Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Ron spoke loudly, and he was confident in himself now.

In the first and second grades, Harry's evaluation of himself still might not be able to beat Malfoy.

But now I can beat it easily, if it wasn't for a careless

"Are you in a bad mood?" Hermione put down the book, moved the bench, and sat closer to Harry, "Did you find anything after passing?"

There were other people in the lounge, and Harry lowered his voice: "It's not like I didn't find anything. I have a little surprise that can solve some troubles."

Hermione nodded and moved closer.

The fireplace was quiet again, they were flipping through the books, Ron put on the plaster, then retreated to the table and continued to deal with homework.

Occasionally a few sparks burst out, and Crookshanks hunted and played. It didn't continue to play with the Sorting Hat, and now the hat couldn't talk, it was motionless, and it didn't mean anything. If the hat can't speak, it loses its meaning as a cat scratching board.

During the Christmas holidays, Harry was very busy.

Every day on the way to class.

But very fruitful.

Professor McGonagall was tougher—although she wasn't as tough as Harry's urging himself, and Professor Sprout started teaching him how to use some more dangerous magical plants, the kind that were more dangerous than biting kale .

Professor Flitwick immersed himself in the study of the spells. He hadn't figured out the principle of this gesture magic, and he was eager to figure it out. Even if he couldn't use it himself, it would be good to develop a few more gesture spells for Harry.

It was the first time for Professor Moody to come into contact with this kind of "extra-curricular confinement", and he was a little uncomfortable.

In terms of ability, he is slightly inferior to the dean, so he can only tell Harry the experience he has summed up over the years on how to deal with dark wizards. All shouted.

This kind of knowledge that is not super-class is completely within the scope of their study and mastery.

The confinement with Professor Snape is the most useful to Harry after Professor Dumbledore.

The "Blizzard Potion" that Harry had been thinking about was finally researched.

Using the Felicity Elixir as a template, the eggs of the fire ash snake, the blood of the phoenix, and the blood of the unicorn are the core materials, and the essence is extracted to cook such a pot of potion.

The effect is dire.

Snape tested the drug with a white mouse, released Crookshanks, Hedwig, and Boss, and the three besieged the mouse together, and failed to catch it after fifteen minutes of tossing - and the reason why there is " The time limit of fifteen minutes" is because after such a short period of time, the mouse was burned into an idiot, its brain was broken, and it stood there stupidly, just like a vegetable.

This is a terrible potion.

Snape hesitated again and again before he dared to let Harry try it. He stared at it all the time until the effect of the medicine was over. He was sure that Harry's heartbeat was slightly faster and his face was a little grim, and he was not as fragile as a mouse, so he was relieved.

Surprise is not just a bottle of potion.

And "Swallow".

To say that the demon hunters like the recovery potions like "Swallow" and "Oriole", after all, there is only one life.

"Swallow" is a potion that will continuously heal the wounds on the body after taking it, and can even guarantee that the wound will not be torn apart during the battle. Unless it is hit again, it can continue to heal the wound .

Snape was a formidable master of potions.

He not only reproduced the effect of "Swallow", but even incorporated the effect of Oriole.

The tears of the phoenix, the extract of the mandrake, and the blood of the unicorn began to be brewed at midnight when the full moon was full, until a mouthful of golden potion was brewed at noon the next day.

That was just fine for Harry.

But. For ordinary creatures, this is still a bottle of poison.

Snape still experimented with a white mouse. After disemboweling it, and feeding it a drop of swallows, within ten minutes, its dissected internal organs and dissected stomach healed quickly, but this did not When the potion is over, the potion continues to take effect, and granulation sprouts grow out of it. After half an hour, when the effect of the potion ends, the mouse grows into a fist-sized meat ball, rolls around on the table, and lets out a cry of full vitality .

It was still a potion that only worked for Harry, but not for ordinary people.

"You have three oversized potions in your hand now." After a day's make-up class, Snape looked at the two bottles of potions on the table, "With your current body, within an hour, at most, you can Take two bottles."

"I know very well." Harry agreed.

Snape sneered, shaking his empty sleeves: "Mr. Potter, I have endured you for a day, now please leave quickly, I have to"

"Professor, I have one more request." Harry interrupted him and spoke softly.

Snape was taken aback.

Harry took out a piece of parchment from the Sorting Hat and put it on the table: "It's a potion formula, but I'm not sure if it will work, I need your help to correct it."

