Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Harry held out his wand.

Ollivander took it, and the wand was clean without any fingerprints. He smiled with satisfaction: "Harry, it seems like it just happened yesterday that you bought this wand from me."

"It's been more than three years, more than 1,200 days." Harry kindly reminded him.

Ollivander curled his lips: "I know you are the owner of the cedar wand, so don't remind me like that."

He paused to make sure that Harry was not going to say anything more, and then continued: "It's hard to imagine you'd be a Quidditch player, without any signs of a collision."

"I usually stuff it in my hat when I'm doing Quidditch," Harry answered him.

The Sorting Hat said loudly: "It's just stuffed into my body."

Furong was taken aback: "It can talk?"

"Of course, little Veela girl, don't you know that Hogwarts has a talking hat?" The Sorting Hat muttered, "I'm a Gryffindor hat, so I'm very famous."

Fleur looked at it and held her breath: "I thought Gryffindor's hat would be better."

She couldn't find a word that could describe the image of the sorting hat in her own image without belittling the sorting hat.

"It does look like a dirty old battered hat." Harry said what she wanted to say.

The Sorting Hat yelled, "Harry!"

"But looks don't make it the best hat ever," Harry went on.

The Sorting Hat snorted proudly: "Yes, I am the best hat."

Furong hesitated to speak.

She didn't know what to complain about. Should I first say that this hat is too easy to be fooled, or should I first say that this hat is still a hat now?

Ollivander coughed lightly: "Potter, you take good care of your wand. I've actually been worried about it. After all, you made that kind of request to me, but luckily you didn't let your wand live up to it. It gets along well with you." very harmonious."

"Eleven inches, cedar, phoenix feathers, for the keenest wizard."

He waved his wand lightly: "Clear water is like a spring."

The wand reluctantly cooperated with him, and spit out a mouthful of water.

"It doesn't welcome me very much." Ollivander sighed, "I'm its father."

On the wand, the breath of resistance became more intense.

Ollivander quickly returned the wand: "It's an excellent wand, we must continue to treat it well."

He turned around and was about to return to his seat.

"Wait, Mr. Ollivander," Harry called to stop him.

Ollivander looked back puzzled.

"My situation is a little special, and there are two things I need you to check." Harry said calmly.

Ollivander thumped in his heart: "You went to buy wands from other wand makers behind my back?"

Harry shook his head, and pulled out the Gryffindor sword from the Sorting Hat: "No, besides the wand, I also have melee weapons. Can you help me check?"

"The Sword of Gryffindor." Ollivander heaved a sigh of relief, but his expression and tone became complicated, "Aha, I clearly remember that when you first met, you asked me where I could forge a sword. to a handle."

"A weapon of Gryffindor, it's excellent"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Harry's movement.

Immediately afterwards, he pulled out the Snake Bone Sword from the Sorting Hat: "It's actually two, please check."

Ollivander held the Gryffindor sword, looked at the Snakebone Sword again, and finally fell on the wand still held by Harry. It happily wrapped its breath around its master's wrist, gnashing its teeth .

How can you do this!

Your master not only acquires other weapons, but even two.

Sober up!

Thou art a cedar wand with a phoenix feather core!

"I don't really understand this kind of stupid and rude weapon!" He clenched his molars tightly, and a few words popped out of his throat, "Mr. Bagman, you should invite a goblin over here, I just Stickmakers, not blacksmiths!"

Bagman poked his head: "Mr. Ollivander, I heard about you when you were young."

Ollivander interrupted him: "That's just a rumor. Ollivander has always been focused on wands."

"Then I'll call the goblin to check again?" Bagman sighed with regret, took out his wand, and was about to cast the Patronus Charm.

Karkaroff coughed twice: "No wizard will use this kind of weapon. I don't think there is a need to check."

"Maybe I should bring a portrait of Gryffindor?" Harry said blankly.

Karkaroff subconsciously shrank his neck.

"Harry, do you think there is something wrong with your weapon?" Dumbledore looked at him tenderly.

Harry shook his head: "I know their status very well."

Dumbledore looked at Ludo: "Then don't bother to call the goblin over. I remember that your sword was made by Raignac?"

Harry nodded.

"That goblin?" Ludo was a little surprised. "The Ministry of Magic caught him last time and let him work for the Ministry of Magic. Harry, you were able to convince it."

He thought of something, and his tone was a little weird: "Could it be the sword of Gryffindor?"

"I don't know when I became a fool in your mind." Harry cut him off.

Ludo paused, nodded, and there was still some worry in his words: "Is it really not necessary? I can call Raignac and check it again."

He still couldn't finish his sentence.

Maxim interrupted with a dissatisfied tone: "Mr. Bagman, you have too much preference for Mr. Porter. Don't forget your identity. You are the referee now, so be fair."

"Okay." Ludo sighed regretfully.

Ollivander handed back the Gryffindor sword and stabbed it at the sorting hat: "Mr. Potter, how do you insert it back?"

"That's not it!" The Sorting Hat yelled anxiously, "Hey, it's too rough, aim more, forget it, you'd better let Harry come."

Harry took over and inserted both swords back, which made Ollivander feel much better.

That's right, a wizard should look like a wizard, just with a wand, but nothing with a sword.

