Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Cedric looked at Harry seriously.

Of course he knew what it meant for him to say this and make this decision.

But he didn't back down, and he didn't regret it.

"We'll go after dinner later." Harry smiled slightly, "Do you want to go together?"

Cedric glanced at his college's long table and shook his head: "I have to stay with my college, see you later."

Meal time is quick.

The four of them gathered in front of the grand staircase, with Harry leading the way, and they walked together to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, which was on the third floor and where Harry was most familiar with.

Cedric walked over and was about to knock on the door.

"You're not here to negotiate." Harry shook his head, took out his wand, and pressed it against the door lock.

Ahora hole open!

With a click and a twist of the handle, Harry slammed the door open.

"Who?" A sweet, terrified cry came from the room. Umbridge, who was writing a letter, looked up and saw someone walk in. "Potter? Granger, what do you want?"

"And me." Cedric was the last to step in and reminded her.

Harry whispered softly, playing with his wand: "It's for something."

Umbridge was taken aback.

"Something?" She was puzzled.

Cedric said, "The magazines that you confiscated from Hufflepuff."

"The new number one education order!" Umbridge slapped the table again, "No one is forbidden to hold that ridiculous book"

Hermione interrupted her: "It's a magazine with the truth about your ridiculous life."

Umbridge slapped the table again, but she didn't dare to vent her grievances on Hermione. Everyone knew what relationship she had with Harry.

"A total of thirty-seven copies were confiscated, Ms. Umbridge, you have no right to do that." Cedric also took out his wand and confronted her, emphasizing the quantity, "Returning it now, it has already hurt Hell Chippaqi's little wizard."

Umbridge was shaking with anger.

Harry ignored him and raised his wand.

Fly around.

After a while of clanking and rattling, a cardboard box shook, and in the blink of an eye a stack of thick magazines flew over and landed on the office table.

In the magazine, Umbridge was triumphant.

Correspondingly, in reality, Umbridge's twisted and hideous face.

"Thirty-six." Harry counted, and waited for the last one to drop, "One is missing, Ms. Umbridge, is it your treasure?"

Umbridge stared wide-eyed.

Cedric shook his head in embarrassment: "The quantity is correct, and one was destroyed by her on the spot."

"Destroy? This requires compensation." Harry nodded and waved his wand.

bang—

The drawer bounced open, hitting Umbridge hard in the stomach.

"No money." Harry raised his eyebrows and waved his wand again.

The cabinet door opened, and there was a crisp sound on Umbridge's face, who was bowing and covering his stomach.

The things inside are flying around.

"No money either."

Harry flicked his wand.

Her bag was turned out, and the contents fell out, clanging and rattling.

"Yes." Harry said calmly, a gold Galleon flew up and landed on the magazine, "This Galleon will be used as compensation."

Cedric cast the Levitation Charm, picked up the thick stack of magazines, and stuffed the Galleon into his pocket by the way.

They headed for the door.

"By the way, Ms. Umbridge." Harry turned his head suddenly. "I heard that you punished George, Fred, and that Hufflepuff by imprisoning them for a month?"

"Don't do this, okay?"

"You are not a professor, you are not qualified to confine students."

Speaking of this, Harry paused, and said softly: "Professors often joke that they put me in confinement, but I actually put them in confinement."

"I don't mind trying to confine you for a period of time to this Hogwarts hazard."

"Clear your head, Umbridge."

Harry dropped the last sentence and disappeared into the frame of the door frame.

Umbridge raised his head, his forehead was smashed by the cupboard door, blood fell down his cheek, and a bloodstain slid out, his eyes stared maliciously at the empty corridor—the Defense Against the Dark Arts office was almost a forbidden place, no one wanted to come here , even after this, I feel unlucky.

She took a deep breath, clenched her fists, and walked towards Dumbledore's office, stepping on pink cat slippers that were completely different from her plump feet, without caring about her appearance.

Password, go upstairs, knock on the door.

Umbridge walked in angrily: "Professor Dumbledore!"

"Ah, that's surprising, Umbridge, what's the matter with you?" Dumbledore was holding a glass of honey water, and next to him was a small plate of cockroaches-they were crawling in it, and the magic stopped them. Disturb them so they can't climb out of the saucer.

Since the last time he was pranked by Fox, Dumbledore learned from the pain and still couldn't quit this candy.

Since Fox can't be guarded against, it's more troublesome to simply eat them, pick them out one by one, and identify them one by one, but it's a pity that I don't have the refreshing feeling of eating a handful.

"This is done by your good student, Harry Potter." Umbridge pointed to the wound on his forehead, "Shouldn't you discipline students like this more?"

Dumbledore just said lightly: "Really?"

"Professor Dumbledore!" Umbridge walked over and slammed both hands on the table, making a loud "bang" and supporting her body, "I want to punish Potter."

