Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Aunt Petunia is getting better at her craft.

Hedwig has more and more friends.

Harry and Fox said goodbye, and went back to the Gryffindor lounge, the lion cubs had a quarrel, Percy graduated, and no one could control George and Fred anymore-although Percy was still there, he I can't control it, but at least my brother's deterrence keeps them from going too far.

When Harry crawled in, a strong smell of alcohol shot out like an arrow.

On the long table in the lounge, there were many wine bottles and several wine boxes.

There are seven-year-olds, George and Fred, and Harry told them that they can take out and drink.

The wine case was half empty.

Most lion cubs are drunk.

George and Fred grabbed Ron and ran around the long table with a strange sound of "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo".

Others were either dancing or lying dead.

There are few who are still sane.

"What's the matter with them?" Harry walked over to Hermione, who was sitting in the corner, holding a book by herself.

"Congratulations." Hermione replied curtly.

Harry sat down: "I'm only coming back now."

"They couldn't wait, so they celebrated first." Hermione said, a little helplessly, "At first they knew to drink less, but then they couldn't control it, and that's how it happened."

"Why did you come back so late, did you catch the people who voted for your name?"

Harry shook his head: "At least three, one of them is Ludo, who has surrendered himself."

"On the way back, I caught someone by the way."

Hermione was taken aback, and frowned: "The guy who gave you his name?"

"It's Rita Skeeter." Harry announced a name, which surprised Hermione.

She closed the book: "Didn't that woman not be invited to Hogwarts?"

"Animagus," Harry explained. "She's an Animagus, and a ladybug."

"That night, when we were talking to Mr. Scrimgeour, she turned into a ladybug in the tent?" Hermione's face became ugly. Fortunately, Rita was a woman, and if it was a man, she would be terrified now.

Harry nodded: "Well, when I was in that small room, I felt her breath, threw a bait, and she really took the bait."

"You took care of her, that's why you came back so late?" Hermione said worriedly, "Did you deal with it cleanly?"

Harry looked at her with a slightly helpless tone: "Hermione, who do you think I am?"

"Isn't it dealt with?" Hermione asked in surprise.

Harry shook his head: "Professor Dumbledore was by my side at the time, and her Animagus was very useful, so I made a deal with her."

"Help me find some information, and I will help her hide her situation temporarily."

Hermione nodded, thoughtfully: "Like Raignac?"

"At least not that soon." Harry didn't deny it.

There was still noise during the break, and someone finally found Harry back. They dragged their heavy bodies, crawled or walked to his side, holding empty glasses and wine bottles. Before Harry brought the bottle with wine, they Just dropped his head, unconscious.

Harry had a few drinks with the rest of the people who still had stomachs, and everyone in the lounge was wiped out except for Hermione.

He could only sigh, poured a bottle of potion for Ron, and carried him to the bedroom.

Hermione called out the house-elves to look after the little wizards.

Wait until the next day.

The Gryffindor cubs are still lying dead, the alcohol smell in the lounge has been cleaned up, the bottles that have rolled all over the floor have been put away, neatly arranged on the table, unfinished, It was neatly stuffed into the wine box.

Harry stepped over the little wizards covered with soft mattresses, and continued to go out for training.

A lot has changed at Hogwarts.

A lot of people gathered by the Black Lake, most of them were little witches in grades four, five and six.

They looked at Harry and screamed.

"Look, as I said, Potter will get up early to exercise." A little Hufflepuff witch excitedly held the model of the Gryffindor sword in her hand, the "ruby" on the hilt was still shining light gold red light.

"He really has a good temperament."

"Do you want to go over and get his autograph?"

"You go, you go!"

They were chattering and enthusiastic, but none of them dared to ask for an autograph.

Harry's temper was cold, and they had little contact with them. The things they had witnessed in the past few years made this little wizard in their hearts as unattainable as in the clouds.

Moreover, they don't look as fanatical as they say.

There were even quite a few excited little witches watching Harry holding a poster of Krum in his hand. It was the moment when he heroically swooped down to catch the Golden Snitch in the Quidditch World Cup. The hand and half of the head were cut into it. If you don't look carefully, you may be mistaken for Krum's celebration fireworks.

Harry ignored it, and trotted away quickly, which made the little witches feel lost. They looked at Harry's back from afar until they saw him again, and continued to squat by the black lake, waiting for Krum to emerge from the boat.

Once Fred and George came to their senses, they quickly made new fireworks.

After launching, the image of Harry will bloom in the sky, wearing leather armor and carrying double swords.

They even wanted to have a statue of Harry in the auditorium, but this idea was too absurd and was rejected by Harry and Professor McGonagall.

Even in the waiting room, their idea failed, and they often started to be wiped out by Harry's Vanishing Curse.

These two brothers are very good, but sometimes their ideas are too wild, and Harry can't stand it.

The professors were more concerned about Harry's confinement.

Professor McGonagall no longer complained.

Flitwick and Harry began to discuss the theory of magic.

Professor Sprout even stopped the confinement of several students, leaving only Cedric and Neville, and spent the rest of the time preparing the confinement content for Harry.

