Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Chapter 92 He escaped from Azkaban (Seventh update~please subscribe~)

Harry sat in Potter's house until evening.

Euphemia is back.

Grandpa and grandma talked about many things that they didn't talk about last year.

Those friends who want to mention but dare not.

Peter who died heroically, the man who looked too timid to be a Gryffindor, became a real Gryffindor at the last moment of his life.

And Lupine, that poor little guy, was a werewolf, lived a miserable life all the time.

Euphemia suggested to him more than once that he was allowed to live in Potter's old house, which was a home after all, and he would no longer have to live a life of running around.

But he didn't agree to come down.

That was a werewolf with a lot of self-respect.

It wasn't until Flitwick, who was dazed from drinking in the bar, felt a little worried, and after looking for him, they left together under the moonlight.

The following days became the same as the summer vacation of the first school year.

It's just that the actual combat training has changed to once a week.

After all, Flitwick couldn't hold back and opened his mouth, complaining to Harry that he really couldn't hold on with his old body.

Only a week into the second month.

On time, the owl dropped the Daily Prophet and stood with its legs out on Harry's shoulders.

Flitwick waved his wand, and the five Knuts dropped into the owl's little pocket. It took the bread Harry handed over to it with satisfaction, and flapped its wings and flew away.

Harry reached out and was about to pick up the newspaper.

snap --

Flitwick clapped it hard and pressed it under his palm: "Harry, I feel very energetic today, how about we go to actual combat training now?"

"Professor, your acting skills are much worse than Lockhart's." Harry said blankly, "Is there anything in the newspaper that you think I can't read?"

Flitwick felt guilty and turned his head away.

"Because of my eyes, start calling me a freak?" Harry tried to guess, "If so, don't worry, I'm not that fragile."

Flitwick didn't let go of his hand, but pressed it even tighter.

"Didn't you scold me?" Harry was a little surprised, "Then why are you so nervous."

He flicked his wand.

The table began to twist and sink, and the plate turned into a small hand, dragging the newspaper to him.

Flitwick took out his wand and almost hit him with a "thunderbolt explosion".

The content of the first edition falls into the eyes.

A gigantic photo of a man with a gaunt face and long, unkempt hair, and the horrifying headline: "Still on the Run, Escaping Azkaban, Most Dangerous Criminal Ever!" "

Flitwick lowered his head.

Harry took a breath, his heart was beating fast, but his tone was unusually calm: "He escaped from prison?"

"He's dangerous." Flitwick waved his wand and restored the table, "You don't want to..."

"Professor, you know my level." Harry put down the newspaper. The report was full of Fudge's rhetoric without any useful information.

Where is Sirius?

How did he escape?

None of this was said.

There is no need to look any further.

Flitwick opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, yes, he was well aware of Harry's level, and now he was good enough to be called a good wizard.

He is capable enough to avenge his parents.

"Well, let me see." Harry played with his wand. "Why did he escape?"

As he spoke, he paused and looked at Flitwick: "Professor, do the prisoners in Azkaban have access to outside information?"

"Maybe there are some jailers who will bring them the outdated Daily Prophet." Flitwick replied, "Azkaban doesn't have too many restrictions in this regard, after all, the prisoners inside will go crazy in the first half of the year. .”

"And Sirius was imprisoned there for nearly twelve years."

Newspaper?

Harry flipped through his memory.

Soon he finds out what he thinks is the reason why Sirius might have escaped from Azkaban.

In the "Daily Prophet" before the holiday, it was reported that Hogwarts was attacked by a dark wizard, and that the Malfoy family might provide some dark magic items.

Is it because of this report?

As Voldemort's lackey, he probably knew that the Malfoy family had a Horcrux, and it was also very likely that he could judge that Hogwarts was caused by a Horcrux.

When you see your master starting to do something, you can't wait to escape and express your sincerity?

So where to find Sirius?

An answer came to his mind.

Malfoy's house.

"Professor, I'm going out for a while." Harry stood up.

Flitwick swung his wand and opened the door: "If you're looking for Black, I'll be with you."

"I'm going to Raignac's workshop," Harry replied, "to see if my sword is ready."

Flitwick sat down again, but he was still a little worried: "If you decide to find Black, don't be impulsive alone, you can trust the professor."

"You know me." Harry nodded and walked out.

Flitwick hesitated to speak.

I just don't worry because I know it.

In the workshop.

Hawke was still picky about Legnac, and kept a close eye on his every process, for fear that if he didn't pay attention, he would hand over the materials.

There was movement at the door.

Hawke squinted at the past, and immediately greeted him enthusiastically: "Mr. Potter, why are you free to come here today? Are you worried about Legnac?"

"I'll watch over him for you."

As the most famous little wizard in the wizarding world, he is also the best customer of Raignac Workshop.

Hawke is warm to him.

"I want to ask, how are my equipments made?" Harry asked.

Hawk became anxious for him: "Mr. Potter, yes, you need these things very much now, and I have already urged him."

"The bone sword was just finished."

"It will take some time for the armor, but it will definitely be delivered to you before school starts."

Harry waved: "Where's the sword?"

Hawk snapped his fingers, and a wooden box in the workshop floated up and flew into Harry's hand.

Snap your fingers again.

The wooden box opens to reveal the sword inside.

The bone sword is white with a blood groove.

"This sword has been cast with the Dustproof Curse, the Strengthening Curse, and the Sharpness Curse." Hawke introduced, "It also has the effect of solidifying snake venom. This is a poisonous sword."

"It's just that the material is limited. It can't absorb magic effects like the Gryffindor sword."

Harry picked it up and turned it around twice.

It feels great in the hand.

"How do you feel?" Hawke asked earnestly, "If there is something that doesn't go well, you can change it."

Legnac scoffed.

"Great craftsmanship." Harry tapped his wand on the box, turned it into a scabbard, tied it to himself, and inserted the sword in, "I'm very satisfied."

Raignac snorted proudly.

He is the one with the best craftsmanship among the ready-made elves, and a guy like Hawke who would rather be a lackey of humans will not understand how good his craftsmanship is.

more and more~

let me check~

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like