Snape reached out to pick it up, and just glanced at it, his eyes immediately became sharp, full of anger, and squeezed out a few words from his throat: "Potter! If you don't want your brain, give it to Dumbledore instead of just Such a waste!"

"What do you want to do?"

"You want to fulfill that wish for the Dark Lord before he kills you?"

"Or is it that the blood of the Potter family has finally polluted you, leaving nothing in your head?"

Snape dropped the paper.

What was written on it was too deviant. The fire dragon's heart, blood, and eyeballs were directly boiled into potions without any extraction or purification steps, and things such as the venom of the giant spider were added.

The toxicity is so great that it is even greater than the three bottles of potion made before.

Harry said calmly, "Professor, I'm very self-aware."

"The fire dragon is such a good material, we can't just waste it like this."

Snape said coldly, "It's a waste of what you're doing."

"Only by doing so can the medicinal properties of the fire dragon be brought into full play." Harry said firmly.

There are two potions commonly used by witchers.

One is potions, which are less toxic and take effect for a short time, usually only lasting 30 to 40 minutes.

The other is decoction, which takes a long time to take effect, basically in "days", but the price is that it is highly toxic.

The formula he gave Snape was a kind of decoction, but it was different from any decoction he had taken before - after all, in this world, he couldn't get those ingredients, so he had to settle for the next best thing, decoction The medicine formula is the blueprint, and you can explore it yourself.

Snape took a deep breath, resisting the urge to pull out his wand: "Potter is Potter after all!"

"Thank you, Professor." Harry heard his "behind the lines", nodded his thanks, and was about to get up and leave.

Snape pulled his wand out and with a flick the chair flew away, blocking the door.

"Professor?" Harry turned around.

Snape's voice was terribly cold: "Materials, keep the materials, no matter how great a potion master is, if he doesn't have the materials in hand, he can't get any results by doing empty calculations on parchment."

"Professor, you can be more straightforward." With a light tap of Harry's wand, a pile of bottles and jars flew out of the Sorting Hat and landed on the table lightly, "Don't worry, I won't be so stupid. Then stuff things that I don't understand clearly into my mouth."

Snape sneered, "Potter, I don't see how sensible you are."

Harry was about to open the door and go out when his footsteps suddenly stopped: "By the way, Professor, where is Karkaroff?"

"No news." Snape's face darkened. "He's just a coward, a coward, a piece of garbage that's alive but decayed, damn it, he hasn't made up his mind yet."

He was a little anxious, staring at the table, the still fresh fire dragon heart in a bottle.

"Where are the other Death Eaters?" Harry asked again.

Snape sneered: "Do you think that my brain was poached and eaten by trolls just like you? I have contacted a long time ago, and those who contacted may not have heard any news. They feel that the mark is getting stronger and stronger, and they also More and more frightened."

"Those who I think are entitled to know these things are gone."

With that said, he paused.

"Remember Cobain Yaxley?" Snape asked.

Harry nodded.

On the day of the Yule Ball, Snape said, one of three men who had been empowered by Voldemort to mobilize the other Death Eaters.

"I suspect he did it." Snape gritted his teeth. "He's working for the Ministry of Magic now, but I can't get in touch with him! There's no worse place in the world than the Ministry of Magic. I took four months off for a comfortable reason!"

"Four full months, and his department hasn't had any problems yet!"

"Really?" Harry frowned.

Snape took a deep breath and tried his best to calm himself down: "I will convince Karkaroff as soon as possible, contact those guys, and find out what the hell they are doing."

Harry thanked him again, opened the door and walked out.

After walking out of the underground corridor and looking out through the window of the corridor, the clouds outside were thick, and after a brief pause of a few hours, it seemed that snow was about to fall again.

Christmas is over, and the students usher in the backlash of the holidays.

The professors seemed to be in a bad mood, and they all became a little irritable. They tightened their grip on their studies, and the length of the homework papers was an inch or two longer than before, making the students complain.

Harry could occasionally see Malfoy in the Great Hall, his chest puffed out and his etiquette respected, sitting gracefully at the end of a long table, enjoying his food alone.

He gets new injuries almost every day, and occasionally sees him being pranked - these are not from George and Fred, who say they have a bigger cause to pursue now, these pranks are from Slater Forest.

Failure to beat Ron made Malfoy completely lose the attention of the Slytherins, and even half-bloods dared to bully him a few times.

Malfoy was less vulgar at this point.

At least he knew resistance, although resistance often ushered in more and bigger "pranks."

there is still in the evening~