Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Hermione looked a little happy.

Except for Professor Sprout, she had never seen anyone who could find happiness in Harry's confinement, no, in Harry's confinement, not even Professor Snape.

Visible to the naked eye.

Since Harry entered school, Professor Snape's hair has become thinner every year, especially in the past one or two years, he has become more and more like a qualified middle-aged man in Great Britain, except for his body shape, he is still thin.

"How can it be called confinement." Harry shook his head and interrupted him softly, "It is obvious that an ambitious student is trying to climb to a higher position in the field of potions, a professor like Slughorn, Shouldn't it be very willing?"

They were talking and laughing.

The train stops at the station.

The weather this year was not so good, it was foggy, and it was still Hagrid who came to welcome them, staring at an oil lamp in his hand, illuminating a small area in the thick fog.

He held up his magic wand like a walking stick, waved it lightly, and said loudly, "First-year freshman, come to me."

"Oh, and Harry."

"This weekend, can you come to the cabin, please?"

Harry replied, "Of course."

Hagrid breathed a sigh of relief: "That's really great."

He waved the huge oil lamp, and the wand made silk, which was tied to the hands of every little wizard-he originally wanted to tie it around the neck, which was a common method he used when dealing with magical creatures, but just when the silk was about to be tied When he touched the neck of a little wizard, he realized that these cubs were wizards, not cubs of thestrals, unicorns, or centaurs.

Smog is more dangerous than any other weather.

On a rainy day, these kids could still realize that it would be dangerous not to follow the professor holding the oil lamp closely, but the foggy weather paralyzed their nerves and made them mistakenly think that it was not that dangerous.

Because of the foggy weather, the little wizard ran around and got into an accident, which caused the professors to search for them all. There are not a few cases where the opening dinner was ruined.

Senior students lead the team, and junior students follow behind.

Ron had just put together the second and third year teams.

On the other end, violent conflict broke out.

"Malfoy, what are you trying to do!" Zabini, who just met Harry and the others in Box C, roared, "Do you really think you are a Slytherin prefect?"

"You are pointing fingers at us?"

"what do you think?!"

The students all looked over, and even some backward first-year wizards heard the movement and looked curiously, but were dragged by the silk—the first-year wizards who will be enrolled in the four academies in the future, together, are all talking. Can't live with Hagrid.

The Gryffindors were no exception, they all stopped.

In the dense fog, Malfoy's face could not be seen clearly, but the fake eyes inlaid with emeralds shone brightly, bright and eye-catching: "Aha, such stupid words can also be said."

"It makes me wonder how on earth you've been in Slytherin for five years."

He raised his wand slowly.

The tone was as cold as the night air.

"Sabini, you should go to Gryffindor."

Ron scolded directly, what do you mean? Now Gryffindor is the best house in Hogwarts, owls, out of the top ten people with the best grades, four are in Gryffindor, four! Slytherin almost fell to the same level as Hufflepuff, with only two people in the top ten.

Don't wait for him to finish cursing.

Malfoy said the spell.

Gestures and speech were fast, and almost instantly, a white light flew out.

The rope flew out and bound him.

The second incantation was almost released together with the first incantation, silently, only the amazing magic power wrapped in malice fell on Zabini, the skin on his face immediately cracked, and blood rolled out.

"Malfoy, you dead dad's bastard." A seventh-year student pulled out his wand and pointed it at Malfoy.

He growled and was about to chant a spell.

But how could a student who only had bullying experience be better than a desperado who narrowly escaped death several times in half a month.

He couldn't finish a single spell.

Malfoy cast a spell.

A mischievous spell - swollen tongue, familiar to these bullying Slytherins as a hobby, used to make fun of it in their second and third years, George and Fred Fat Tongue taffy was inspired by this, but the spell was later dropped by them.

Not a discovery of conscience.

It's just that this small variation in limbs can no longer satisfy their interest in "little jokes".

A seventh grader, only now did he realize how useful this spell is in a duel.

Unable to cast a spell.

"My father died to protect the family." Malfoy's face darkened and he took a deep breath, as if even the other eye was stained with the color of emerald. "But where is your father?"

"I've heard of it recently."

"They're so busy trying to keep the place under their ass."

