Hogwarts: Please Graduate Soon

McGonagall provided a detailed account of the events from that day, particularly the part about selecting wands. Dumbledore gradually formed a general impression of the little wizard named Wayne Lawrence. Orphaned but of noble birth, he had a high-ranking Muggle uncle. Unconventional in his approach, he was the first to bring gold to Gringotts to exchange for Galleons. Most importantly, his natural talent was evident; upon connecting with the wand that suited him best, he instinctively cast the Patronus Charm—a feat even Dumbledore, with all his knowledge and experience, had never heard of occurring before.

"It seems we are about to have a genius student and a future renowned alumnus," Dumbledore remarked with evident delight, his white beard twitching slightly.

"I hope he's somewhat obedient," McGonagall said, recalling Wayne's questions at the Leaky Cauldron, her tone tinged with concern. "Having one pair of Weasley twins is already enough of a headache."

Dumbledore, however, thought little of it. "Students should be lively," he replied. Every time he saw those energetic students, Dumbledore felt a deep sense of satisfaction; these little wizards were his most precious treasures.

After exchanging a few more words, Professor McGonagall left the headmaster's office. Dumbledore then set aside thoughts of Wayne, as he had many matters to ponder.

The boy who survived was about to arrive at Hogwarts, as if destined by fate, while the long-dormant Voldemort reemerged, now fixated on the Philosopher's Stone. He had specifically borrowed the Stone from Nicholas Flamel, and the news had been intentionally spread by him. It was all a bait. Not only could it test Harry but it could also attract Voldemort's attention, allowing Dumbledore to observe his condition. To ensure nothing went wrong, he needed to prepare thoroughly.

With a sigh, Dumbledore took out a copy of the Daily Prophet, and the headline on the front page was about the recent theft incident at Gringotts.

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"Come here, teacup!"

Wayne lay comfortably on the sofa, picking up the wand from the table and muttering a spell. A teacup filled with red tea gracefully flew from the kitchen and landed in his hand without spilling a drop. After drinking it all at once, Wayne set the wand down and tapped the teacup twice. The tea flowed back, filling the cup again.

According to the first rule of Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration, food cannot just appear out of thin air. Wayne didn't conjure the red tea from nothing but rather used the Summoning Charm to bring the tea from the kettle in the kitchen into his cup.

"Silent spells and wandless magic can be considered foundational, although they can only be applied to simple charms," he mused.

The Refill Charm was very simple, allowing him to perform it without a wand or even pronouncing the incantation. However, the Summoning Charm was much more complex, a fifth-year spell that he couldn't yet perform wandlessly. Wayne's magical ability had already surpassed that of a typical first-year student, or rather, that of a significant number of young wizards at Hogwarts. Yet, as his understanding of magic deepened, he recognized its complexities.

The magic in the world of Harry Potter was highly idealistic; one could almost call it manifestation power, emphasizing the idea that thoughts could become reality. A wizard's proficiency wasn't defined by the number of spells he had mastered, but rather by how deeply he understood magic and how much insight he had into his own mind.

At least for now, Wayne felt comparable to Hermione from the original story—knowledgeable in many spells, yet not particularly strong, more of a jack-of-all-trades than a master of any.

"Well, why push myself so hard?" Wayne chuckled and shook his head, realizing that he had been overly eager in recent days, impatient to fully unlock his talents. In reality, he wasn't even considered a first-year student yet; he was barely a pre-apprentice wizard.

Finishing his tea, Wayne stood up and entered the kitchen to prepare dinner. The household staff and cooks had been reassigned to other posts. While it offered him more freedom, having to prepare three meals a day by himself was somewhat of a hassle.

Today marked the tenth day since he received the Pokémon egg, and by the time calculations, it should hatch soon. Thus, Wayne didn't finish his meal in the dining room; instead, he took his plate back to his bedroom to wait, so the little creature wouldn't have trouble finding its mother—or rather, its father—when it hatched.

After finishing his meal, the little one still showed no signs of emerging. Deciding to stay put, Wayne leaned at his desk, lost in thought about which house would suit him best.

Slytherin was definitely not an option; he wouldn't go there even if the Sorting Hat recommended him. A Muggle-born wizard entering Slytherin was just asking for trouble. If he wanted an easier time, he'd have to dominate the little snakes like Voldemort did back in his day. That would surely rack up point totals, but it would be too much trouble and could easily attract Dumbledore's attention.

Gryffindor was also a poor choice. First, he would be too close to Harry, which would basically mean living under Dumbledore's watch. Second, Wayne himself had little interest in Gryffindor's values. It was said to be about courage and adventure, but in reality, it was a rowdy group of reckless individuals, intolerant of those who didn't fit in—like Hermione at the beginning.

Everyone else was happily causing mischief and being the center of attention while she buried herself in her studies. What was that about?

Moreover, Gryffindor placed great importance on collective honor; even Harry losing points for the house would lead to scrutiny and ostracism. It was the biggest group of troublemakers in the school while also being the most eager for collective achievements like the House Cup. What a glorious contradiction!

Wayne certainly didn't want to seek out suffering.

So, that left only Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff as options. But which would be better?

Crack!

Crack!

The clear sound of the eggshell breaking pulled Wayne back to reality, and he quickly raised his head. Carefully picking up the Pokémon egg and placing it on a soft velvet cushion, Wayne's eyes sparkled with anticipation.

What he wanted most were Pokémon like Shiny Rayquaza, Sylveon, or Meloetta—adorable ones. Of course, he wouldn't turn away a Legendary Pokémon like Lugia or Kyurem.

Crack!

The upper half of the eggshell completely separated, revealing the little creature inside. Wayne leaned forward, eyes wide.

"This is... a Big Beak Sparrow?"

"Chirp!"

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