Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Listen to McGonagall.

Harry nodded suddenly: "And the Ministry of Magic, I forgot about them again."

His words faltered, and he tentatively said, "Maybe, I don't have to register with the Ministry of Magic."

"I can understand your thoughts, Mr. Potter." McGonagall's face became more serious, "But no, not only respect for the Ministry of Magic, but also respect for others."

"Before the Ministry of Magic made official legislation, there were many more Animagus than there are now. There will always be some wizards who want to use their Animagus to spy on other people's private lives. Harry, I am very happy." Believe me, you would never do such a thing."

"But there will be others who don't believe it." Harry went on with her words.

Meg nodded.

Harry was expressionless: "But Professor Dumbledore will definitely know Animagus, and as far as I know, he doesn't seem to be on the Ministry of Magic's registration list?"

Mag was taken aback, and she pursed her lips: "I've never seen him use an Animagus."

"If you haven't seen it, you don't necessarily have it." Harry grabbed Dumbledore, trying to convince the professor in front of him.

McGonagall clenched her wand tightly, and her tone suddenly became gentle: "Harry, it's not that I don't want to control Albus, I just can't control him."

"As the vice-principal, I can only give him some advice."

Harry was keenly aware of a dangerous aura, which made him nod instinctively: "Professor, then give me time to think about it."

"Harry." Professor McGonagall looked at him, his eyes were as serious as the first time he saw him in front of the oak gate of Hogwarts Castle on the first day of first grade, "If you let me know, it will definitely let him know." You register with the Ministry of Magic."

Harry said goodbye and left.

Professor McGonagall This doesn't seem to be working.

What about Professor Dumbledore? He used to be the professor of transfiguration at Hogwarts, and Professor McGonagall also said that her Animagus was taught by Dumbledore. Find him?

If you think about it carefully, I'm afraid it won't work either.

Dumbledore is even more "superstitious" about the Ministry of Magic than Professor McGonagall.

That leaves only Sirius.

But do you really want to find him?

Maybe Uncle Lupine can also be relied on. Although he doesn't know the Animagus, he is such a close friend after all, so he needs to know more or less.

After returning to the dormitory, Harry wrote a letter and sent it to Sirius.

Sirius also replied quickly. Maybe he didn't have much confidence in other aspects, but Animagus had absolute confidence. During those years in Azkaban, whenever he couldn't bear it, he would turn into a black dog. Huddled in a small corner of the cell, learn to think with a dog's brain.

He had to force himself to review the knowledge of Animagus every day, otherwise he would have been swallowed by the wildness of Animagus long ago under the erosion of the desperate breath of the dementors, turning into a real, brainless giant dog.

The Animagus business has settled down.

Harry was not in a hurry to continue with the potion, he had to continue with the Gryffindor trials.

On Friday night, he packed up everything, made all the preparations he could do now, put on the sorting hat and left.

He didn't hide it.

Maybe he'll be gone for a whole weekend, maybe longer.

The lion cubs watched his back.

"I'm going back to class on Monday, and Professor Trelawney said that she has a new prophecy for you." Hermione bit her lip and said worriedly, "It's okay even if you don't pass the test, safety is the most important thing."

The Sorting Hat muttered, "Miss Granger, what do you think of the Gryffindor trials?"

"There is a basilisk in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets." Hermione emphasized her tone, "If you don't take precautions and look directly into the eyes of the basilisk, even the heir will die."

"Godric is not Salazar, he has a better heart." The Sorting Hat also emphasized.

Hermione shook her head.

The Sorting Hat continued: "Don't worry, Harry is not the only little wizard who has reached this point in a thousand years."

"Four hundred years ago, or five hundred years ago? There was a very good little wizard, even better than Albus, who pulled out the sword of Gryffindor and broke into Slater in the sixth grade. Lin lounge, snatched the portrait, and injured the head of Slytherin House at the time."

"It's very Gryffindor style." Harry couldn't hold back, and complained.

The Sorting Hat pointed its hat: "Yeah, it's very Gryffindor style, but he's not as cautious as you, so he rushed over rashly, but because he didn't prepare in advance, he failed, but in the end Returned to Hogwarts safe and sound, with little injury other than fatigue."

"Almost?" Hermione noticed the word.

"Being stronger than Professor Dumbledore and failing?" Ron noticed this.

Harry waved his hand: "It's impossible not to get hurt."

"As long as it's not a fatal injury, it's a good thing."

The Sorting Hat responded to Ron: "It was a student, and Harry was no better than Dumbledore now."

Ron nodded, and he said it.

