Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

The little lions put their ears together.

"I probably won't participate." Harry thought for a while and gave the answer.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

"Harry, why didn't you participate?" Ron was a little surprised. "If you participated, it would be a Hogwarts warrior."

Harry put it succinctly: "Waste of time."

After thinking about it, I added: "It's no fun bullying children."

Several senior students hid their faces.

What a bully

"You're only fourteen years old this year!" Hermione poked the back of his hand lightly, angrily, "You're still a child."

"Can beat the professor's child?" Harry said in a low tone.

The little lions nodded in agreement. If they hadn't seen with their own eyes that Harry was the size of a little radish in the first grade, and had grown up year by year, they wouldn't have believed that Mr. Potter, who could beat a professor, was only fourteen this year. age.

This is fourteen years old?

The discussion gradually grew louder.

Dumbledore had to wave his hand lightly to make his voice louder: "I know you are all eager to represent Hogwarts as a warrior and win the Trifinals trophy, but—"

"Our three academies and the Ministry of Magic agreed that an age limit should be added to this year's participants. Only students who have reached the age of seventeen are allowed to sign up."

George pinched his waist: "Professor Dumbledore, this is not fair, we all know that Harry is the best little wizard in Hogwarts!"

"He's not seventeen," Fred agreed.

They had just heard that Harry didn't want to play in the Tri-Finals, but that didn't stop them from moving Harry out - they didn't turn seventeen until next year, seven months away.

Dumbledore smiled slightly: "Of course, we have also taken this into consideration. There will always be some young wizards with outstanding talents. When they are very young, they are far better than the students in the sixth and seventh grades."

"So, those who are confident in themselves, young wizards under the age of seventeen, can apply to their dean. As long as the dean judges that you meet the registration criteria, then he can entrust the professor to help you register."

The little wizards turned their attention to Harry again.

It's almost like special terms for Harry.

"This measure is very necessary." Dumbledore said earnestly, "Even after our preparations, the three-final competition is still very dangerous. Even the outstanding students in the sixth and seventh grades will hardly pass it safely."

"So I will personally take action to ensure that no young wizard can sign up beyond the age limit without the professor's permission."

George and Fred sat back, looked up at Professor McGonagall from time to time, and whispered.

Dumbledore continued: "In addition, the delegation of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons will arrive in October and will spend most of the school year with us. Divide some."

As he said that, he paused, a little helpless: "At least let our college scores be in three digits, okay?"

A burst of laughter erupted from the Gryffindor table.

Snape and Professor McGonagall turned cold.

"Principal, we'll make sure," cried George.

Fred followed suit: "After all, we don't bully people who just lost their father."

On the long Slytherin table, Malfoy thumped the table hard.

"Fred, how can you say that, he just entered Azkaban." George shook his head and frowned, as if he was really reprimanding Fred.

Fred looked innocent: "Can Death Eaters come out of Azkaban?"

"Mr. Weasley!" McGonagall stood up with a gentle tone, but she was filled with a dangerous aura, "Do you want to be locked up when school starts?"

"No, Professor McGonagall." George shook his head, raised his hand, and saluted the dean with a French military salute. "We are just discussing a question."

"Whether the person whose father enters Azkaban is considered an orphan." Fred also gave the French military salute, "This is a very serious question."

"Maybe I should teach these two students with dirty mouths a lesson." Moody, who had been sitting silently, stood up, making a gesture to draw out his wand.

McGonagall stopped him: "I am the head of Gryffindor."

Moody sat back down again.

McGonagall glanced over: "Shut up, Mr. Weasley!"

George and Fred behaved immediately.

On the long Slytherin table, Malfoy was so angry that his face was half red and half white, but no one comforted him. The Slytherins all looked at him coldly. Then there's Malfoy.

Little Mr. Malfoy straightened his back, and tried his best to maintain his daily elegant sitting posture.

What father and mother often said flashed through his mind.

Even the words of Fred and George came out.

I am an incompetent person, without my father, I am nothing.

Even his friends were like this. Those good friends he thought had set boundaries with him long before the start of school, and made an appointment to go to Diagon Alley together. After the news was published in the newspaper, they sent owls one by one, There is something missing.

But on that day, Malfoy went to Diagon Alley alone, and he could see them talking and laughing together from a distance.

There is nothing more cold than this.

"Okay, let's sing another school song, let's go back to the dormitory and rest." Dumbledore waved his hand, and the lyrics emerged in the air.

George and Fred sang the loudest in the joyous melody of the "Aria."

They sang more than once.