"That's Harry." Dumbledore shook his head. "He can hardly do anything wrong. Do you misunderstand him?"

Umbridge gritted his teeth. "He just took the Quibbler from me in violation of the education order."

"Not only Potter!"

"And Granger, Weasley, and Diggory!"

"Digory, that Digory of Hufflepuff?" A light flashed in Dumbledore's eyes.

Umbridge nodded heavily: "That's right, it's him."

"It seems that Harry is also very popular with other colleges." Dumbledore thought thoughtfully.

Umbridge stared round his eyes: "Professor Dumbledore, what are you talking about?"

Dumbledore shook his head: "I don't think those education orders are good orders, dear Umbridge, it's normal for students not to like them."

"That's an order from the Ministry of Magic," Umbridge emphasized.

Dumbledore said nothing.

Umbridge took a deep breath, his voice restrained: "Dumbledore, are you going to cover Potter?"

"Cover up?" Dumbledore laughed and shook his head, "No, no, Harry, hasn't he been doing it all the time by himself, and he is also taking responsibility for it?"

"Harry is Harry."

Umbridge looked at him deeply, clutching the table, wanting to smash the edge of the table, but she didn't have that ability, and could only leave two thick and greasy marks on the table.

"Okay, Ms. Umbridge, it's very late now, give me a rest time for this old man." Dumbledore waved his wand, and the magic power dragged Umbridge to the door, "To be honest, I have a nervous breakdown recently , have a good rest."

Wait to drag to the door.

Dumbledore paused: "If there is anything, go to Harry to discuss it."

"He is the heir of Gryffindor."

"In terms of ability and identity, he is even more qualified than me to speak on Hogwarts matters."

Umbridge turned around in surprise, a little elusive about the meaning of this sentence.

This is

Backing up Potter?

No, no, Porter's strength lies there, he doesn't need anyone to support him - he is an existence that can support anyone.

That is.

Was he saying Potter could represent him perfectly?

Umbridge took a deep breath and went stiffly down the stairs.

in the office.

The portrait of Godric, who was lying on the table and pretending to be dead, floated up again. He was soft and stubborn, and finally asked Dumbledore to add this function to him, but there is not much room to move, and he can only move around in the principal's office. : "It seems you are very satisfied with Harry?"

"Of course." Dumbledore nodded, sighing with emotion, gently pushed his glasses, and wiped a little teardrop overflowing from the corner of his eyes, "Harry is really outstanding, much better than I thought."

As he spoke, he paused slightly and looked at Godric: "Mr. Gryffindor, I thought you wouldn't understand me."

"Of course I understand, otherwise why would I want to find an heir?" Godric floated in front of him and lay down horizontally. "We are all destined to grow old, and the future is destined to belong to young people."

"I'm better than you. Although Salazar is a bit extreme, he is not a dark wizard anyway."

"You've met the wrong people."

"That Grindelwald, and this Riddle, I can understand your fear of whether the third outstanding young man in the future will also go astray."

Dumbledore shook his head, he didn't think "Grindelwald was a mistake in his life".

He shook his head again: "I believe that Harry will not go astray, but I am afraid that Harry will be forced to go astray. He is too good to be followed by others. I thought he would not find friends."

His face was lost for a moment, and he laughed happily again: "But look at him, how great he is."

"Umbridge has only been here for a week, just a week."

"Hufflepuff can stand with him, and that's Hufflepuff."

"I let him handle all these things, and put the responsibility of the future in his hands, and put it in his hands now. To be honest, I am very worried that he will go to the Ministry of Magic with a sword in his hand. , cut Umbridge, cut Thicknesse, though that's the way things are done."

Speaking of this, he paused and sighed: "Harry still took care of my old man's thoughts after all."

"Don't worry, Harry isn't very tolerant." Godric shook his head.

Dumbledore took a sip of honey water sweetly: "But Harry has many friends now, and they are still Hufflepuffs."

"I never had a friend as trustworthy as Cedric."

His eyes dimmed, thinking of something.

But he soon regained his enthusiasm and stretched his waist: "Mr. Godric, I'm afraid it's hard for you to realize how easy it is not to think as much as before."

"Just leave it to Harry, I'm very relieved."

"Should we consider taking a trip, you don't seem to have seen Godric's Hollow?"

Kudos to the readers! ! !

There is a problem with the way of thinking. Well, my previous understanding was a bit off, which caused a bit of delay in dealing with Umbridge, and I immediately corrected it later.

There are also some foreshadowing of details, if the foreshadowing is not in place, I will correct it!

Don't worry, I'm typing fiercely. After being scolded in the group today, my thoughts and emotions are much better.

Sure enough, baaaa means more cursing.

My relatives and friends have been busy recently, so they didn't scold me. Damn, everything is my relatives and friends' fault! ! ! !