Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

"Little Hangleton Butcher? Is it an attack by a dark wizard, or an unstoppable demon nature! "

On the photo, there are words like sticky blood flowing on the wall hanging on the newspaper, adding a bit of bloody and weird atmosphere, making the protagonist in the photo more like an evil and cunning person.

Just like headlines that appear to be objective but are actually very targeted, the content of the report also appears to be objective but is actually full of bias.

"I hope that Mr. Potter can actively cooperate with the Ministry of Magic to find out the truth of this matter, instead of relying on his own identity and the majesty of Professor Dumbledore to vaguely confuse this matter."

"What the magic world needs is order, not a few powerful wizards who indulge themselves and manipulate wizards wantonly."

Inside and outside the words, it is hinting that this matter may not be a "dark wizard kidnapping case", and it is hinting that Mr. Potter is unwilling to cooperate with the investigation of the Ministry of Magic.

Although it is true.

"How did they get the photos?" Hermione read the Daily Prophet, frowning, puzzled.

This is what worries her most.

Having photo evidence and not having photo evidence are two different things.

"Fake." Harry said calmly.

Hermione froze.

Other little wizards in the lounge who were whispering and discussing in low voices also gathered around.

Harry explained: "I cast a weather spell last night, and the ground was muddy, but the ground in the photo was just splashed with water."

"And height."

"I'm five and four-fifths, and the one in the photo is five and seven-tenths, a little shorter than me."

The little wizards looked at him strangely.

etc.

Here is the photo!

How can you tell the height from the photo?

Hermione nodded and agreed: "Indeed, the Hogwarts school badge, no matter what age the student's robe is of the same size, if we use it as a comparison object, we can calculate it."

She flicked her wand, swiped her quill on the parchment, and wrote a series of numbers, finally arriving at a number accurate to four decimal places, beginning with "173", almost an inch and a half shorter than Harry.

The little wizards had a headache watching it.

Are they really serious wizards?

How can any wizard use this method to solve the problem?

"The blood on the ground is also very strange." Harry continued, "From my experience, human blood is not so viscous, it feels like syrup mixed with color and spilled."

The little wizards had complicated eyes.

experience

I always thought it was a great word.

"The most important thing is the corpses on the ground." Harry pointed to the stumped limbs on the ground. "I didn't cut them into pieces, and most of them were fatal with one blow. Even if I cut them twice, I would still go to the deadly place."

"How could it be possible to chop them up like a house elf cooking?"

Speaking of this, Harry paused: "They just reproduced a similar scene based on the impression they saw last night, and used it as the front page of the newspaper."

"So what the newspaper said is true?" Seamus' voice trembled.

Harry didn't answer him, but instead asked, "Do you believe in the Ministry of Magic, or do you believe in me?"

One is the Ministry of Magic, which is far away in the sky and looks a little unreliable.

One is in front of you, the successor of Gryffindor and the little lion king of the Lion House.

"Of course I believe you." Before Seamus had time to think, his body and subconscious mind manipulated his mouth to speak out what was in his heart.

"We believe in you too! Harry!" shouted the third-year little wizard.

The same goes for senior students.

"Fortunately, we persuaded our mother that we don't need to work in the Ministry of Magic." George had lingering fears. "If we work with a bunch of idiots, we will definitely become Sirius."

Fred laughed along with the giggle.

"Who wrote this article?" Neville looked over and over again, "Skeeter, Skeeter, shouldn't she have the guts?"

He still remembered what Harry had said to him last night - Skeeter was following Harry's orders.

Hermione also turned over and over again, but the copy in her hand did not have the signature of the editor of this report.

Some people firmly believe that the woman Rita Skeeter definitely has the guts—she even dared to scold Professor Dumbledore, and she even produced reports from the Quidditch World Cup as evidence.

Some people think that it is impossible for Rita Skeeter to do such a thing. Since the Quidditch World Cup, she has never scolded Harry again, and has been trying her best to avoid mentioning him, and it is good to mention him occasionally.

It's just the opposition, who thinks that Skeeter is looking at Hogwarts' face.

They quarreled like hell.

Until, an owl flew over, it was a newspaper owl raised by the "Daily Prophet", and towards Harry, it didn't drop a newspaper, but dropped a letter.

On the envelope, it read "To Mr. Harry Potter, your most faithful Rita Skeeter."

There is a strong taste of "flattery" in the font.

Harry opened the letter.

The letter was brief, a promise from Rita Skeeter to assure Harry that she did not write the headlines in the Daily Prophet.

