Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

He seemed far more reliable than Tonks.

At least for the first time, his gaze scanned the corners of the bar, paying attention to those suspicious people, with his hands in his pockets and his wand tightly grasped, ready to fight at any time.

"Nymphadora, why don't you introduce me?" The man came with a low voice.

Tonks bared his teeth like Sirius: "Call me Tonks!"

She raised her hand loosely, held the wine glass, and stretched out towards the man: "This is Kingsley, Kingsley Shacklebolt, a very good Auror, and my teacher during training."

"If it wasn't for this accident, he would be the head of the Auror office by now."

Kingsley interrupted her dissatisfiedly: "That was not an accident, Nymphadora."

"Baldy, call me Tonks!" Tonks kicked him dissatisfied.

"Have you found the werewolf?" Harry asked him.

Kingsley glanced at him and shook his head: "I suspect that you were deceived by Skeeter. There is no werewolf here, at least I didn't find it."

"Sit down with a drink and warm up, or come back later?" Harry invited him.

"Have a drink." He glanced at the whiskey on the table and nodded his head in response.

Just as he sat down, he reached out to grab the bottle of wine when a bottle of butter beer flew into his hand with a whoosh.

Kingsley was taken aback.

What I want is not this bottle. I haven't drank butter beer since I was an adult.

"I" he looked up.

"Mr. Shacklebolt, although you haven't found a werewolf." Sirius put on a serious face, showing the airs that a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts should have. "Skeeter may have given false information, but we can It can’t be faked.”

"What if there are really many werewolves?"

He raised his hand and pointed to his temple: "We have to make sure we have a clear brain." Like, he really has a clear brain.

Kingsley pursed his lips, poured himself a glass of wine in silence, drank it in one gulp, and sighed: "Mr. Potter, are there only five of you?"

"Six." Harry pointed at Aberforth. "So did he."

six

This is different from what he thought.

"The professors didn't come? I heard that Professor Snape is not working with you to study phalanx?" Kingsley asked.

Harry shook his head: "Professor Snape's research on lyophobia is because I'm interested in lyophobia."

"The Order of the Phoenix also needs to use this thing to win over the werewolf."

Speaking of this, he paused: "But Greyback was arrested for Uncle Remus. Professor Snape would not do such a thing. He really wishes Uncle Remus and Godfather to die."

"Me too." Sirius took a sip of butterbeer, feeling like he was drinking dragon's blood whiskey.

If it weren't for Hogwarts to have Dumbledore and Harry.

Sirius could fight Snape several times a day!

"Professor McGonagall, where's Professor Flitwick?" Kingsley continued to ask.

"Of course they can be called." Harry looked at him, "but it's a private matter, and one I feel I can handle."

"Private matter? Then you call Tonks, and the Ministry of Magic." Kingsley raised his eyebrows.

Harry glanced at Tonks. "It's a private matter for Tonks, too."

"Besides, as a young wizard who hasn't graduated yet, isn't it a matter of course to inform the Ministry of Magic after hearing dangerous news?"

private matter?

Kingsley finished another bottle of butter beer and smacked his lips: "Let's go now."

"Now?" Tonks just sat down, and when he heard Kingsley's words, he immediately stood up again, the stool was not even warm.

There's no point in staying here without whiskey.

Kingsley let go of the cup and nodded heavily.

Aberforth waved his hands impatiently at them: "You go, I won't go, there are still guests here."

Although

On Christmas Eve, there was only one alcoholic in the corner of the bar, and there were no other guests.

go to the door.

"How to check, separate or?" Kingsley asked.

Harry thought for a while: "I'm taking Tonks, Hermione and Neville."

"You took Sirius and Ron."

"Check separately, and send a signal if you find anything."

Kingsley nodded, pointed his wand, picked a direction for himself, turned and walked to the right.

Harry took a step and walked to the left.

Hogsmeade is very lively tonight, the crowd is bustling, there are huge Christmas trees planted in front of every store, with exquisite gifts hanging on them, and there are some snacks hanging on the tree in front of Honeydukes, allowing passers-by to pick them for free Pick.

There are still some drinks hanging on the tree at the door of the Three Broomsticks, and there are even two glasses of dragon's blood whiskey. On the top of the tree, they turn into two fire dragons from time to time, fly around the Christmas tree and fall back into the glass again. Walking, they see what is of the highest value.

But no one dared to think about those two glasses of wine.

Lively and lively, without any defense.

Weird beans are the most.

Both Neville and Tonks took off quite a few and carried them in their bosoms, walking and eating all the way.

Until passing the Zuko Joke Store.

Harry sniffed.

