Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Chapter 186 Hermione, You Understand (Resignation for CK, 845)

Rita's expression changed suddenly.

This is extremely dire news.

It was more terrifying than any news I had heard before.

She turned into a ladybug and flew away in panic, not daring to stay in this terrible place any longer. The Gryffindor lounge is much more terrifying than Azkaban!

"She walked so fast." Ron sighed, a little regretful, and carefully placed the sleeping Crookshanks on the stool. "I also want to tell her a more surprising news."

"Skeeter is already at the limit." Hermione shook her head, grabbed the back of Crookshanks' neck, and lifted it roughly, "If you tell her about that again, you might have to plunge your head into it." In the fireplace."

"She can't bear it." Ron pouted, "I wasn't so panicked at the time."

"She's not number three at Hogwarts." Harry patted him on the shoulder.

Ron was a little surprised: "Harry, are you praising me?"

Harry and Hermione were silent.

It seems that staying up late will lower people's IQ, so we have to pay attention to it in the future.

They went back to their dormitory to sleep.

Until Friday night.

George and Fred got another batch of wine to make up for Tuesday night, and they didn't celebrate very well because there were classes the next day.

The golden egg was invited out again.

They are passed around among the lion cubs.

"This thing seems to be able to be opened?" In Fred's hand, he noticed the gap on the golden egg and hesitated.

Harry nodded: "A magic item."

Fred immediately ignored George's expectant eyes, and handed it back: "Then Harry, quickly open it, let's see what's inside!"

"He's so heavy, maybe it's a piece of gold." Ron excitedly raised a guess.

"It's a hint for the second level." Hermione poked a blank face, puncturing the illusions of Ron and many little wizards who were expecting gold, "You heard Harry say that the other day."

Ron muttered, "Maybe the clue is made of gold?"

Harry took out his wand, tapped it lightly, and the eggshell immediately split into two, but there was nothing inside, and a magical breath was brewing in the empty eggshell.

An extremely ear-piercing, extremely sharp scream gushed out together with this aura, filling the entire lounge, dozens of times more miserable than the scream of the demon spirit.

His eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he closed it immediately.

The little wizards were still in shock, and they looked at the golden egg in fear.

It looks so luxurious on the outside, but there is such a strange and terrifying cry inside.

"What is that?" A little first-year wizard was a little frightened, dumbfounded, and muttered to himself.

Seamo's eyes widened: "That sounded like a female ghost's cry, Harry, you will definitely pass by the female ghosts in the next round of competition, and snatch some treasure from under their guard!"

"No!" Neville's face turned pale, "That's the scream of being tortured, Harry, you may be tortured."

"It's so outrageous, torture will hurt the little wizard." George immediately shook his head, pressed his shoulders, and said softly, "Think about it, the female ghost might be right, that thing is not easy to deal with."

"But Harry knows the Patronus Charm." Fred shook his head. "That kind of creature is not enough for a griffin."

The little lions laughed happily.

Hermione frowned, denying this statement: "That's not the cry of a female ghost. The female ghost is longer, darker, and more miserable."

"Have you ever seen a female ghost?" A senior witch asked critically.

Just as Hermione was about to speak, Harry answered, "It's not a female ghost, it's the cry of a mermaid."

Mermaid?

The little wizards were puzzled.

This creature is almost beyond their cognitive range.

Although we all know that there is a group of mermaids living under the Black Lake,

"Well, I've dealt with them a lot in the last year." Harry nodded.

Ron shook his head: "I've seen them too. It was Sirius's Christmas party. We went to the bottom of the Black Lake and dealt with mermaids. They can talk."

"That's underwater," Harry explained more clearly. "When they're above water, they can't talk, they just make this high-pitched noise."

"Mermaids don't seem to be able to get out of water?" George asked cautiously.

He and Fred have been together for so many years, but they have never seen a mermaid bubbling out of the water a few times, and only a few times when they drank wine, a mermaid came out of the lake, but the memory of that time has long since faded away. Not clear.

Harry was silent and didn't speak.

Under normal conditions, the mermaid would certainly not surface.

But there will always be special circumstances. When he is practicing magic, there will always be some mermaids who are not very lucky.

"We haven't learned mermaid language before." Hermione became embarrassed, and looked at the other little wizards, "Do any of you know mermaid language?"

A second-year young wizard raised his hand tremblingly.

"You will?" Hermione was a little surprised, besides their fourth graders, Gryffindor actually had such students who love learning?

"No." The little wizard shook his head, "But Mr. Bagman didn't say that warriors cannot accept help from outside."

"As long as you don't get discovered." Before he finished speaking, Fred walked over and pressed his shoulder, "How did you sneak into Gryffindor? There are still such well-behaved students in our school?"

Li Qiaodan also walked over and grabbed his little face: "It seems that we have to teach you how to be an excellent Gryffindor."

Hermione sighed in disappointment, looking away from the senior student.

George frowned: "Percy will, but he has graduated, should I write for help?"

Harry shook his head: "It doesn't need to be so troublesome, it's very simple."

With a flick of his wand, an empty wine bottle twisted into a glass basin.

Clear water is like a spring.

