor Flitwick also cast a concerned look over.

Professor Sprout smiled bitterly. "Mr. Lawrence." The two professors stared in astonishment. Lawrence.

Were first-year students really this audacious now?

At the Hufflepuff table, Wayne was surrounded by a crowd, including not only Hufflepuffs but Gryffindors as well.

The Weasley twins even struck poses of submission.

"Wayne, that was so cool! We never dreamed we could do something like this!" Bang!

A figure roughly shoved through the crowd, reached Wayne, and dragged him outside without explanation. "Whoa."

Cedric gasped softly.

"Not the Gryffindor one... is this Ravenclaw's new Seeker?"

Wayne: I Recommend Snape for Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor!

Bang!

Cho slammed Wayne against the castle's oak doors. The strength she displayed even surprised Wayne.

"Are you crazy, Wayne?!"

Unlike her usual gentleness, Cho was now more like a furious cat with its fur standing on end, her face filled with anger and anxiety.

"Why did you have to make such a spectacle? Even if you wanted to report him, couldn't you have done it alone?"

"Why did you drag everyone else into it?"

Cho was truly angry. She was angry that Wayne had acted so rashly. She had received some Eastern-style education and understood the twists and turns that many Britons did not.

Once an issue became too big, its nature changed in the eyes of those in power. Even if everything you did was right and you had your own reasons, rallying others meant disrupting harmony, undermining stability, and ignoring the bigger picture.

What would Dumbledore think of Wayne then?

Wayne could clearly see tears glistening in Cho's eyes. His heart trembled.

Without speaking, Wayne raised his arm. A fallen leaf turned into a tissue, and he gently wiped the corner of Cho's eye.

The boy's intimate gesture made Cho's cheeks redden slightly, but she quickly pulled herself together.

"Don't change the subject. What are we supposed to do now?" Wayne smiled. "Don't worry, Cho."

"I understand your concerns, but if it were any other Headmaster, I wouldn't have done this." He raised his head and looked toward the tower through the night.

"But the Headmaster now is Dumbledore. He won't get angry."

In this world, Wayne was the second person who understood Dumbledore best. The first was locked away in the tower of Nurmengard.

Seeing how confident he was, Cho did not know what to say. She looked around before asking,

"Where's Hermione? Something this big happened, and she didn't get angry at you?"

"How could she not?" Wayne smiled bitterly and rubbed his waist. "It took me an entire class period to calm Miss Granger's anger."

"It still hurts now."

Seeing Wayne's gesture, Cho let out a laugh. Just as she was about to scold him a few times, a blaze appeared in the air.

This time, it was not Ho-Oh that flew over, but Dumbledore's Phoenix, Fawkes. Fawkes circled once before landing on Wayne's shoulder. "Chirp chirp!"

"You're saying the Headmaster wants to see me?" Wayne nodded, then comforted the somewhat pale Cho.

"Don't worry. I'll be back soon. Nothing will happen."

Headmaster's Office.

The enormous desk was piled high with all kinds of envelopes. Dumbledore held one letter in his hand and read it with great interest.

"It says I accepted a gift from Quirrell to let him become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

"Good heavens, this old man hasn't fallen so low yet."

Snape, seated on the other side, sneered. "If a few Galleons could make you change your mind, I could fill your office with Galleons at any time."

Honestly, Snape was feeling rather pleased with himself right now.

He had applied for the Defense Against the Dark Arts position for many years. Especially after Harry arrived this year, he wanted the post even more desperately.

Yet Dumbledore had given it to Quirrell. Well, look at things now. The young wizards below were about to revolt!

"Sorry, Severus." After finishing one letter, Dumbledore opened another. "You are equally excellent at Defense Against the Dark Arts, but Hogwarts needs you more in Potions."