Hogwarts: Please Graduate Soon

Qilo struggled to read the content of the book. The little wizards had already become accustomed to his poor performance. According to Qilo's own account, he was under multiple curses from various dark creatures, which required him to expend a lot of energy in combating them. While everyone expressed sympathy for him, they still felt helpless.

What was supposed to be the most exciting class, Defense Against the Dark Arts, had turned into this. Many students began to slack off, reading extracurricular books to make up for shortcomings in other subjects. Qilo, uninterested in the situation, would continue reading the textbook as long as no one interrupted him until the bell rang at the end of class. Perhaps the only benefit was that he never checked homework.

Wayne rested his arms on the desk, supporting his chin, looking somewhat troubled. Perhaps Qilo no longer cared about being targeted, or maybe he was just repeating the same actions too often. Recently, the points Wayne could earn by deliberately making Qilo's life difficult in class had been steadily decreasing. In fact, it was even less than the points earned by heading out for a nighttime stroll. However, with such a good opportunity to earn points right in front of him, Wayne felt uneasy about not exploiting it properly.

Looking at the classroom where no one was paying attention, Wayne let out a long sigh and made a decision in his heart.

"Professor," he said, not raising his hand but speaking up directly. This was quite impolite, but raising his hand would only result in Qilo pretending not to see it.

"Professor." Wayne called again, and only then did Qilo reluctantly stop reading.

"Is there, is there a problem, Lawrence?"

The students perked up, eager for entertainment.

"Do you remember our agreement?" Wayne asked politely. "As long as you teach me a powerful spell in this class, I will give you a small vial of phoenix tears."

The little wizards gasped in excitement. Phoenix tears! That was a valuable commodity, worth a considerable amount of money.

"This… this…" Qilo seemed somewhat tempted; he remembered Voldemort's request.

"Don't agree to him, it will expose you," a cold hum from Voldemort echoed in Qilo's mind. If Wayne's bribe succeeded, what would the other little wizards think? If he refused to teach them just because they didn't bring good offerings, wouldn't they create a ruckus? Even if he wanted the phoenix tears, he couldn't resort to this kind of method.

Hearing his master's command, the creature also chimed in, "You, you are still at the foundational level; learning powerful spells too early has no advantages."

Wayne persisted, "But I heard upperclassmen say that you didn't teach them anything magical in their classes either."

"It was all reading! It was just a different book," Qilo retorted, his face reddening. "Teaching is not the same as just reading!"