Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

The magic surged out, and the flames engulfed Harry and Dumbledore.

snap.

They disappear into the office.

The next moment they appeared in an open space, and Hogwarts Castle was faintly visible in the distance. They were taken to the open space in the southwest of the Black Lake, which was about to meet the Forbidden Forest.

To go around most of the Black Lake and pass Hagrid's hut, almost no students would come here.

Fawkes fell on Harry's head, whining a few times.

Sorting Hat translation: "She said she wanted Hedwig's rations as a reward."

"Then you have to go find Hedwig." Harry raised his hand and stroked its head.

Fox flew away immediately.

"I rarely see Fox like this." Dumbledore was a little surprised, "He doesn't even like cockroach piles."

Harry looked at him strangely: "Professor, are you serious? It's so normal that Fox doesn't like it. Even Crookshanks doesn't like cockroach piles."

"But the cockroach pile is Honeydukes' best-selling product." Dumbledore argued.

"In the whole of Gryffindor, Lee Jordan bought the most piles of cockroaches." Harry argued with him. "He said more than once that this thing should appear in Zonko's joke shop, not a candy store."

Dumbledore disagreed: "Jordan? That little rascal who is second only to the Weasley brothers? You can't believe his words, he likes to deceive people the most."

"I don't want to discuss the cockroach pile with you." Seeing Dumbledore's serious face, he began to feel like seeing Ron on the broom, Harry shook his head expressionlessly, interrupting this trend, "Let's start today's lesson .”

Dumbledore paused, with thousands of horses stuck in his throat. After a while, he came back and said softly, "Then let's start today's lesson."

Harry nodded.

This is the second agreement between him and Dumbledore, to learn the technique that can mobilize magic power that does not belong to him.

Dumbledore flicked his wand lightly.

The water in the Black Lake is rushing, surging high, and pouring down like a waterfall.

There was even a flustered mermaid inside—I just came up to take a breath, what's going on?

"Clear water like a spring." Harry said the spell he hadn't said.

Dumbledore nodded: "Yes, it is indeed the spell, but it uses some small casting skills."

"Magic is everywhere."

As he spoke, he paused slightly, and swung his wand vigorously.

Water currents, flames, soil, and breeze circulate around him.

"Everything is magical if you think about it."

"As long as you don't want to, everything has no magic power."

After his words fell, everything that happened just now was like an illusion, the wind stopped blowing, the soil poured back to the ground, the flames and the water flow merged, but no water vapor rose out.

"Like the Patronus Charm, he can use it if I want to?" Harry scratched his throat.

Dumbledore nodded: "Yes."

Harry looked down at his wand: "But Snape... the professor still has to take the potion."

"The theory is the same." Dumbledore patiently explained, "The magical power of the potion also comes from belief."

Harry didn't quite understand.

Magic, is it just such a slap in the face?

Because I want to, so it can be done?

"Actually, haven't you already succeeded?" Dumbledore said softly.

Harry froze for a moment, raised his head, and looked at Dumbledore, a little puzzled.

Dumbledore imitated Harry and made a nondescript handprint: "It's your gesture magic."

Harry froze.

He raised his hand and made a handprint.

Igni!

The flame spewed forward and jumped to the surface of the black lake, stirring up a burst of misty water vapor.

"That's it." Dumbledore nodded, "You have mastered the power before you even started learning magic."

Harry looked at his hands, lost in thought.

After a while, try to wave your wand and force yourself to think that you can mobilize magic power.

But it didn't work.

A jet of clear water spouted from the tip of the wand, but it did not create such a magnificent and huge landscape as it did just now.

"You have to think from the bottom of your heart to change." Dumbledore shook his head with a smile.

Harry closed his eyes, trying to adjust his mentality, looking for the feeling of releasing the Patronus Charm.

Dumbledore continued: "This casting technique is not the same as the Patronus Charm. There is a spell that can help you find this feeling."

Harry looked at him.

"Weather spell." Dumbledore raised his wand, "a series of spells that can change the sky."

He waved lightly.

"Blow the wind!"

A breeze surged up, but unlike the whirlwind spell and the hurricane spell, this gust of wind did not gushes from the wand, but came from the north, whistling and blowing naturally.

"Call the rain!"

Dumbledore waved his wand again.

clack clatter——

As the raindrops fell, there was an exclamation from the opposite side of the Black Lake. No one expected that it would rain in this kind of weather. The water droplets fell and soon turned into ice.

"Call Thunder."

He waved his wand again.

Dark clouds rolled in, and a huge lightning shattered the night, and quickly dissipated.