And she also blocked it, but it was an order from Fudge, and even she couldn't stop it.

"Barnabas Guffy?" Harry said the name from his mouth.

The other little wizards were taken aback.

"What's wrong with him?" George moved his hand off Jordan Lee's ass, along with a dozen fireworks.

"He wrote the article." Harry shook the letter in his hand.

Fred raised his hand high: "I know him. Guffy is the editor-in-chief of the "Daily Prophet". He cultivated Rita Skeeter and dug out Lockhart."

"Sure enough, it's very much ado about nothing." Harry sighed softly.

He put the letter aside.

Hermione picked it up and read it earnestly, trying to find any useful information from the short article of less than two hundred words.

The last days of the school year.

The whole school is shrouded in a strange atmosphere.

Gryffindor is Harry's most loyal supporter. They believe in Harry and scoff at the contents of the "Daily Prophet". The Hufflepuffs were a little confused at first.

But after Cedric talked with Harry, he also chose to believe Harry.

The Badgers believed in Cedric.

The attitudes of the Ravenclaws fluctuated, and they were more inclined to believe Harry—after all, they were classmates for four years, Harry never pretended to be himself, and would not pretend to be a polite and gentle "pseudo-gentleman".

His tongue was on par with Professor Snape's.

But they also supported the opinion of the "Daily Prophet". After all, the attitude of the Ministry of Magic is only to hope that Mr. Potter can cooperate with the investigation, rather than labeling him a "criminal".

Fudge's brains in magic and knowledge may not be enough.

But he does have some skills in playing with office methods, he can accurately jump in the range of teasing, but not completely teasing.

Rita Skeeter actually wrote several rebuttal articles for Harry.

It's a pity that it is only in the most inconspicuous corner of the "Daily Prophet".

The Slytherins didn't give up this opportunity to hype Potter's "evilness", although in a way, they appreciated the "Potter" that Fudge described.

But Gryffindor is Gryffindor.

The last three days.

The atmosphere that the professors struggled to maintain throughout the school year finally collapsed.

Students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons saw the most authentic side of Hogwarts - the gang fights between Slytherin and Gryffindor.

There are several games every day.

On the Quidditch pitch, by the Black Lake, in the garden.

Even beside Beauxbaton's carriage, on Durmstrang's wreck.

Professor McGonagall was very curious about how this group of little wizards managed to do this.

Hagrid's complexion gradually improved.

Not only because the school year is coming to an end, he has to ask Professor Granger and Professor Potter for language classes, but also because he successfully published his first paper, the first in "Fantastic Beasts".

"On how to hybridize two species of magical creatures."

And, the most important author's signature: "Master of the New Generation of Fantastic Beasts, Hogwarts Professor of Conservation of Fantastic Beasts, Rubeus Hagrid!"

Hagrid has no trouble being recognized as "Master of Fantastic Beasts".

At the beginning, the editors of "Fantastic Beasts" were somewhat biased-they could see the giant blood in Hagrid at a glance, and wizards always inevitably have some prejudice and discrimination against the sub-human race.

But when they came to experience Hagrid's classroom in person.

I saw that he tamed thestrals like a good boy, opened their wings, introduced in detail, and could gain the kindness of the unicorn herd, snap off their hooves, press down their heads, and remove the hoof prints and horns. Textures are introduced to the students.

He can even communicate well with the centaur tribe.

They eliminate all objections at once.

If anyone who can achieve this level is not qualified to be called a "Master of Fantastic Beasts", who else can be called one?

Even Scamander had a hard time doing it.

In the author's column, Hagrid hesitated again and again, but he still did not escape his "half-blood giant" bloodline, which he generously displayed in the author's introduction.

Like Harry said.

As long as he performs well enough, no one will care about these trivial things.

Hagrid excitedly took the magazine, and confessed to Ms. Maxim again—unsurprisingly, he was rejected again.

Only this time, the result was slightly better, and Hagrid wasn't completely rejected.

Ms. Maxim's response to him was that he still had little understanding this year, and hoped to have the opportunity to learn more about them, as they were still young.

Although they are all in their sixties or seventies, judging by the age of the half-blood giants, they are still in their youth.

The school year dinner kicked off with a gang fight between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

The Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students didn't leave, they got involved.

It also appears to be a wrap-up dinner for The Triwizard Tournament.

Ms. Maxim and Umbridge are also there, but two people are missing-Ludo Bagman and Durmstrang's headmaster Karkaroff.

Both of them disappeared completely.

Another chapter tonight!