Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

There were some mood swings in the female voice on the other side of the phone.

"Debt collection?"

Harry replied, "Well, the Ministry of Magic owes me some money."

"Okay." The female voice replied hesitantly, "Thank you, please pick up the badges and wear them on your chest."

After a while, a crisp and pleasant voice sounded, and the coin slipped out from the coin return slot of the phone and stayed in the slot.

Harry picked up a boxy brass medallion with fresh traces of the Transfiguration Charm on it, with "Albus Dumbledore" written in gold letters, and the tiny word "accompanied" beneath the name .

Harry handed it over, picked up another one, wrote his name on it, and the visit item below it read "Trial, visiting the minister".

They wear their badges.

The female voice then reminded: "Ministry of Magic guests, you need to be checked at the security checkpoint and register your wand. The security checkpoint is at the end of the main hall."

The phone booth trembled, like the Gringotts subway, with a thud, and sank rapidly. The sunlight from the outside became dim and disappeared in an instant, and it sank into the ground with Dumbledore and Harry.

After a while.

A dazzling golden light pierced, as if trying to gouge out their eyes.

Ding dong——

After Harry got used to the light, the elevator gave a cue, and with a click, the door in front of them opened.

They go out.

Outside is a large and resplendent hall, covered with a shiny, dark floor that is so clean that it can reflect light, the ceiling is of the same structure as Hogwarts, with powerful magic cast on it, and countless ancient runes on it Circulation, every second is a new protective spell.

The walls on the left and right sides of the foyer are lined with fireplaces, with the entrance on the left and the exit on the right.

In the center of the entire hall stood a group of pure gold statues——the hall's resplendent feeling came from them. The statue is much larger than the real scale. In the center is a handsome and extraordinary human wizard, like a torch, holding a magic wand high, as if in a heavy fog, illuminating the road ahead.

A beautiful witch, heroic and loyal centaurs, obsequious goblins, and a pitiful house-elf surround the wizard.

The clear water spouted from the tip of the wand, the tip of the arrow in the centaur's hand, the hat on the goblin's head, and the ears of the house-elf.

A wizard came, threw a few coins into it, put his hands together and prayed, and left in a hurry.

This appears to be a prayer fountain.

As they approached, Harry saw a wooden sign in the corner, which was almost hard to see. It was stained and out of place with the clean hall, and the writing on it was blurred. It took him a while to read the words on it: "All proceeds from the Magic Brothers Fountain go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sickness."

"Will you really donate?" Harry wondered.

There are a lot of coins in the fountain, a lot of silver Sickles, followed by copper Knuts, and there are not many, but some gold Galleons can be found vaguely.

"At least that's what the sign says," Dumbledore replied softly.

They didn't stop in front of the fountain, they just passed by.

Passing through the long hall, passing by the busy crowd, I came to a remote passage, which was not as grand as the Ministry of Magic staff passage. It was just an ordinary wooden door, and there was a table in front of it. There is a wooden sign with the words "Security Inspection" written on it.

The person in charge of this post is a sorceress who wears a peacock blue robe and takes care of himself meticulously.

He was holding a newspaper, with a pot of tea and several trays of refreshments in front of him, and he didn't notice the two people approaching at all.

"Ahem." Dumbledore coughed heavily.

The wizard put down the newspaper impatiently: "Is that a guest? Come closer"

Halfway through the conversation, he stopped abruptly. He saw the two visitors clearly, stood up with a bang, and his attitude became respectful: "Mr. Dumbledore, and Mr. Potter, it's you two."

He stepped out of the table, and with a wave of his wand, a metal rod flew from under the table into his hand.

"Please stand still, both of you, and let me check."

He raised the slender metal rod and swept it at Harry.

"Don't worry, this is just to check whether there is any danger on the two of you." Before he could finish his sentence, the metal rod vibrated violently.

"Mr. Potter?" The wizard stared at Harry's waist in horror.

Harry unfastened his pocket: "I'm not quite sure what you mean by danger."

He drew the snake bone sword from his pocket.

Metal rods vibrate more violently.

"What, what is this?" The wizard swallowed hard.

"A long sword forged from basilisk bones and venom." Harry briefly introduced, "Is this considered dangerous?"

The wizard nodded with difficulty: "Of course."

"Then forget all of that?" Harry continued to take things out, and took out a bottle of dark purple liquid.

"The venom of the giant eight-eyed spider was not obtained illegally. You know that there is a nest of giant eight-eyed spiders in the Forbidden Forest."

"This is the venom of the basilisk." He took out another bottle of dark green liquid.

"This is the juice of the dragon's blood vine." Another bottle of dark red liquid.

"It's Neville's potion of failure."

