Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

The next day, a brand new Nimbus 2001 landed on the Gryffindor table.

Hedwig cooed, confirmed that Harry had no other letters for her to send, and flew away to the Dursleys' house - Petunia's rations had been eaten.

Not only did she want to eat an owl, she also made some friends in the school shed, and they all had a soft spot for the rations produced by Petunia.

Ron touched the long package with gentle movements and envious eyes. A strong aura of Galleon made him feel a little dizzy: "This is Nimbus 2001, it feels really good in the hand."

"The package hasn't even been opened yet." Harry glanced at him.

Ron shook his head: "No, this weight! It's not ordinary..."

"It's about the same weight as Sweeping the Seven Stars." Harry interrupted him.

"How can Sweeping Seven Stars be compared with Nimbus 2001!" Ron shook his head, and introduced in a hasty tone, "The top speed of Sweeping Seven Stars is only 80 miles per hour, but Nimbus 2001 can reach a maximum speed of 110!"

"And the Nimbus 2001 can accelerate to 85 miles in ten seconds, no other broom can match it..."

He was eloquent and had something to say.

There was a lot of information that Harry couldn't think of.

The nature of the wood, the comfort of the seat...

He was showing off to Harry what a broom the Nimbus 2001 was.

It's also a really good broom.

During training, Harry felt its superiority. He could turn the direction more sensitively and accelerate faster, which gave him an idea, maybe he could try a weapon like the meteor hammer?

After all, Wood still negotiated with Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff about exchanging training time.

This made people from the two teams couldn't hold back, and rushed over to watch Gryffindor's jokes.

Sentenced to a term of confinement.

It seems that no little wizard has ever achieved such an achievement.

The second grade is much busier than the first grade.

Learning, confinement, training...

Harry worked three o'clock and one line until the end of September, when the lacewings were cooked, he found an abandoned classroom that no one had been in for at least three months, and continued to cook.

Now, there was only one last piece of material missing—something from someone.

In the common room.

Ron made suggestions: "Malfoy! That kid is very arrogant. It's absolutely no problem for him to pick up the portrait. Professor Snape likes him very much."

"I think Goyle or Crabbe." Hermione shook her head and made an opinion, "They are easier to attack, their weaknesses are obvious, they are very greedy..."

Harry shook his head: "No, I didn't intend to attack the junior students."

The two of them were taken aback.

"It's not safe, it's easy to be suspected." Harry explained, "I'm going to do something to Graham Montague."

"Monta? Who's that?" Ron frowned.

Hermione thought for a while, and then pulled out information about him in her mind: "A fourth-year student? Last year he seemed to be the second best in the school, the best in Slytherin."

"Will it be difficult to start?" Ron frowned.

Higher than myself, so outstanding...

No matter how you look at it, it's not easy to bully

"Others will think it was done by a sixth or seventh year." Harry said, "Even if something happens, I won't be suspected."

Hermione clenched her fists.

On Monday, October 5th, it was raining lightly.

After finishing the jokey Defense Against the Dark Arts class and earning five bonus points, Harry donned the Invisibility Cloak and tracked down his target.

Find opportunities soon.

While he was in the bathroom.

"Damned!"

A safe environment makes people slack, and he didn't expect that someone would sneak up on him at his own convenience.

He didn't see who the attacker was.

He fell hard and landed in the toilet.

Harry waved his wand again, and the toilet tie was stretched and turned into a rope, binding the unconscious little wizard tightly like a crab.

Pick off one of his hairs, put it into the compound potion, the potion vibrates violently, boils, and turns into a deep brown in the blink of an eye.

Absinthe root water, with a little taste of alcoholic fermentation, is not very tasty.

A dry and hot breath rose from the lower abdomen and spread to the limbs. The magic power violently changed his body. His bones elongated, his fingers became thicker, and his shoulders stretched...

Before Harry could savor the feeling, the changes stopped abruptly.

He conjures a mirror and looks at the reflected face.

He has completely changed his appearance.

Clothes and shoes were ill-fitting, and a fourteen-year-old body was squeezed into a twelve-year-old robe.

But Harry hesitated, and instead of choosing to change into Graham Montague's robes that had fallen into the pickle on the urinal, he waved his wand and cast a Transfiguration Charm, changing his own robes into those of the Snake Court.

Another stun spell was cast on him.

Only then did he walk out of the bathroom, but he didn't rush to the Slytherin lounge, but first found a little snake who was alone, and asked for the password with the Axi sign.

Slytherin had decent taste.

The password is "opal".

On Monday night, there were not many students in the lounge, the lower grades were all going out to play noisily, and only the upper grades were struggling for their exams.

"Graham? Why are you back?" The student closest to the door was a little surprised and asked, "Aren't you going to train?"

"I met Professor Snape on the way." Harry replied as gently as possible, "He asked me to fetch him something."

"What?" The student was even more surprised, Snape was not the kind of professor who liked to manipulate students.

"The portrait of Slytherin." Harry poked his head and looked around, "I don't think I've seen it before."

The student was taken aback, nodded thoughtfully, then stood up: "I know where it is, I'll take you there."

Harry followed him, frowning.

wrong…

The footsteps are heavy, ready to turn around at any time.

He took his hand into the robe, and that position... was the breath of the magic wand.

He wants to shoot himself?

Harry stopped and stepped back.

Already exposed? for what?

"Damned!"

The senior snake suddenly turned his head and called with a spell.

Harry dodged, waved his wand, and the tables and chairs floated around, smashing hard between the two of them, and he fled to the door.

"Stop him!" the little snake yelled. "He's a Gryffindor in disguise."

"He's coming to the common room to steal a portrait of Slytherin."

"Steal something that doesn't exist."

"It really is a stupid lion without a brain."

He didn't suspect other colleges. Only Gryffindor could do this kind of thing.

The last sentence was full of ridicule.

The other Slytherin students cast spells subconsciously.

Stunning spells, petrification spells, and even some evil spells with black magic breath...

"Armor protection!"

Harry's face darkened, and he cast a spell, and an invisible shield covered his whole body. Facing the overwhelming spells, he could only dodge a few that looked extremely dangerous. Some of the less powerful ones were hardened with the iron armor spell. against the past.

Damn, the hat lied - there was no picture of Slytherin in the Slytherin common room.

A common sense question.

Thank you book friend 1856 for the thousand rewards!

Thanks for the silver gun and iron sword!

I am also working hard today for three updates, and there are two more chapters to add!