Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Rita looked at Harry apprehensively.

This answer was beyond her expectation.

She turned her head stiffly to look at Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard in the wizarding world, who would almost obey all the orders of the Ministry of Magic. At this moment, she didn't respond to Harry's remarks, only Helplessly wry smile.

"Harry, you can always poke the heartache of an old man like me." Dumbledore sighed.

Harry remained expressionless: "If you don't like to listen to the truth, next time I can follow Lockhart's way of sycophancy."

"That will only make it harder for me." Dumbledore smiled and shook his head.

Harry raised his wand and poked Rita in the face: "Didn't you ask a question after my report?"

"Now, in front of you, as Mr. Potter himself, I will give you a reply from Mr. Potter."

"I never thought I was a savior, and I didn't intend to be like Mr. Dumbledore. I was just an Avenger, understand, dear Miss Skeeter."

Rita nodded in panic.

"I said before that if I meet you, I will cut off your hands and pull out your tongue, so that you can't chew your tongue anymore." Harry took out the Gryffindor sword from the sorting hat.

Dumbledore took two steps back, as if he was afraid that blood would splash on his robe.

Rita became more panicked.

"But I think we can make a deal." Harry put the sword around Rita's neck, "do me a few favors, and I might as well not tell the Ministry that you're an illegal Animagus. "

"What's the matter?" Rita hurriedly said, "I'm good at writing articles. How about tomorrow's front page headlines praising you and Mr. Dumbledore?"

"We're past the childish age of praise." Harry patted her on the shoulder with his sword. "It's something for an Animagus of your size to do."

Rita's heart skipped a beat, and she had some bad premonitions.

"Help me find information about a wizard named 'Tom Riddle' from seventy to fifty years ago in the Ministry of Magic." Harry said softly.

Rita looked confused. "Tom Riddle? I've never heard of him."

"Would you like to hear it?" Harry smiled.

The smile is bewitching and full of danger.

Rita quickly shook her head: "No, I don't think it's good news for me."

"Have some brains." Harry suppressed his smile, "Secondly, go and check the news of the Crouch family to make sure whether Mr. Crouch Jr. is really dead, and Mr. Crouch has been dead in the past few months. Here, who are you in contact with, it is best to find all the contact content."

"Crouch?" Rita was even more confused, "Didn't Mr. Crouch die in an accident? I also went to the Ministry of Magic to inquire, and everyone said so."

"If you find what I want, I may be able to tell you the truth." Harry withdrew the sword, but still held it in his hand.

Rita nodded: "Of course, there is no problem."

Harry continued: "The third thing, who were Death Eaters in the Ministry of Magic back then, after you find out, make a list for me, okay?"

Rita's eyes immediately frightened.

Harry's words just now flooded into her mind - "I'm just an Avenger."

"Don't worry, I won't kill the Ministry of Magic to bleed, and Professor Dumbledore doesn't want to see that scene either." Harry shook his head, breaking her small thoughts, "I just want to clarify something."

"Well, what do you think of this deal?"

Rita took a deep breath, nodded, with a fake smile on her face: "Of course, Mr. Potter, these are trivial things."

"I mean, I do that kind of thing a lot."

Harry thrust his sword back into the Sorting Hat: "Good night, then, Miss Skeeter."

With a flick of his wand, all the sticks turned back into the table, and Dumbledore dissipated the magic, and the two of them walked out one after another, leaving Rita alone on the ground, gasping for breath, with panic in her eyes and heart. It's hard to disperse for a long time.

Fourth grade little wizard?

Rita wanted to spit on everyone at Hogwarts, spit shit all over their faces.

This is the fourth grade little wizard?

The pressure on her was much greater than that of the Ministry of Magic.

Harry and Dumbledore were walking up the grand staircase.

"Aren't you afraid that I really cut off her hand just now?" Harry looked at Dumbledore. The situation just now, with his personality, should be troublesome to stop him.

"I believe in you." Dumbledore smiled slightly. "Besides, you are still young and have the opportunity to be impulsive. As long as I don't kill her, I can calm down the trouble for you, and you can also learn a hard lesson."

"You hate her too." Harry nodded, suddenly realizing.

Dumbledore was stunned and laughed: "I do hate her a little bit, I always make up some nonsense, many people think I'm crazy, but she brought it up."

They walked into the stone statue on the third floor.

Dumbledore was a little relieved: "Are you still doubting Crouch?"

"Well, he can't be on a whim, wanting to replace Professor Moody and find his own youth in the idle campus life." Harry nodded in agreement, while taking out the Marauder's Map.

Dumbledore nodded too.

In the densely packed names.

Harry quickly found "Rita Skeeter", she was still in the classroom just now, and also quickly found the name of "Dolores Umbridge", she and Ludo were outside the castle , seems to be riding a carriage, very fast, is away from the school.

In the kitchen, the names of the house elves almost overlapped.

In the four lounges, the names of the students are densely packed.

On the edge of the Forbidden Forest and on the Black Lake, the names of the students from the two magic schools also walked around, and Hagrid wandered around Beauxbaton's RV.

But there isn't a single name that shouldn't be there.

"And this time besides Ludo, there are two other people who want me to participate in the Triwizard Tournament." Harry frowned, "If Crouch hadn't been discovered, maybe he would also deliver my name to the Goblet of Fire .”