"He must be very similar to my godfather." Harry complained blankly, "Traveling through the Forbidden Forest and finding that place is the final test."

The Sorting Hat giggled: "Forgive me for not being able to reveal the news of the trial, but Harry, you are really smart."

Hermione was still biting her lip.

Harry turned away, just as he was about to climb out.

"Harry, our Lion King, we will wait for you to come back!" George waved his hand and shouted out in a serious tone.

Fred did the same, leading to the cries of the other cubs.

"Thank goodness, don't use that title anymore." Harry waved at them helplessly, and turned to leave.

Go all the way to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Harry looked back at the castle, and he could feel three eyes staring at him.

He burrowed in, stepping on what little snow was left in the woods.

Follow the previously planned route.

Passing by the centaur camp, passing through the territory of the unicorn, and stopping in front of the territory of the acromantula, judging the direction from the growth direction of the branches, along the northwest, before walking a few steps, the crackling sound came Come.

Harry stopped.

Look towards the sound.

The furry rubbing against the leaves and bark is densely packed.

There is more than one giant eight-eyed spider in front of it.

This made him frown. Are these things expanding their territory again?

The strong reproductive ability brings about the demand for more survival resources. They have expanded their territory more than once, and now their territory is nearly one-tenth larger than when Harry first met the acromantula in the first grade. .

He turned his head, preferring to take a longer detour. There is no need to force a conflict with this kind of unplanned thing.

But it hasn't been long.

The crackling sound came again, densely packed and even more numerous.

This time, not only the front, but also the left, right and back.

The group of creatures surrounded themselves.

Treat yourself as prey.

"Come out, I know you can understand me." Harry raised his hand, put Quinn on himself, waved his wand again, and the armor protection fell on him, "Your sneaky movements can't be hidden I."

whoosh--

A sticky thread erupted from the dense forest, and Harry sideways sideways, flicking his wand lightly.

After a bang, the two surrounding trees twisted and turned into two huge long snakes. At one point of the Sorting Hat, the basilisk bone meal sprinkled on them, smudged with the breath of the basilisk.

The giant eight-eyed spiders began to flee in a panic.

"Don't run! This is a human wizard's trick, that's not that thing!" An acromantula roared, his voice hoarse, as if a knife had been cut through glass.

The creatures stopped in their tracks.

"Go and attack it! Go!" the giant spider ordered.

The few around it, reluctantly, rushed towards the deformed creature. Three or four heads like a pony pressed it tightly, and their huge claws pierced into the tree snake's body. The tree snake tore and shattered.

"See, this is it." The giant spider flaunted its might.

Harry said the spell.

The flames are blazing!

The monstrous flames rolled and rushed, landed on the nearest few spiders that were about to move, and burned violently with a gasp.

Another wave of the wand.

The flames turned into hundreds of fire snakes, differentiating and purposefully catching every spider that was nearest.

They spit out spider silk and fought against the flames.

Relying on the huge number, the flames were barely suppressed, and the remaining giant spiders continued to attack Harry one after another.

Vicious and vicious.

Harry drew the snake bone sword, took a step forward, and with a flick of his wrist, turned the long sword.

The moonlight bathed him, and his steps and blade flowed like dancing.

No matter which direction the giant spider came from, it would always receive a sword with a strange angle.

The Sorting Hat sang an old medieval ditty.

One sword at a time.

Even if some giant spiders were quick to dodge and were lucky not to be chopped off in the middle, they would soon lose their vitality under the venom of the basilisk monster.

The two-handed sword dance was not very good at casting spells, only when the giant spiders were attacking and weakening, Harry could take the opportunity to cast a few spells.

Thunderbolt explosion!

The flames are blazing!

Half an hour later, after losing dozens of spiders, they seemed to finally realize that this human being was not the "prey" they could catch by numbers, no, to be precise, they were the prey.

They backed away in a panic.

Harry stopped the sword dance, waved his wand, and the flames surrounded the battlefield before he patted the Sorting Hat lightly: "Stop singing."

"Heroes always need singing in battle!" The Sorting Hat snorted, "Gryffindor likes me for doing this."

Harry didn't speak, he looked down at himself, and looked at the castle he could no longer see in the distance through the dense jungle: "During the trial, the contract with the castle will be broken?"

The Sorting Hat nodded: "Yes."

"Little wizards under shelter cannot grow up."

"If it's too easy to get there, what kind of trial is it?"

"Thousands of years ago, Rowena signed a contract with the Forbidden Forest. The creatures in this forest cannot kill Hogwarts students."

There is at least one more chapter, before 10:30, I will sleep late tonight to see if I can catch the fifth update~