Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Crookshanks retracted his paws, squatted on the sorting hat, and howled obediently.

"Do me a favor." Harry waved his wand, and the parchment on the table twisted and changed into a black dog the size of a palm, "If you meet a black dog, a black dog like Scabbers, come and let me know .”

Crookshanks meowed twice.

"Well, the same as last time, the last two pounds of rations found." Harry nodded in response.

Crookshanks meowed again.

"I'm not free at this time, Hermione is right, I have to find out the environment of the Forbidden Forest before the heavy snow falls, and find out the way." Harry moved its head, "So you almost have A little over a month."

Crookshanks stepped on the sorting hat and meowed loudly.

"No, you can't give me the hat." Harry refused decisively.

Crookshanks felt wronged.

"The hat isn't mine," Harry explained patiently, "and it holds a lot of my stuff in it, and I have to use it sometimes."

"Well, how about I borrow you to play on Saturday night at most?"

Crookshanks reluctantly agreed, picked up the sorting hat and jumped off the table.

"Don't take it out of the lounge. If you want to be with Hedwig and the others, call them here." Harry made a patch, causing Crookshanks to freeze, and jumped back onto the table, reluctantly meowing. , and then climbed out of the lounge.

Both Hermione and Ron were dumbfounded.

"When did you learn cat language?" Hermione felt incredible.

Harry shook his head: "Cat language? I don't know."

"But you..." Hermione pointed to Harry, and then to the entrance of the lounge. It was difficult for her to speak, her ears and cheeks were red.

Is it okay to speak cat language?

I hugged Crookshanks and whispered a lot!

Harry explained: "Its meaning is easy to understand and can be guessed."

"You really can't speak cat language?" Hermione was suspicious.

Harry nodded sincerely: "Really."

Hermione didn't quite believe it, and was a little worried, but Harry had already said so, so she couldn't ask any further.

Come November, Harry is even busier.

Daily confinement, remedial classes, more heavy Quidditch training, and soaking in the Forbidden Forest every weekend, drawing new maps and exploring paths.

Occasionally meet the Weasley brothers in the Forbidden Forest.

They do have a sense of proportion.

In the Forbidden Forest, never cross, only active on the edge, shallow, pick up some materials, herbs, never do dangerous things.

Even if a pint of acromantula's venom was as high as a hundred galleons, they were still in fifth grade now, and they had the ability to deal with one, or even at most ten acromantulas alone.

They never mess with those things either.

Harry probed deeper and deeper into the Forbidden Forest.

Thousands of years have passed, things have changed.

What was once a forest has become a swamp.

The place where thestrals used to live is now occupied by acromantulas.

The former residence of fairies was built by trolls.

The route planned on the map would not work at all. If the little wizard rushed in recklessly, if he was lucky enough not to fall into the swamp and be eaten dry by the swamp diggers, he would also become a meal for the acromantulas.

For a month, Harry barely explored a relatively safe path.

I don't know how many black magic creatures became the material in his pocket.

The Sorting Hat bluntly said that it can't eat any more, so let it go, it's already full, and it's almost overflowing.

The first battle of the Quidditch Cup finally started.

Gryffindor vs Slytherin.

Today's weather is a bit bad. Since the morning, there have been raindrops, and in the morning, the raindrops are getting bigger and bigger. It seems that the whole year's rain will be finished.

It was also very windy.

The stands on the Quidditch pitch were scraped up and down.

However, under such extremely bad weather, Quidditch still did not stop. Professor McGonagall took action and used the Transfiguration Charm to stabilize all the stands.

There is no way for heavy rain.

The little wizards were wearing raincoats, and they insisted on watching the game. Although the rain was heavy and the fog was born, they could only see the head of the previous person at most.

Hermione stood in front of the lounge, watching the players change into their uniforms and come out.

"Didn't you do any protection?" Hermione was a little surprised, at least a raincoat should be approved.

Fred replied sternly, "We don't need that kind of thing!"

"That's right!"

"This kind of bad weather is impossible to affect us!"

The other Quidditch players echoed loudly, as if their roars could dispel the wind and rain.

Hermione raised her wand, waved it at Harry, and was about to cast a spell.

Harry pressed her hand: "I don't think you can use a charm."

Wood walked over with a straight face: "Yes, no spells or any magic items can be used in the Quidditch match."

"Magic is not allowed in wizard's sport." Hermione muttered, she didn't quite understand this sport.

Wood raised his fist high: "This is a challenge!"

"This is chivalry!"

"Lions, let us go in packs and tear apart the vile, vile, cunning, insidious..."

When he said this, he was a little stuck, trying to say more adjectives.