"We can make a wild guess that the Death Eaters also want me to participate in the Triwizard Tournament."

Dumbledore frowned too.

"But the question is why?"

Harry pushed open the office door, put the Marauder's Map on the table, and took it into his pocket before Fox could react.

Fox groaned, but Harry moved gently, and it shifted slightly to a more comfortable position.

"It's impossible for the Death Eaters to graduate for so many years and still have a sense of honor in the school. They hope that I can win the trophy of the Triwizard Tournament instead of being taken away by wizards from the other two schools." Harry sat down expressionlessly. .

Dumbledore waved his wand, and the glass of milk fell in front of Harry.

"Please change to whiskey, thank you." Harry said blankly.

Give Dumbledore a little more wand, and swap the milk for butterbeer.

Harry sighed and drank it in one gulp: "Professor, do you have any ideas?"

Dumbledore shook his head: "I checked the Goblet of Fire just now. It has been confused many times, at least three times, maybe more."

"But I can't find the source of the magic power. It's been too long. It's the trace of last night."

Harry looked at the Marauder's Map: "I shouldn't have slept last night."

"It's not your fault, no one can foresee these things." Dumbledore shook his head, continued to look at the Marauder's Map, and summoned a roll of parchment, tapped it lightly with his wand, and a book and a parchment flew over .

Book and parchment overlap.

A quill was drawn on it, drawing a map of Hogwarts in greater detail.

"This is?" Harry looked at the book and pen.

They all have a very ancient aura, and there are constantly new auras emerging.

"The Book of Access and the Pen of Acceptance." Dumbledore introduced, "This is the treasure left by the Big Four. The birth of all magical children in Great Britain will be recorded in the book until they reach the age of eleven. , a list will be made for Minerva, and she will send admission letters to the students."

"Your father's Marauder's Map, that's what you refer to." Dumbledore paused slightly, wondering, "I don't remember them sneaking into my office."

"They came in." A portrait suddenly said.

Dumbledore looked up at him.

It was Phineas Black, the headmaster of Hogwarts more than a hundred years ago, and the great-great-grandfather of Sirius.

"I brought them in." Phineas said coyly, "While you were out, although Sirius was not very pleasing, I was his great-great-grandfather after all, and I couldn't refuse his request."

"They promised that they were only interested in the book of admission and the pen of acceptance. I didn't expect them to come up with this thing."

Harry raised his eyebrows: "It seems that they are very courageous."

"Smart little guys." Dumbledore was not angry at all, "Fortunately, they are the only ones who are naughty."

"You're only drawing the map now, isn't it too late?" Harry grumbled again, finishing his refill of butterbeer.

Dumbledore shook his head: "It's not too late at all. After all, the top three competitions haven't started yet, and as the headmaster, I should also leave some gifts for the next headmaster. Minerva should like it very much."

"That student must hate you." Harry said blankly.

He could already imagine that scene.

After the curfew, Professor McGonagall held up the map, waved his wand, and went out to catch the night-walking students, one by one. From then on, night-walking would really become a prohibition at Hogwarts.

Dumbledore paused: "You're right, then I should make some other arrangements."

He waved his wand, tapped lightly on the parchment, and the magical breath changed: "After eleven o'clock, students who travel at night are not allowed to appear on the map unless they are taught or managed. caught."

"Well, their names will also be kept in the dormitory, so as not to be discovered by the professor."

"There will be an early warning for students who have graduated, or non-Hogwarts faculty members. Fox, can you please call?"

The phoenix, which was curled up in Harry's arms, reluctantly poked its head out and let out a decadent "crack".

"It's not spiritual enough." Dumbledore waved his wand to remove the magic breath just now.

Fox raised his head and let out a crisp cry.

"That's right." Dumbledore continued drawing the map.

Harry picked up the Marauder's Map and stood up: "Professor, then I'm leaving?"

"Good night, don't worry too much, not to mention that Severus and I are still here, those Death Eaters will not pose any threat to you with your current strength." Dumbledore nodded to him and comforted him softly.

Harry waved his hand and walked to the door.

"Wait, Harry!" Dumbledore called to stop him. "Keep Fawkes."

Harry looked at Fox in his arms, and reluctantly put it back on the shelf: "I just want to get some more Phoenix tears."

Fox groaned dissatisfied.

Sorting Hat translation: "It says it doesn't want to cry recently."

"The Triwizard Tournament is a bit dangerous." Harry looked serious, "I have to make some preparations."

Fox thought for a while, remembered Hedwig's rations, and nodded reluctantly.

"Maybe you can also provide me with some phoenix feathers and phoenix blood?" Harry hit the snake with a stick, and immediately made more requests.

Fawkes was startled and groaned.

"It asks you what you want those things for." The Sorting Hat continued to translate.

Harry replied: "I'm trying some potions recently and I need these ingredients."

Fox rattled again.

Sorting Hat translation: "It can give you, but it needs ten pounds of Hedwig's owl rations."

"No problem." Harry nodded and responded readily.

Fox wailed happily, and the Sorting Hat said: "It allows you to prepare before the first project, pay with one hand, and deliver with one hand."

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