"Luoxue."

He waved his wand for the last time, and the overwhelming rain turned into snowflakes in an instant, falling lightly.

Harry stared at Dumbledore in surprise.

Wind and rain, thunder, snowflakes...

These are all natural weather. He didn't feel any magic power in the raindrops, snowflakes, or breeze. He only felt it from Dumbledore when the spell was released. That wasn't a huge flow of magic power.

"This spell is not difficult." Dumbledore took apart a series of weather spells and introduced them to Harry, "but it is even more difficult to master than the Patronus Charm."

"Many people don't have such strong confidence. They all choose to shrink back in front of the celestial phenomena."

Dumbledore waved his wand.

The wind stopped, the snow stopped, the dark clouds cleared, and the sky was clear.

Harry raised his wand.

Like Dumbledore, say the spell: "Breath the wind!"

The magic is surging.

With a puff, a breath of air hit Dumbledore's face, brushing his beard and hair.

Dumbledore froze.

"Sorry." Harry said blankly, "I didn't mean to."

Dumbledore threw a hair in his face to clean himself up: "Harry, it might be better if you don't apologize."

Harry went on trying spells.

This spell is not more difficult than the Patronus Charm. Under Dumbledore's teaching, he quickly mastered this series of spells, but he still can't do Dumbledore's kind.

He can only affect a small area.

From the Ravenclaw Tower, to the area where I sit in this open space and spread a little further into the Forbidden Forest.

The wind wasn't strong enough, the rain and snow were suffocating, and the thundercloud was only summoned once.

However, Harry has already felt the influence of the weather spell, those magical powers floating outside his body, ready to move, wanting to be controlled by him.

Until the moon rises into the sky.

An elf appeared with a snap and reminded in a low voice, "Principal Dumbledore, it's curfew now."

"It seems that we have to rest." Dumbledore waved his wand, and all the weather stopped.

Harry tentatively asked, "Two more hours of practice?"

"I have to go to the Ministry of Magic tomorrow." Dumbledore immediately refused, "You can forgive me, old man, but without you, no, I didn't have such vigorous energy as you when I was young."

Harry sighed.

"Fox." Dumbledore called into the air.

No bird responded to him.

Dumbledore looked regretful: "It seems we have to go back."

Harry stared straight at the house-elf: "If you think so, just say so, there's no need to be so secretive with me."

Dumbledore coughed, and he waved his wand. A dead tree by the lake twisted and turned into a small boat: "Get on board."

"Let me enjoy the feeling of the year again."

Harry got into the boat with him, the wind was still, the boat moved on its own, and drifted to the opposite shore.

"Harry, how do you plan for the future?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry replied without hesitation, "Find out about Snape and my mother."

Dumbledore's face froze, and he turned his head to the side unnaturally.

"It seems that you know." Harry said calmly, "I asked my uncle and godfather a few days ago, and they didn't know about these things."

Dumbledore remained silent.

"Has something to do with why he betrayed Voldemort?" Harry asked a less sensitive question.

Wei Weifeng responded to his words.

"It's also related to my mother's death." Harry asked confidently.

There was no other expression on Dumbledore's face, he turned his head: "I'm sorry, Harry, this is an agreement between me and Severus, I can't say anything."

"But you have to believe, Severus, he absolutely..."

Harry stared straight into Dumbledore's eyes: "I can absolutely trust him, but the cause of my father's and mother's death cannot be so vague."

Dumbledore sighed: "Don't use Dementor on me."

"Maybe it will work?" Harry shrugged.

"One day, Severus will tell you." Dumbledore turned his head away, "Don't talk about it, Harry, you can try to slow down a bit."

"You are only thirteen years old now, but you are as tired as I am."

Harry looked at the thick layer of snow beside the lake: "Senior Tom is going to be resurrected."

"I'm not dead yet." Dumbledore shook his head, "I can stop him for a few more years for you."

"The enemy is alive, it is the greatest torment for me." Harry waved his wand, fished out a fish, turned it into a cat, and moved it in his hand.

"Let's talk about longer-term ideals?" Dumbledore continued to ask, "You are very smart and sharp. Do you want to go to the Ministry of Magic?"

"I remember Weasley, Percy Weasley's dream, was to be Minister for Magic."

"You are better than him and have better conditions."

Harry looked at him and smiled suddenly: "Albus, are you afraid that I'll be like Tom?"

Dumbledore was taken aback for a moment, then fished out a fish and turned into a bird: "You're still so sharp, well, I'm really worried."

"After all, anger destroys a person."