Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Harry didn't speak very loudly.

Dumbledore's heart skipped a beat, and the action of taking out another can of cockroach piles stopped abruptly.

"I believe in Honeydukes." He froze for a moment, planning to continue taking out candies.

"The cockroach pile is a hot-selling product." Harry kindly reminded him, and continued to stab his heart. "You also know that almost everyone except you buys the cockroach pile for food."

"Mr. Froome is also aware of this. Cockroach piles are very popular prank props. Do you think he would be a little slack when making this kind of candy, such as accidentally mixing in a few real cockroaches?"

"Anyway, this is just a prank prop, no one should eat it."

"If he has such an idea."

Mr. Froome, the owner of Honeydukes, is also a skilled confectioner.

"I trust Ambrosio." Dumbledore said seriously, emphasizing, "He is a very responsible wizard."

So to speak.

He couldn't get over the threshold in his heart. He sighed and put away the candy jar.

"You don't believe him." Harry unraveled the disguise on his words.

Dumbledore sighed: "Harry, you are taking revenge on me."

"Yes." Harry nodded resolutely, "Who made you think of sending me to Voldemort, and let me die."

"That's for healing." Dumbledore shook his head.

Snape sneered: "Albus, it's you who should be cured."

The other three deans did not express any objection, and even geared up and eager to try, wanting to diagnose Dumbledore's condition with Snape.

Harry is sent away by Professor McGonagall.

Snape stayed and continued to discuss with Dumbledore the problem of solving the Horcrux trouble - they originally planned to solve it today, but the situation was too complicated, and many of the methods they had prepared before were useless.

Professor Flitwick and Sprout went out on patrol.

Dumbledore and Harry's "Death Eater" speculation is terrible, Hogwarts has been invaded again, and the safety of the students is once again threatened.

etc.

Why use the word "again"?

But as the professors intensified their inspections in the castle, the criminal who stole the pet disappeared, except that the Slytherins were still losing their pets. After investigation, it was confirmed that it had nothing to do with the criminal. Common bullying.

Of course, they will argue.

I didn't intend to kill these pets, nor did I intend to bully them. It was just a joke. Accidentally, the magic got out of control, unexpectedly, these pets died inexplicably.

They sincerely admit their mistakes, accept confinement, and even offer compensation.

The word "even" made Vice Principal McGonagall feel a little uncomfortable.

They look so real.

Like really didn't want to kill those pets.

But judging from the school rules, there was nothing wrong with the attitudes of these students, so she could only reprimand them and hand them over to Snape for confinement.

On Dumbledore's Marauder's Map, there was no hint of outsiders breaking in.

seem

Dumbledore and Harry had a frightening moment.

September and October passed, and after a two-month relaxation period, the little wizards in the fifth grade finally felt that the year with "owls" was different from previous years, and all the professors increased their homework in unison.

They plan to teach all fifth grade content in the first half of the school year.

Wait for the second half of the school year to review for grades one to five.

All the professors are full of confidence in Harry's class and hope to break the best results in the past.

Hogwarts has indeed been slack in the past ten years.

Sirius was forced to add a lot of magic theory to his courses—this was mandatory by Professor McGonagall. The Defense Against the Dark Arts exam not only had practical content, but also a lot of theoretical content.

It gave him a headache.

He doesn't know much about theory than the little wizards in the fifth grade, but as a professor, he has to shoulder the responsibilities of a professor, and he has to start learning these things from the beginning, and chats with Lupine every night For hours, it was all about Defense Against the Dark Arts.

The job wasn't as good as he thought it would be.

Halloween night.

In the school year without any incidents, the little wizards enjoyed the long-lost excitement.

Last year's Halloween atmosphere was completely replaced by the Triwizard Tournament, and this year's little wizards will not miss it.

And enjoy a haunted night at Hogwarts.

In the place where ghosts are actually stationed.

On a certain reef island in Great Britain, the waves were beating fiercely, the sky was full of dark clouds, and the rain was falling majesticly.

A small boat docked on the shore.

The crew at the helm jumped into the sea, tied the cable tightly to the port, and climbed back again.

With a flattering face, he bowed to the people in the boat with a very respectful attitude: "Mr. Thicknesses, we are here."

"Really? It's finally here?" The people in the boat stepped out, waved their wands lightly, and cast the rainproof spell on themselves.

He is a tall, tall man with a goatee.