Until Jordan Lee sang the school song at the slowest speed, George and Fred sang it almost to the end for the fourth time.

With a flick of his wand, Dumbledore opened the Great Hall door.

The little wizards got up and walked towards the grand staircase.

"Potter." Before he had gone a few steps, a man stopped in front of Harry, his voice was very gentle, "Sorry, excuse me."

Harry looked at him.

It's Hufflepuff's finest little wizard, Cedric Diggory.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked.

Cedric took a deep breath: "I heard that you won't participate in the final three?"

"I can't promise you anything." Harry looked up and looked at Moody who was chatting with Dumbledore on the teacher's table, "But at least for now, I have no intention of participating."

Cedric followed his gaze and smiled slightly: "Mr. Potter is eyeing our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor again?"

"Don't worry." Harry looked back, "Believe in yourself, you've always been good, haven't you?"

"And won the House Cup with Hufflepuff last year."

Cedric smiled wryly and shook his head: "If Mr. Weasleys hadn't often led people to fight Slytherin, the Academy Cup might still belong to Gryffindor."

"Fortunately, I'm already in the sixth grade, and I'll graduate the next year. At most, I'll have two more school years to worry about, and I'll only meet you in the Quidditch Cup next year."

As he spoke, he took a deep breath and summoned up his courage: "Mr. Potter, no matter whether you will participate in the semi-finals or not, I will sign up. Of course, I hope you can also sign up."

After saying this, Cedric waved Harry goodbye.

Wait until he disappears.

Ron frowned: "Mr Diggory, I mean Cedric's father, he's actually quite annoying."

Harry let out a confused nasal sound.

"We used the Portkey with him to see the Quidditch World Cup," Ron went on, as he walked, "Mr Diggory kept showing off Cedric on the way, saying he was the one who beat you, Harry." Outstanding student."

"Obviously it was just a mistake, as if it was really won by strength."

Harry shook his head: "It is indeed based on strength, otherwise why not Ravenclaw?"

Ron curled his lips. He just felt a little uncomfortable. His best and best friend had been slandered in private.

"I haven't met old Mr Diggory," Harry went on, "but I admire Cedric, he's a fine guy, and if Lady Hufflepuff had an inheritance, she'd be happy to choose him as heir. "

It wasn't the first time he and Cedric had met.

In the Quidditch Cup, they have played against each other several times, and they also had some contact in the training match.

Harry can guarantee that he has never come into contact with such a polite person except for Ms. Hufflepuff in the portrait. This is not a disguised face, but the real one. In the senses of a witcher, he That's it.

Ron was a little surprised: "Is he so good?"

"If I hadn't participated in the Tri-finals, maybe he would have been a Hogwarts warrior." Harry nodded. "I'm afraid there is no other sixth or seventh grader who is better than him."

Ron grabbed the handrail of the stairs and wanted to take another look at Cedric, but his figure had completely disappeared.

"Leave aside the tri-finals, what's wrong with that Professor Moody?" When they reached the second floor, there were not many people around, Hermione asked, "Harry, you seem to have found something?"

"Moody, I know." Ron said immediately, "He just looks a little neurotic and has a nickname of Mad-Eye, but Dad often mentions him. Apart from being too nervous and sensitive, he is actually a very good person. people."

"My father said, if you choose one person among all wizards to entrust your life to the past, Harry, you will be the first, followed by Professor Moody, then Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and Sproul Professor Terry, and then Professor Dumbledore."

"Uncle Arthur is very wise," Harry said happily.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief: "So Harry is a little too sensitive?"

Harry shook his head: "No, I really feel something is wrong."

Ron and Hermione froze.

"There are several familiar auras about him." Harry frowned, "The combination of those will be a bottle of potion that I have come into contact with, but the aura in the auditorium just now was too messy, and I won't be able to fully understand it for a while. Distinguish."

He had been exposed to too many potions.

He has boiled all the potions in the textbook, outside of the textbook, and even a book of "Powerful Potion", except for the potion that needs to be boiled for a long time, such as Felix Elixir.

"What kind of potion?" Hermione asked.

Harry continued to shake his head: "It doesn't look like a good potion."

Ron scratched his cheek: "Professor Moody is really a good man. When he was young, when he hunted down dark wizards, he could guarantee that he would not use too evil black magic, but only use some curses."

"I'm just skeptical." Harry comforted him. "If you want to open it up, maybe Professor Moody just has some physical problems, and he has to take some dangerous medicine to recuperate his body."

Ron opened his mouth.

that doesn't sound like good news

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