Snape didn't say anything, but whether it was in confinement or in class, they were all adjusted in the direction of detoxification, cursing and healing.

After Rita suffered a loss, she restrained herself a little—it was only limited to the topics related to "Harry Potter". Li, she flattered objectively and praised him greatly.

Using her "independent thinking" brain, praised Harry for having all the noble qualities of Gryffindor.

until Friday.

Two consecutive potions classes gave the little wizards some headaches, and the content of the class was also extremely tricky. Snape was teaching them a general-purpose antidote, which could remove most poisons that did not have magical power.

Even in Snape's view, it was already very simple.

But the little wizards were still clumsy, which made him a little annoyed.

at this time.

There was a knock on the door of the basement classroom.

Snape waved his wand, and the door opened, and a second-year wizard stood restrained in the doorway.

"What is it?" Snape asked, frowning.

The little wizard looked at Snape, his face turned slightly pale, he took two steps back, took a deep breath, and said tremblingly, "Professor Snape, I want to take Harry Potter upstairs."

"You should know that it's class time now." Snape slowed down his tone and his face became more gloomy.

"Mr. Bagman asked Potter to go." The little wizard was embarrassed. "All warriors are going. It seems that they want to take pictures and interview."

Snape waved his wand: "Then hurry up, Potter, five points from Gryffindor for your absence, and tonight after you finish the confinement of the last professor, come to me for two hours." confinement."

The second-year wizard looked at Harry with pity.

When Harry packed his things and came out, he immediately apologized in a panic: "Sorry, Potter, I didn't expect that"

Harry shook his head, said something reassuring, and followed him outside a classroom on the first floor.

He knocked on the door, pushed it open and went in.

Fleur and Krum were already inside, sitting on chairs in the corner, exchanging whispers, and greeted Harry when he came in.

The classroom was small, with a long table in the center, and Rita sat in a corner, writing her next report.

Another man with a big belly held up his camera and greedily took pictures of Fleur, and occasionally took a few pictures of Harry and Krum copiously.

Krum was a little too gloomy.

Although Harry was good-looking, he was not easy to provoke, and Rita didn't dare to speak ill of him.

Fu Rong is the only female warrior, and she has Veela blood, half-human blood, and has no background. Besides, beautiful girls always have more topics than wizards.

Ludo, who was sitting in the center, was talking with Ollivander. The master stick maker hadn't seen him for several years, but he was still the same as four years ago, and the years seemed to have left no trace on him.

Waiting for Dumbledore and the other two principals to push the door in.

Ludo stood up and said with a smile: "Ms. Umbridge has something to go back to the Ministry of Magic, so this wand test will be conducted by our four referees."

Rita looked a little uncomfortable, obviously Umbridge's return had something to do with her.

"We must ensure your condition. After all, for wizards, the wand is the second life. If there is a problem with the wand, it will be difficult to guarantee your safety in the game."

"The person responsible for checking the status of the wand is the expert specially invited by the Ministry of Magic, the world-renowned wand master Mr. Ollivander."

He holds out his hand.

The old wizard sitting next to him stood up slowly, his eyes flicked over the three warriors, and he stayed by Harry's side for the longest time. He saw that he was wearing a wizard robe neatly, and there was nothing on his body that was intrusive. With a hat on, a bit of relief appeared in his eyes.

"Next, I'll leave it to you, Mr. Ollivander." Ludo sat down and waved at him.

Ollivander came out and went to Fleur: "How about starting with Miss Delacour?"

Fleur immediately took out her wand and handed it to him.

Ollivander carefully touched it from head to tail: "Nine and a half inches, maple wood, oh, this core, is a piece of Veela hair?"

"My grandma's." Furong replied with a normal complexion.

"Kindness is always the greatest strength," Ollivander went on, "I'm not a big fan of Veela materials, they're always too sensitive, but I guess it's for you."

While speaking, he waved lightly.

"The orchids are in bloom."

A bouquet of flowers bloomed from the tip of the wand. He took off the bouquet and handed it back to Fleur together with the wand: "It's in very good condition. You have worked hard to maintain it. The most beautiful flowers are given to the most beautiful warriors."

Furong blushed slightly, took the bouquet: "Thank you."

"Mr. Krum?" Ollivander walked up to the second person.

Krum drew his wand and handed it to him.

"Aha, it's a typical Quidditch player's wand." Ollivander took it over. "Although you take good care of it, players will inevitably bump into it."

Krum nodded.

Ollivander put it in reverse: "Grigovitch's craftsmanship, I don't like him too much, he always prefers a style that is too strong, and thinks that a wand with greater power is better for a wizard. I recommend him to go with him. Goblin studies."

"Of course it's his work, the wand's abilities have not been affected by Quidditch."

"Ten and a quarter inches, hornbeam, dragon's tendon, a very powerful combination."

He waved his wand: "Flocks of birds."

With a bang, the magic surged, and out came a crowded flock of birds, flying away through the open window.

Ollivander returned his wand and looked at Harry: "Then the last person, Mr. Potter."