Piers Thicknesse, the deputy director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, is second only to Scrimgeour on the premise that the current director is old and doesn't care about handling affairs.

High status in the Ministry of Magic.

At least it was the existence that this group of jailers in Azkaban had to look up to.

"Yes, I wonder who you want to visit this time?" The jailer nodded and asked enthusiastically. In his impression, this Mr. Thinknes had no relatives or friends who were imprisoned in Azkaban.

"It's some old friends, you may not know." Thicknesses raised his wand and pointed it at the jailer, as if he wanted to cast a spell on him to avoid the rain.

He draws out the tone.

An unexpected spell was spit out.

"Avada Kedavra."

In the rain curtain, the green light flickered, and the jailer's face didn't even have time to become terrified, and he still maintained that obsequious and humble smile.

"You shouldn't have killed him." Someone came out from the cabin, "You should dedicate him to the master."

"We don't need any unstable factors right now." Shinkenis nodded, "Let's go, I'll go talk to the dementors, and the two of you go and rescue the companions."

"Severus should be called." Another came out, muttering, "He'll be good at these things."

Thicknesse sneered: "Professor Snape"

"I very much doubt that he has forgotten his loyalty to his master. He didn't come to the Quidditch World Cup."

"He's not a reliable companion."

"Forget about him."

The man opened his mouth and muttered under his breath, "Severus just had his left hand chopped off."

But his words have no effect. Among them, the only ones who have the decision-making power are those who have been promised power by the master himself.

The only jailers in Azkaban are dementors, but human wizards are imprisoned, so human wizards are naturally needed as a bridge of communication. The environment is harsh and the risks are extremely high. Even if the weekly salary is high, not many people are willing to work in Azkaban.

Counting the one who sailed the boat, there are only three human wizards on the entire island.

Oh. Now one is gone.

They all died at the hands of Avada Kedavra.

The rain was heavy, and the dementors wanted to intercept them, but they seemed to have received some orders. They held back their thirst for happiness and souls, and made way for these two people to go in openly, picking out prisoners.

After a while, more than a dozen Death Eaters were selected.

They were taken away from the siege of the dementors and taken to the spacious and warm rooms where the jailers lived.

The fire crackled in the fireplace.

The hot chocolate in their hands brought them back to their senses gradually.

"Amycus." Among the Death Eaters, a platinum-haired man looked up at him, "You"

"Ah, Lucius, my dear Lucius." The Death Eater named Amycus nodded, smiled softly, and stretched his wand towards him, "If you want to ask why I appear in Here, please wait a moment, okay?"

"I have to do something in place of the master."

His tone suddenly became cold: "Cruciate!"

The spell hit Lucius.

Malfoy, who had been tortured in Azkaban without any grace, immediately fell to the ground and twisted, hot chocolate splashed all over his body, but the burning pain was not ten thousandth of the pain caused by the Cruciatus Curse one.

"Master trusts you very much." Amycus said in a low voice, "I entrust such a precious thing to you for safekeeping."

"Even we are not qualified."

"You have failed your master's trust."

"You coward, escaper!"

The woman next to him said, "Okay, brother, our mission is not to torture Lucius."

Amycus retracted his wand.

Among the rescued Death Eaters, a woman with disheveled hair and a body that looked like she had been burnt by smoke stood up, her voice was sharp and frenzied: "Master, did the master ask you to come and save us?"

"I knew it!"

"How could a great and invincible master lose his life at the hands of a little baby?"

"Bella," Amycus said, "Calm down, master...it was indeed defeated by that baby."

The crazy woman froze.

"But it was just a temporary failure." Amycus went on, his voice firm, "It was the result of Dumbledore sacrificing dozens of lives. He thought he could kill his master by doing so, but our master is immortal. of."

"Master is currently preparing for resurrection."

"Master, he needs our strength now."

Bellatrix howled like a banshee: "I am willing to give my all to the master!"

"Let me meet the master, I haven't bathed in the master's grace for a long time."

"Bella, I can't see the master now." The door was pushed open, and Shinkenis walked in, "You can't see it, and neither can I."

inside the door.

Except for the Carrolls who had come with him, the other Death Eaters tensed up.

"Sinknes? When did you become one of us?" Mulciber frowned.

Shinkenis tilted his head and looked at them: "No, no, no, I'm not Shinkenis, this is just Polyjuice Potion."

He raised his hand and glanced at the time: "It's about the same now, wait a little longer, and the potion will lose its effect."