The wizard was a little numb.

Seeing Harry take out one dangerous item after another, he turned his head in a daze, and looked at Dumbledore for help.

How dangerous is Hogwarts now?

"Shouldn't there be anything else?" Harry frowned, looking at more than a dozen things on the table, and after showing them off, he put them away again.

"Mr. Potter, these things need to be kept with me." The wizard hesitated and offered his opinion.

Harry said nothing, just looked at him.

"This is the rule of the Ministry of Magic." The wizard emphasized.

Harry reminded softly: "For the sake of Professor Dumbledore, I am very cooperative with you, but don't make trouble, okay?"

The wizard thumped in his heart, and looked at Dumbledore pleadingly, his eyes full of pleading for help.

"Don't worry, I won't let Harry make too much trouble." Dumbledore comforted him kindly.

The wizard was downcast.

You have made a preset position, do you think Mr. Potter will definitely make a fuss?

What a bunch of you Gryffindors!

If you don't put away these dangerous goods, what's the point of doing your own inspection? Simply watching Mr. Potter put these things out to show how dangerous he is?

He felt so in his heart, maybe, just maybe, all the descriptions about Mr. Porter in the "Daily Prophet" were false, I am afraid that there was no falsification in the "dangerous" one.

"Mr. Potter," the wizard tried, and finally begged.

Harry said nothing.

It's unlikely that a witcher would hand these things over - except in some special cases.

The wizard put away the slender metal rod, waved his wand again, and a scale flew out and landed on the table: "Then you two register your wand."

The two remained unmoved.

"Mr. Dumbledore?" The wizard looked at the one who spoke the best.

"I don't think it's necessary, is there?" Dumbledore smiled and refused gently.

Harry looked at Dumbledore thoughtfully.

Dumbledore returned him a meaningful look.

The wizard sighed, gripping his wand tightly.

This group of wizards with otherworldly abilities is hard to serve!

"Okay, so be it." The wizard muttered, "Welcome again, both of you, Mr. Dumbledore and Mr. Potter."

He had a particularly hard time saying the word "welcome".

They walked through the gate and entered a wider and more crowded small foyer. There were more than 20 elevators on the left and right ends. The golden fence door was locked outside the passageway where the elevators had not dropped down, so as to prevent people from accidentally falling in the crowd. .

"Dumbledore, and Harry." Someone squeezed over and greeted them.

"Uncle Arthur, come to work now?" Harry echoed his greeting.

"Oh, something happened." Arthur was holding a pile of documents in his arms. The outermost layer was a map with dense red dots on it. "In the past three months, there have been many reports of Muggle vehicles flying in the sky. , it even made the Muggle news!"

"What are they called. UFOs!"

"Some people suspect that Sirius is still using his speed bike."

As he spoke, he leaned over to the two of them and lowered his voice as much as possible: "Of course, we all know it's not, Harry, you"

"I know, I'll tell the hat." Harry nodded.

Arthur breathed a sigh of relief: "Now, I have a headache and how to deal with this matter."

"Give way!"

"Give way!"

Suddenly someone shouted, and suddenly a snail appeared in the crowd, flicking its tail and crackling with sparks.

"Drowsy!" The people around chanted spells, but they shot at the carapace, and the spells were bounced off one after another.

Dumbledore looked at Harry.

Harry drew out his wand, and the Transfiguration Charm tied it up, exposing the soft belly. Arthur took the opportunity to hit him unconsciously, but the effect was not great.

"The spell is useless, you have to use the water of life and death!" A voice came from the ground.

From his pocket, a bottle of potion floated out, just like the night of the Triwizard Tournament, he forcefully poured the potion into the creature's mouth.

After a while, it just went to sleep.

"Oh, thank you very much." The man who was trampled under the crowd struggled to get up, took out a bag, and tried hard to put the snails back in, "The quality of the non-marking stretching charm bag given by the Department of Magical Creatures is too poor Already!"

"Damn it, I can't hold it at all. Mr. Dumbledore! Mr. Potter!"

"I don't think the two of us will get into the pocket." Dumbledore joked, "The purpose of coming this time is not the Department of Magical Creatures."

The wizard took a deep breath, looked at Harry, his eyes dodged timidly: "Oh, sorry, I just didn't expect to meet you."

Ding dong!

A lift comes down.

The wizard ran there in a hurry: "See you by fate, I still have something to do"

His farewell could not be finished.

Just watched Harry, Dumbledore and Arthur walk in.

After reaching the fourth floor, he dragged his bag and hurriedly escaped.

"It seems that people in the Ministry of Magic are very afraid of me." Harry concluded concisely.

The officials of the Ministry of Magic around nodded slightly, expressing that they agreed with this statement.