Hogwarts: Please Graduate Soon

Without answering, Madam Pomfrey just reminded Wei En to keep the noise down and not to stay too long before leaving the infirmary.

 But her attitude was quite clear.

 "Thank you, Wei En!"

 When Madam Pomfrey finally left, Qiu excitedly hugged Wayne and gratefully said, "It's really soft, just a bit small… huh?"

 Feeling Qiu's soft body, Ron didn't make a sound, but given their current position, no matter how quiet he was, Qiu could still hear him. Her face immediately flushed. It wasn't out of shyness, but anger!

 "Wayne!"

 "Ah!" Only then did Wayne realize his mistake and hurriedly explained, "What I meant was, the future looks promising, and you still have a lot of room for growth."

 "I… I'm only twelve; I'm definitely going to grow!" Qiu's voice was weak, trying her best to defend herself.

 The atmosphere in the nurse's office suddenly became a bit suggestive. Qiu lifted her head and looked at Wayne's prominent nose, bright eyes, and long eyelashes. Somehow, her breathing became a bit irregular.

 Noticing the blush on her face, Wayne felt an urge to act. The girl's eyes, like Cho waters, held a bit of moisture, which made him press closer.

 Although they weren't of an age for such things, testing a lip balm wouldn't be bad.

 Neither of them spoke, but they both knew what was about to happen. The girl closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and Wayne slowly leaned in.

 Bang!

 The door to the nurse's office was pushed open.

 "Qiu, I heard you got hurt! Are you… oh no…"

Hermione looked at the two embracing and her expression changed.

 "Wayne, how's Qiu doing?"

 Seeing Wayne return to the lounge, Cedric casually asked, "Is everything alright?"

 "Nothing serious, just a couple of days' rest and she should be fine."

 "Then why do you look so strange?" Cedric scrutinized his friend, stroking his chin in suspicion. "It seems a bit regrettable, and a bit… inappropriate?"

 "It is indeed regrettable," Wayne sighed, "I wish Hermione had come a little later."

 Cedric looked bewildered. What does Hermione have to do with this? Did she get hurt too?

 Late at night, Wayne had already put the unexpected encounter in the nurse's office out of his mind in the room of requests. Just go with the flow; missing one chance doesn't mean there won't be others.

 He had plenty of time. The urgent matter now was to improve his strength.

 In the system's assessment, with full combat readiness, he was comparable to a professor, but that was only due to his innate talent. His exposure to magic had been too short, and he lacked foundational skills. Being too young also meant he had insufficient magical power. These were Wayne's current challenges.

 A professor's level sounds impressive, but in reality, Dumbledore, Voldemort, and Grindelwald were not on the same level as other wizards. The gap was simply too large.

 Wayne felt no sense of pride. With time short, he needed to compensate with effort; talent only represented potential and upper limits. If it wasn't converted into real strength, it was just an illusion.