Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Little Mr. Malfoy's school life is not satisfactory.

"Ten?" Ron was surprised.

Fred whistled: "I heard that Mr. Malfoy almost won. He injured six people. He should still be lying in the school infirmary?"

Harry thought back to the day he had gone to the infirmary with Neville.

In the crowded place, there were indeed a few Slytherins.

"That's just because Malfoy is a prefect." George shook his head, disapproving of his younger brother's words, "If it wasn't for the fear of offending Professor Snape, Mr. Malfoy would have to go to the school infirmary."

"He's a prefect?" Ron was even more surprised, "But he's not."

He reached out and fiddled with the shiny badge on his chest. Malfoy wasn't wearing it.

"How do I know?" George patted his brother on the head angrily.

"Because it's useless." Harry looked at Malfoy's back and said softly, "Slytherin doesn't regard him as a prefect, no one respects him, if he still wears that thing, it will be very humiliating .”

Ron lowered his head and looked at the badge on his chest, as if he understood what Percy said when he secretly pulled him aside that night.

"Why is the prefect of Slytherin Malfoy?" Ron looked at the figure completely submerged in the dark underground passage, "Obviously he"

"Dumbledore always has his own ideas." Harry turned his head back.

Ron was still tilting his head, looking at the stairs leading to the basement.

Fred dragged him to the grand staircase, turned and continued to climb to the second floor. Ron turned his head back after his vision was blocked and he couldn't see anything.

No one ever mentioned Malfoy again.

Nobody cares about him.

George and Fred waved their arms and exaggeratedly introduced to Ron the sales of their joke products. They learned a lot of useful knowledge from Feinon. Success, the two brothers are now considering whether to study an MBA, Muggle knowledge is indeed very useful.

They hope that Ron can work in the family shop after graduation.

Transfiguration spells, potions, ancient runes, all require an "O".

Ron kept complaining that this requirement was higher than that of Gringotts.

The graduates in the wizarding world, the three places they most want to work-the Ministry of Magic in their own country, Gringotts, and staying in school to teach.

Staying in school is the most demanding.

The second is Gringotts.

The recruitment requirements of George and Fred can compete with staying in school to teach. Regarding Ron's complaints, George and Fred pinch their waists and are very righteous. The Weasley Brothers Joke Workshop is a very demanding requirement. Somewhere high.

"Brother" is Harry Potter, an excellent student comparable to the Dean.

The only employee is Remus Lupine, who has a clean resume, and the only thing he can show is that he is a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts.

Only the "Weasley Brothers" in the signboard are a little bit worse, but they are mediocre, at the level of ordinary Hogwarts outstanding graduates, but they have brains that are more precious than gold-this is George and Weasley boast.

All the prank ideas come from their heads, and as "the most talented Hogwarts students in alchemy" - this is Dumbledore's praise for them, they are very confident and will become Alchemist.

Ron didn't want to go to the Weasley Brothers joke shop.

He has been bullied by his two older brothers since he was a child, so it is impossible for him to rush to his door after graduation.

He wanted to be like Charlie, or Bill, a dragon trainer, or a spellbreaker.

It's impossible to work in the boring Ministry of Magic, not even an Auror; it's even more impossible to work in the Weasley Brothers Joke Workshop, even if it's the store manager.

Ron has a good idea.

But George and Fred didn't listen to Ron's words at all, and arranged his life with their fingers, from the first floor to the eighth floor, arranged for his eight years of life after graduation, entered the shop as an apprentice, learned a few years of alchemy, During this period, meals are provided every week, with pocket money of five or six Galleons.

After the apprenticeship expires, he will be a regular worker again, with a salary of fifteen galleons a week-they are all a family, and there is no money to talk about.

When he gets older, he can be made the store manager with a salary of twenty-five Galleons a week.

Hermione bluntly said that they were scarier than her father, exploiting her younger brother without any psychological burden.

Ron cursed, gave the fat lady the password, went to the lounge, graduated at his current level, not to mention that the weekly salary is too high, but at least thirty Galleons are no problem, George and Fred even squeezed themselves out after eight years , was willing to give a weekly salary of twenty-five Galleons.

Also let people not fall in love!

No, let no one live!

They entered the lounge and wanted to start cursing, but a loud sobbing drowned out all the sounds and drew their eyes away.

Lavender hugged Crookshanks and cried hard by the fireplace.

"What's going on?" Ron walked over and asked muttering.