"Without fangs," added Fred.

George added: "Slim and short and small."

The boys laughed.

Angelina snickered, and Hermione stared, puzzled.

"Yes, Fred is right." Wood continued to raise his fist, "Let me tear up those short, thin, and small non-venomous snakes!"

George also raised his fists and touched them together, complaining dissatisfiedly: "Short, thin and small is what I said, I am George."

Wood was taken aback: "Oh, well, for what George said."

They stormed out of the locker room.

Slytherin and Gryffindor greeted politely - when Wood and Flint shook hands, they only squeezed hard, wishing to crush each other's hands, and did not fight immediately.

With Professor Hooch's whistle.

Players from both teams take to the air.

The Slytherins seemed to be focusing on counter-attack tactics today. They did not attack at the beginning, and even two batters and two chasers gave up their attack and surrounded Harry.

Slytherins still have money.

Their brooms are all Nimbus 2001, although their flying skills are not as good as Harry's, but they are dirty enough.

To be thrown off, tug on the robe, tug on the broom.

If it doesn't work, hit it hard.

Do everything possible to stop Harry from looking for the golden snitch.

Within five minutes of the start, Gryffindor was already thirty to ten—these thirty points were all due to Professor Hooch's whistleblowing, and Slytherin shifted his focus to Harry. However, Gryffindor still failed to gain an obvious advantage in the situation.

The two new Chasers who joined the team were not very experienced, and this extreme weather was even more of a challenge for them.

The wind and rain are getting bigger and bigger.

Harry had already found the Golden Snitch, a small glittering golden dot flying near the sewers of the stadium. It seemed a little afraid of the rain and was thinking of ways to avoid it.

Harry dived and was grabbed by the Slytherin players again.

"Don't even think about it, Potter!" roared a Chaser.

Another one also shouted loudly: "Draco, the golden snitch is here!"

But it didn't work.

The wind and rain were too loud, and Malfoy was on the other side, unable to hear his shouts.

Harry couldn't wait to punch each of these people in the face, they were as sticky as maltose, and there were so many small movements that he couldn't shake them off.

Just when he was thinking of a way.

Sudden--

The surroundings were quiet, even the sound of wind and rain disappeared.

A more violent cold air hit from the ground of the stadium.

This familiar feeling...

Harry looked down.

It's a dementor.

And there is more than one, it seems that all the dementors arranged around Hogwarts are gathered here, densely packed, more than a hundred.

They are silent.

But they are full of greed.

Lifting up their hoods one by one, breathing in the air, the little wizards sitting at the bottom of the Quidditch pitch trembled and turned pale.

Harry immediately drew out his wand and pointed it at them.

"Call God to protect you!"

The huge lion angrily pounced on this group of things, slapped them one by one, and knocked them back. The fear of the patron saint made them instinctively take a step back.

But the desire for great emotions makes them overflow again.

Harry looked into the stands.

The old man stood up, as angry as the second year when he faced Voldemort, raised his wand high, and said the spell clearly.

It was the first time Harry had seen Dumbledore cast a spell so formally.

Emotional power surges.

Then comes the magic.

Majestic, gigantic, and majestic, a huge silver phoenix gushed out of his wand, swept across and crashed into the pile of dementors, and with a flap of its wings, dozens of dementors flew out backwards.

Harry's lion was encouraged to work harder.

More than a hundred dementors were driven away almost instantly.

Harry stared thoughtfully at the slowly dissipating phoenix, and then at Dumbledore, thinking about what he had sensed at that moment.

The players who were still flying on the court, their minds and bodies were still frozen at that moment.

The sound of wind and rain came back gradually.

Harry retracted his wand, took the opportunity to shake off the Slytherins, and within a minute, caught the Snitch hiding in the stands.

Professor Hooch blew his whistle.

This is like a soul-returning whistle, which wakes up all the little wizards watching the game.

Only then did they burst into screams.

Frightened, flustered.

Professor McGonagall waved his wand and began to organize the evacuation of the students. With a cold face, Dumbledore hurried to the outside of Hogwarts Castle.

Did not keep the agreement!

Let the dementors in.

Harry landed, sighed, and had just reached the lounge door.

Hermione and Ron had pale faces and trembling. This was the first time they had come into contact with a dementor—they hadn't seen it on the train, and the dementor hadn't reached the back of the train. was driven away by Harry.

"Harry, are you okay?" Hermione asked with concern, trembling.

Harry waved his wand, chanted a spell, dried her and Ron's clothes, and dried his own by the way: "Let's take a look at yourselves, I should ask you this."

Four more complete!

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Thanks for the reward of the lost sword~