The stink of werewolves, unabashed and fresh.

He stopped and looked in the direction where the breath was spreading.

"Found it?" Hermione asked.

Tonks and Neville stopped peeling off the chocolate coat and looked at it together.

Harry nodded, crouching down.

In front of his eyes was a piece of ground covered by floating snow. He stretched out his hand and gently swept away a layer of snow, revealing a fairly clear footprint: "It's the breath of a werewolf, about four or five, from It took no more than half an hour at most."

"Bacon, candy, whiskey, butterbeer."

"It seems that they also walked around and took a lot of food."

Tonks is still an Auror after all, and she has some qualities that an Auror should have: "Can you judge their number by the amount of food?"

"Aunt Tonks, it's just that my nose is more sensitive than normal people." Harry stood up with a blank expression on his face. "It doesn't mean that I can tell the weight by hearing the smell."

"Call me sister!" Tonks said with dangerous eyes, "We are about the same age."

"Also, I should call Sirius uncle."

Harry glanced at her and said lightly, "But I've always been called Uncle Remus."

General!

Tonks opened his mouth, unable to utter a word, and held back his throat.

Call me sister, I have an advantage in age, but when I think of Remus, I feel sour.

But when I called auntie, I felt that I became very old and old all at once.

After a long silence, she flicked her wand in frustration: "Shall I notify Kingsley now?"

Harry nodded.

She waved her magic wand and summoned her patron saint, a lively rabbit, flopping on the snow, half-flying in the direction of Kingsley.

soon.

Kingsley rushed over with Sirius and the others.

"So fast?" The bald senior Auror was a little uncomfortable with Harry's speed.

"This is Harry!" Ron, like Neville, held his arms full of snacks and proudly raised his head, "He's excellent!"

"You are very suitable to be an Auror." Kingsley praised.

Harry shook his head: "No, I'm not interested in the Ministry of Magic."

"But Auror." Kingsley still wanted to work hard. No matter what, Scrimgeour would leave the Auror's office one day, and it wouldn't be long, maybe a year or two? No more than three years.

After he leaves, Kingsley will become head of the Auror Office.

Who wouldn't want to have a shrewd and powerful general under his command?

"I've seen a lot of Aurors." Harry interrupted him with a wave of his hand, "but there are only three that seem reliable, Professor Moody, Mr Scrimgeour, and you, Mr Shacklebolt, also seem to be It's reliable."

With a wave of his wand, Tonks threw a snowball at Harry: "Harry, have you forgotten, your sister Tonks... your aunt Tonks is also an Auror."

"I haven't forgotten." Harry replied softly, turning his head to avoid the sneak attack.

Kingsley nodded: "Aurors need new blood."

"Cedric is excellent." Harry recommended him.

Kingsley smiled helplessly: "We have contacted it, but Mr. Diggory wants to become a professional Quidditch player more."

"He's really talented at Quidditch." Harry nodded.

Kingsley scratched his head: "You outstanding graduates never consider becoming an Auror, and Percy is the same. We also invited him. It's a pity."

"Let's go." Harry led the way forward, "Be careful, there are at least five werewolves."

Kingsley followed Harry's footsteps and extended an invitation to Hermione: "Where is Miss Granger? Would you consider Auror?"

Hermione shook her head: "Maybe I will go to the Ministry of Magic, maybe I will try to stay in school to teach, maybe even go back to get a degree for ordinary people, but Auror is obviously not in my life plan."

"What about Mr. Weasley?" Kingsley turned his head, "Your Weasley family are all outstanding, and more or less all serve in places related to the Ministry of Magic, like Arthur and Percy."

Ron struggled: "Auror, sounds good, I haven't actually thought about what to do in the future."

"After all, I'm only in fifth grade now, let me think about it."

Kingsley glanced at Neville.

After hesitating, he still didn't send out an invitation.

He didn't know why Harry chose to bring Neville with him. He knew a little about the only child of the Longbottom family. He was not a very good young wizard, and his grades were average. It was difficult to get into the top ten in Gryffindor. , not to mention the whole school.

Most importantly, he is timid and cowardly.

It was hard for him to understand why such a person was Gryffindor, since Hufflepuff was his best affiliation.

They walked across the village entrance, around the last Christmas tree.

In the distance, there is the wilderness, the college, the endless woods, the lonely singing of birds, and the hares crawling past on the snow, which are isolated from the lively atmosphere of Hogsmeade.

Harry looked into the distance and stopped.

"A crypt, just dug, there are werewolves in it, and there are quite a few of them." Harry turned on the witcher senses, felt the breath not far away, and the heat of the living body, "more than ten of them .”