Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Harry got the newspaper in his hands, away from the low air pressure in the tent.

Ron dared to poke his head over, faster than Harry, and finished reading the report: "How dare she?"

Hermione agreed.

"Isn't she afraid that Harry will cut her down?" He continued to spit out the words before Hermione could finish nodding completely.

Hermione stared: "Harry is not that kind of person."

"Googling." Harry threw the newspaper out, his face unmoved, "talked a lot of nonsense."

These words are not offensive, just like Hermione said to herself, "If you do this again, I will sue the professor."

"But this person is really hateful." Hermione picked up the newspaper and squeezed it loudly in her hands. "It's time to teach her a lesson. I'll write to the Daily Prophet to complain."

"It's useless to complain." Harry waved his hand, his tone was very light, "Don't worry, I will pull out her tongue if I have the chance."

Startled, Hermione covered her mouth with her hand.

Ron twitched his cheeks and suddenly felt a pain in his tongue.

"Harry?" Ron asked cautiously.

Harry stared at the crumpled newspaper: "I don't care about criticism, but I hate the idea of ​​her trying to put a dog leash around my neck. What do you think of me? Is there more Dumbledore?"

Ron was taken aback.

Dumbledore was actually pretty good.

He never dreamed that he would become a character like Dumbledore.

"Are you really going to pull out her tongue?" He poked his head out and asked cautiously.

Harry shook his head: "You remind me, she writes by hand, can you break her hand?"

Ron stared round, he didn't mean that.

"She's a witch," Hermione kindly reminded.

"So the tongue has to be pulled out too, so she can't chant spells?" Harry thought.

Ron looked at Hermione in amazement: "Hermione, you wouldn't do such a thing before."

After leaving the camp, a few people didn't go home, and they made an appointment to go to Diagon Alley. They haven't bought the things they will use after school starts.

The things needed for the fourth grade are the same as in previous years, except for one more thing-gowns.

Sirius was enthusiastic.

Taking them to a tailor-made clothing store, Hermione and Ginny were dragged away by Mrs. Weasley to discuss what kind of dresses the girls wanted to make.

Harry, and the Weasley boys, were taken by Sirius.

The most traditional and most formal is the tuxedo.

Harry's figure is very good. He has grown some recently and has broken through to 5.6 feet. He doesn't need to choose clothes one size larger to cover up his physical defects like a middle-aged man in his thirties and forties with a pot belly.

Dresses are naturally his most hated, tight styles.

Although Sirius was dressed sloppily, he had good eyesight. He matched Ron with a dark blue tie. Although he was almost fifteen years old, he was still childish. The combination of black and dark blue could make him look more mature.

And for Harry.

Sirius chose a tuxedo with gold and red trim. In the choice of neckline accessories, he did not choose a tie that would make people look more mature like the Weasleys did, but a wine red bow tie.

Harry was mature enough, but also cold enough to be kept out of the way. Such a childish attire could make him appear more approachable.

Facts have proved that Sirius' choice is correct.

He also picked out a brooch of a stag with emeralds set into its eyes.

"James and Lily must miss it very much, and are very pleased to see you grow into what you are now." After matching all the sets, Sirius looked at the face in the mirror with a deep tone, the same as the look in his eyes, It's like a pool of water, and you can't see to the bottom.

Harry didn't speak, and he also stared straight at the portrait in the mirror, trying to soften his face as much as possible.

But Harry is just Harry, no matter how he changes, the person in the mirror will not become James.

The Weasley brothers came out of the fitting room laughing and joking. They changed their dresses and put them back on their wizard robes.

"This year is really weird. In previous years, we wouldn't be allowed to buy this kind of thing." Ron looked at Harry, a little amazed, and his eyes finally fell on the chest ornaments. The gold and emeralds were probably more expensive than the three brothers' dresses. Adding it up is even more expensive.

"Fortunately, it's this year. If it was last year, I'm afraid we can only wear Dad's old dress." Fred sighed angrily, watching George count Garen and paid for his family's dresses, and they also wanted to pay for Harry.

But the figures on the bill are staggering.

"It will be very useful." Sirius turned his head and said to them meaningfully, "Believe me, you will feel that it is very worthwhile when the time comes."

"Sirius, what's the matter?" Fred looked at him eagerly.

Sirius shook his head: "Professor Dumbledore will tell you when you get to school."

"Dad said the same." George grabbed his chest, exaggeratingly making a heartache look, "Sirius, tell us quickly, if we don't know the news, we will die."

"I will buy the best cemetery for my dear partners." Sirius rejected their request with all his mouth.

Ron looked eagerly at the other person: "Harry, you should know something?"

"What big event might the school hold this year?" Harry guessed, "It should be related to Mr. Ludo, and I can also participate in it. Will the professional Quidditch team come to Hogwarts to hold a league?"

The three members of the Weasley family immediately set their sights on Sirius.

Sirius shook his head and smiled mysteriously: "It's more than that, it's much bigger than a professional Quidditch team."

"Harry, I'm looking forward to your performance." He stretched out his hand and patted Harry on the shoulder several times.