He chanted the spell, and the torrent of water gushed out, filling the basin very quickly. With a wave of his wand again, the water flowed into three earmuffs, connected with the basin, covering the heads of himself, Hermione and Ron. Harry stuffed the golden egg in and opened it again.

A little wizard immediately covered his ears.

But this time there were no screams, only faint singing.

Can't hear clearly outside the water.

Only Harry, Hermione, and Ron, wearing water earmuffs, could hear clearly.

The mermaid's singing is not pleasant, the accent is very weird, barely better than the ghost band, fortunately, this song is not long, and it will be sung in a loop soon, and when the second time begins, Harry immediately closes the golden egg, takes out the water pot.

With a touch of the wand, both the basin and the water disappeared.

"What's the content?" Fred looked over eagerly and asked.

Ron looked strange, and looked out of the castle.

Harry replied softly with a blank face: "The second round is for me to dive into the Black Lake, and within an hour, get back my treasure that they snatched from me."

"Mermaids are very courageous." Ron sighed, "They dare to steal your things."

The expressions of the little wizards became the same as Ron's.

It's amazing.

Hermione shook her head: "It's probably not the mermaid, but the Ministry of Magic."

"Aha, worse than a mermaid." George exclaimed, "And the Ministry of Magic should know Harry's strength better than a mermaid."

Fred rubbed the little wizard's face. The cheeks of a twelve-year-old were soft, and he couldn't put it down: "Even if the Aurors come, they can't take away Harry's things."

"The whole Auror's office is not acceptable." Seamus raised his head proudly.

Harry nodded, expressionless: "I'm also looking forward to how they will take my baby away."

He calculated in his mind.

The most precious things to me are two swords, potions, those magical materials, and the motorcycle that was modified until the last moment, and the idea of ​​​​the Sorting Hat was transplanted into it.

The Ministry didn't know about the motorcycle.

And the rest are put in the sorting hat, so they will come to grab the sorting hat?

The hat was lying on the table, shaking the pointed hat, trying to learn the singing of the murloc. It had an impulse to move this song to the opening ceremony of the next year. It has been that style for thousands of years. , Maybe changing it will be more fresh?

It noticed Harry's gaze almost immediately, saw the thought in his eyes, and excitedly shook the tip of the hat even more: "Harry! You are looking at me, am I your most precious treasure?"

Hermione's face didn't change, it was just a hat.

"All my belongings are in your body." Harry shook his head, "They can only do it to you."

The Sorting Hat flicked the tip of the hat: "At this time, you should say something nice to coax this old hat of me."

"How can a boy not sweet talk?"

"You are almost fifteen years old. If you don't master this skill, how will you coax girls in the future? Godric is suffering from this."

Hermione's eyes became dangerous.

The hat paused and shouted happily: "Children, let me tell you the story of Godric's first love."

The little wizards rushed over excitedly.

Ron has no past. He is now more interested in food than listening to love stories, and he is very melancholy: "I am a little worried that the second round of the competition will not go on."

Obviously, there will be big problems in the process of snatching the treasures of the warriors.

Knowing about the second round of the match, Gryffindor wasn't worried about Harry. They expected the Ministry of Magic to suffer another loss under Harry's hands, and they had better fight vigorously.

But what they expected never happened.

The Ministry of Magic didn't take a shot at Harry, and even Ludo was rarely seen at Hogwarts.

The time soon came to December, entering deep winter, Hogwarts entered a month with only two snowfalls, one from the beginning of the month to the middle of the month, and the other from the middle of the month to the end of the month.

On the dormitory calendar, Harry marked the Thursday before Christmas with a red circle.

The letter from the old lover of the unknown Dumbledore prophet has always been kept in his heart.

Before he could find Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall was the first to announce a big news to her class.

She kept a straight face, but she still couldn't hide the smile.

"Christmas is coming, but this year's Christmas is different from previous years. Because of the Triwizard Tournament, we will hold a dance on Christmas-this is also a tradition of the Triwizard Tournament, and it is also a tradition of our three schools. Great opportunity to communicate."

"However, the dance is only open to students above the fourth grade. If, I mean, if you have a crush who is in the third grade, you can invite him to join you."

"Of course, I don't really want to see a first-year little wizard appear."

The lion cubs laughed.

Then, she paused and looked at Hermione meaningfully: "And, Mr. Potter, the following words are for you alone, as a warrior of Hogwarts and a warrior of Gryffindor , you need a companion."

Hermione blushed, understanding the meaning of McGonagall's gaze just now.

Harry said blankly: "Professor, I'm only fourteen, and I'll be fifteen in half a month, far from the age of marriage."

The little wizards laughed even louder.

"No, not that kind of partner." Mag smiled and shook his head, "It's a dance partner, a dance partner at the Christmas ball."

"I know you may not like it, but as a warrior, you need to dance the first dance at the Yule Ball with the warriors from the other two schools, so a dance partner is a must for you."

"There is still half a month, you have to choose before then."

"Of course, if any of you think they are suitable, you can also invite Mr. Potter."

It's getting better today! Praise myself!

Tomorrow, we will start paying off the debt for the next leader!