Checking the wand didn't take long.

On the contrary, it took a long time for the next photo shoot. Karkaroff always wanted to put Krum in the center, and Maxim and the cameraman with a big belly felt that Fleur should be in the center.

Ludo and Rita agree that Harry should be at the center.

After a long time of talking, they were finally persuaded by Dumbledore. Ludo stood in the center, three warriors stood beside him, and then the three principals. Ms. Maxim was the largest, and she occupied the back row. In the center, Karkaroff and Dumbledore are on the left and right.

A whole afternoon wasted.

He also missed a Potions lesson, which put Harry in a bad mood, and he was in a bad mood, and Rita was scared that the Daily Prophet was about to usher in a bloodbath.

Harry returned to the Great Hall, just as dinner began.

There were already some foods on his plate that he loved, but were almost wiped out by Ron, Neville and the others.

"Why is it taking so long?" Hermione looked at the few people in the teacher's seat who also came late, including Rita, that woman who looked very annoying.

"Something that wastes time." Harry tore a piece of meat off the lamb chops, "Interviews, group photos, etc."

He paused as he spoke, "And I think the role of the Ministry of Magic may end here."

Hermione was puzzled: "They still work?"

She had already seen the essence of the Ministry of Magic—at the Quidditch World Cup, this group of people did not show up until Harry had finished cleaning up the Death Eaters. Even Scotland Yard would not be so slow. They would at least invite Holmes afterward.

Moreover, Ludo was not punished in any way, and was still in charge of the Triwizard Tournament.

"Maybe." Harry looked at the cheerful Ludo.

Wait until the dinner party is halfway through.

Hagrid sneaked in, stooping - even so, he was half a body taller than the young wizards.

He walked up to Harry: "Harry, congratulations, how does it feel to be a warrior?"

"It's a bit annoying." Harry expressed his feelings bluntly, "Everywhere you go now, you will be surrounded by crowds. Professor Sprout is so easy to talk, there were even more than 30 people gathered in the greenhouse in the herbal medicine class last time."

"This is the reputation of a warrior." Hagrid patted him on the shoulder lightly, lowering his voice, "Come to my cabin at twelve o'clock tomorrow night, wearing your invisibility cloak, I have a surprise for you."

Harry looked at him.

This huge face hidden in the beard was filled with an excited smile: "Is it related to the first project?"

"Harry?" Hagrid was taken aback and asked in surprise.

"True." Harry nodded thoughtfully, "But the Triwizard Tournament doesn't prohibit professors from helping? Professor Hagrid."

He called "Professor Hagrid" with a bright smile on his face: "I said so on the surface, but just like the school rules of Hogwarts, the professors in every school will spare no effort to help the warriors." .”

"Tomorrow at twelve o'clock, remember the invisibility cloak, you can't be seen by other people"

"Let me think about it." Harry thought of Charlie and his farewell to the others at the train station. "The first project is a dragon?"

Hagrid was shocked: "How do you know?"

"Charlie sent me a birthday present during the summer vacation, a lifelike model of a dragon, and a book on how to deal with dragons." Harry said blankly, "He knows that I love the material of the dragon more than the model, the material Also cheaper."

"I was a little confused at the time, but now I understand."

Hagrid nodded numbly: "Harry, you are still so sharp, which is a surprise."

"I'm really surprised." Harry's expression remained unchanged, "As expected of the Triwizard Tournament, the first event is dragon slaying."

Hagrid was taken aback, and hesitantly said, "Although you should have the strength to slay dragons, the remaining two warriors don't. I think the first item might not be so rough."

Harry shook his head.

Hagrid was puzzled.

Hermione explained for him: "Harry means that whatever the first project is, for him, it will be dragon slaying."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and poked the armor under her robe: "Dragon skin seems to be better than basilisk skin?"

Hagrid looked at them both in horror.

what happened?

He hesitated to speak, and finally sighed: "Okay, are you coming tomorrow night? After all, it's a dragon."

"Of course." Harry agreed.

Ron leaned his head closer and muttered, "What are you talking about?"

Their discussion was muffled, which was hard for Hagrid, who blushed.

"Want to go see a good one tomorrow night, do you want to go together?" Harry extended an invitation to him.

Ron nodded, not forgetting to stuff pudding into his mouth.

Hagrid got up, walked towards the teacher's bench with a ruddy complexion, and talked with Maxim with a happy face.

Hermione looked at him blankly: "Too bad, Hagrid might be in love."

"It's not easy for Hagrid." Harry looked at Maxim, "They may be the same type of people, and it's rare to see such a good match."

Ron tried to swallow what was in his mouth: "What are you going to see?"

"You'll find out tomorrow night." Harry took a lamb chop from his plate and put it on his plate.

Ron was immediately elated and stopped asking.

Sunday night.

Harry took out the Invisibility Cloak after a long absence, covered the three of them, slipped out of the castle, went to Hagrid's cabin, and knocked on the door.

Hagrid opened the door, looked towards the empty outside, and lowered his voice: "Harry?"

"It's me." Harry answered him calmly.

Hermione and Ron stared at Hagrid in disbelief, even if they had nothing else to look at, they felt that they hadn't come tonight in vain.