Fred lowered his voice and accused his brother: "George, you made her cry."

"It's impossible!" George shook his head, "It was just an explosion, that's all!"

"Then why is she crying? It must be your fault, George." Fred continued to accuse.

In the chirping sound.

Patil looked up, stroking Ravenco's back, comforting her, and explained in a low voice: "Lavender's pet died again."

"Again?" Ron was taken aback.

Patil nodded: "Professor Trelawney had divination for her in the third grade. At that time, her pet rabbit was killed by a fox. In the fourth grade, she re-raised a blue short, but it has been dead since yesterday. Gone."

"Maybe he ran away to play somewhere." Ron said with comfort, "Cats are always weird."

"Boss would sometimes go out and play for days"

Lavender retorted loudly: "No, Bowes is an owl! Coney is a cat."

Ron curled his lips. There is not much difference between cats and owls, right? Crookshanks and Hedwig can play together very well, and they stick together almost every day, especially after Neville sleeps and makes a lot of noise, Hedwig can't wait to Can grow up with Crookshanks.

Lavender blew loudly, weakly: "Besides, and I have divination, Coney, my poor little Coney is dead."

"The divination tells me that he has lost his life."

Hermione snorted.

She believes that there is indeed divination in this world—after all, she has seen a real prophecy with her own eyes, but she is also very clear that divination is a subject that only requires talent, and it is a field that mortals cannot set foot in. With such a conclusion, she could barely believe it.

Can Lavender?

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Trelawney's preference for her is just because she is stupid, naive, and easy to fool, and it does not mean that she is really talented.

"I did a tea divination just now." Lavender blew again, "A poisonous snake, a poisonous snake, my sweet little Connie must have been caught and tortured by Slytherin, and they may even use poor Little Connie practicing the Vanishing Curse."

"Why wasn't he bitten to death by a poisonous snake?" Ron asked subconsciously.

Crookshanks yelled loudly.

Lavender cried even louder: "Kony is a strong tomcat, he can't beat a viper."

"And there is Professor Hagrid. He is also very strong. He has a very good relationship with those magical animal friends. There are no poisonous snakes on the edge of the Forbidden Forest or in the Black Lake."

Crookshanks yelled again.

Neville wasn't there, so there was no translator, but Ron could barely make out what it meant: "You mean Connie trained with you to handle snakes with ease?"

Crookshanks nodded and let out another strange cry.

"Lavender, Crookshanks asked you to loosen it." Ron conveyed its meaning.

Lavender was crying and crying, suddenly froze, thinking of something, crying louder.

"Crookshanks wants to help you find your cat." Ron had to increase his voice, "It has many animal friends, and all the pets in Hogwarts are its friends."

Lavender came to his senses and quickly let go of Crookshanks: "Please, please, find Kony."

Crookshanks sighed in relief, yelped, and after shaking off his hair, stepped on the sofa and jumped out of the crowd, called Hedwig from the women's dormitory, and crawled out of the hole with the wailing Boss in his mouth.

Lavender continued to cry, and Ron was shoved over to her for fumbling comfort.

No one cared about the loss of a kitten, so Hermione comforted him for half an hour, and then continued to sit beside Harry and read a book.

In the afternoon, Neville came back.

He had new robes that fitted him better, and he carried a brand new wand in his hand—thirteen inches, cherrywood, unicorn hair.

Neville liked his new wand very much. Now he could easily cast spells that he couldn't use in the past. Even the Vanishing Curse that he just learned this year was successfully cast on a quill.

But it made Hermione wonder why there was such a combination.

Unicorn hair is the mildest of all wand cores, and has the most stable magic power output. Of course, it also represents purity and loyalty. It is usually very suitable for white magic and healing magic. This is also a wand that suits Neville’s character core material.

Cherry wood

This kind of wood is rarely used in the West, but it is very strong, no matter what kind of wand core is used, it will give the wand a real lethality.

This is the complete opposite of the white magic, healing meaning of unicorn hair.

What puzzled Hermione most was the length.

"13" is not a good number, it represents misfortune, and Hermione thought that this length would only appear on materials such as elderberry and yew.

Neville took it for granted, he learned magic just like Harry, for revenge.

He was motivated tonight.

However, after the dueling class, the motivation completely dissipated, and Ron waved his wand like a dead dog and dragged him back to the dormitory.

On the way, they met Crookshanks, Hedwig, and Boss who were still looking for Lavender's pet.

For a day, they get nothing.