Fred pinched his waist: "Why only Harry?"

"There will only be one protagonist, if you think you can be better than Harry." Sirius blinked innocently and spread his hands.

Better than Harry?

George and Fred looked at each other. This is very difficult. Hogwarts counts all the professors, and I'm afraid they can't find a few.

This made them scratch their heads even more.

What kind of event, only one protagonist, listen to Sirius' tone, but also be the best student at Hogwarts?

They pestered Sirius, exhausted all methods.

The final result made them feel ashamed. With their brains, they still couldn't get the news out of Sirius.

Arthur and Percy obviously knew too.

Even Charlie is back from Romania and he obviously has the news.

But George and Fred tried their best, but still failed to pry out the news from anyone.

These adult wizards who immediately became "insidious and cunning" after leaving Hogwarts kept their mouths very strict, just like when no little wizard knew that the sorting ceremony was just wearing a hat, George None of the grown-up wizards Fred and Fred had access to were willing to break the news to them.

September 1st.

The Hogwarts Express pulled out in a cloud of rain.

In the carriage, Ron held Crookshanks cautiously and sighed heavily: "I didn't even meet Malfoy."

"What did you do when you met him?" Hermione frowned, looking unhappy.

Harry fished the ginger kitten over and played with it in his hand: "If he has been holding back cursing for a week, he won't meet Malfoy, and he won't be able to swear, so he's really aggrieved."

Hermione looked at Ron in surprise: "Why are you so naive."

Ron clenched his fists: "I'm not as talented as Harry."

This is true for learning, fighting, and even cursing.

"He won't be able to run away when he gets to school." Harry comforted him, "Take a few more people there then, so as not to fight."

"College Cup." Hermione poked him lightly, reminding him in a low voice.

"The College Cup shouldn't account for much this year." Harry shook his head, "According to the godfather, there may be an event held in the school this year, and each college will select an outstanding student, and the glory of the college will depend on that." game."

Hermione nodded thoughtfully: "Then be bold and learn more from George and the others."

Ron's face twisted slightly.

That's not what you said just now.

The train moved smoothly through the rain curtain, and the raindrops hit the windows.

"This reminds me of last year." Ron muttered, "Who will be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year? Is it Sirius?"

"Professor Dumbledore invited him, but luckily he didn't agree." Harry waved his hand and pushed back Crookshanks who poked his head out and wanted to pick his pocket.

"Sirius is still very capable." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, and smirked and praised him, "He didn't substitute for Remus before, and he is quite popular."

"You don't have to force yourself to say such things against your will." Harry looked at her, swung Crookshanks' front paw, and punched her, and the ginger kitten also meowed twice.

Hermione pinched its paw: "I didn't, I'm serious!"

"Although Sirius' method is a bit too radical, he doesn't have any knowledge points, and he is almost as good as Remus, but at least he is much better than Quirrell and Lockhart."

"You compare Sirius with those two people, even he can react, it's not a good thing." Harry pushed Crookshanks over, opened the car window, and let the wet Hyde fly around outside. Wei put it in.

Hermione sighed: "If there is no such excellent professor as Remus, Sirius can make do with it."

"He likes Hogwarts, but he doesn't have the patience." Harry helped Hedwig remove the moisture from his body. "He plans to cross the Pacific Ocean this year, spend the winter in Hawaii, and return to Great Britain around Christmas."

Ron looked anxiously, a little envious, he also wanted to take such an adventure.

The rain outside the train was getting heavier and heavier.

When the Hogwarts Express stops, the raindrops hit the head like a small hailstone, which can cause a slight pain. The senior wizards can also use the Transfiguration Charm or Charm, and the junior wizards, especially the first The little wizards in grades could only hold their heads, and a few of them even cried aggrievedly.

Sitting on the Thestral carriage, Harry no longer longed for Pegasus, he had a better goal of riding.

Ron still couldn't see the Thestrals, so he took out the book and looked for the illustrated book of Thestrals.

A summer vacation passed, and the auditorium took on a new look. The traces left by Professor Sprout before the vacation were cleaned by Filch.

Peeves liked this kind of weather very much, took a balloon filled with water, and happily played pranks amid Filch's furious cursing.

He was always afraid of Harry until he saw Harry, threw the water polo away, and disappeared into the wall in a panic.

Filch thanked him, looking at Harry's hand with envy, with desire.

Hermione took out her wand and cleaned the surroundings.

He sighed and walked away.

They sat down at the long Gryffindor table. Before Ron sat down, he looked at the teacher's seat on his feet. The position of Defense Against the Dark Arts was empty, and no one was sitting there.

"Is there no professor this year?" Ron frowned.

Simo took over the conversation naturally: "It's normal to not have one. Think about the professors in the past three years."

"Professor Lupine is fine." Hermione retorted immediately.

Seamus turned his head to the side: "Maybe we just didn't see it? It's just that the substitute Professor Snape lost an arm."

There are two more chapters tonight, I will try to post them before ten o'clock~

Recently restored next day~