"It's really disappointing. Did Dumbledore's weakness give them more than ten years of confidence, making them think they can do it now?"

"I really look forward to the day when our father will meet again in hell."

He flicked his wand again.

The seventh grader's robe twisted and twisted into a long stick, which passed under his and Zabini's wrists, picked them up, and hung them in the air.

"Now, does anyone have any objections to my words?" Malfoy held his wand, slowly let it go, and his eyes flicked over those Slytherin mavericks who had fought the most with him in the past two years .

No Slytherin dared speak.

After a short silence.

Malfoy nodded lightly: "Very well, then follow what I said, everyone is on the same team, and the lower grades are better than the upper grades."

The Slytherins left in silence.

Malfoy walked in the lead, his steps firm.

The young wizards of the remaining three colleges looked at this scene in amazement.

Ron smacked his lips inexplicably.

"Harry, I feel like he's imitating you." When they reached the Thestral carriage, Ron patted his thigh, "No wonder I find his posture so familiar."

Harry said nothing.

Luna suddenly poked her head over: "This is normal, Malfoy needs to protect himself, he will naturally choose to be the best among his peers."

Ron was taken aback by her: "Luna, why are you here?"

"Ginny and Neville, and another couple." Luna replied obediently, shaking her head and dangling her carrot earrings, "They seem to be planning some event, let me come and find you."

"Did Neville encounter a horned snoring beast during his summer vacation?"

For the latter words, they all selectively ignore.

"Mom told her before school started to take good care of you." Ron sighed, opened the door of the carriage, and was the first to go in.

"Can little Ronnie see the Thestrals?" Luna followed up second, asking a question without thinking.

Ron glanced at him: "Why do you say that?"

"Harassment." Luna raised her hand and waved it on Ron's head, "There is a large crowd around you, on such a large scale. I only saw it on Hermione in the fourth grade."

Ron shook his head left and right, followed her to disperse the things around him, and it took a while to realize: "There is no such thing!"

"Yes." Luna was stubborn.

Ron sighed, staring at the Thestrals pulling the carriage and stepping on their hooves slowly.

Before this year, he had not seen this creature.

Until, he watched Neville and Bellatrix fight with his own eyes, and watched Neville cut off Bellatrix's head, and now he could see thestrals.

This made Ron feel very complicated.

When he couldn't see this kind of creature, he was very envious. Friends around him could see it, but he couldn't.

But when you really see it.

This kind of creature is not good-looking, very thin, with bones connected to skin, no flesh at all, like a mummy, black, not as shiny as Sirius, even the hair is lifeless.

Thestrals are not as cool as I imagined.

Death is not as elegant as I imagined.

Luna babbled to them about many things that happened during her summer vacation, most of which focused on his father. Mr. Lovegood is now a very popular pie, with an endless stream of ladies visiting every day , and even the most famous Madame Sabini.

That lady is very good at choosing a husband. She is just thirty-five years old this year, and she has already experienced seven husbands in her short life.

Her surname was inherited from her first husband.

The property in hand was inherited from six other husbands.

Each of her husbands was short-lived. On average, they served for less than three years. The Ministry of Magic reasonably suspected that Mrs. Sabini was involved in some murders more than once, but no evidence was ever found. Every husband loved her willingly. Love to death.

Now she had her eye on Lovegood.

When talking about this matter, Luna's tone was full of deep dissatisfaction, but the result was very good, and the editor-in-chief, who was vocal, seemed unable to understand the charm of women.

When Mr. Lovegood invited the charming Mrs. Sabine for the third time, asking her to go to the Amazon forest with him to find the traces of the horned snoring beast, this well-mannered lady could not continue. bear with it.

Ron was overjoyed to hear that.

Just when Luna was about to talk about the fourth lady who pursued her father, the carriage stopped at the gate of the castle.

They went to the long table to do it.

Professor McGonagall hurried over: "Oh, no, Harry, I didn't realize until the beginning of school that the Sorting Hat was in your hands all the time!"

Harry took off his hat: "Sorry, but I need it for a lot of things during the summer."

Professor McGonagall took it and shook it twice: "Can you call it back?"

Harry raised his wand and tapped it lightly.

Breathing around, the hat came back, and it muttered dissatisfiedly: "Harry, I'm flying happily, haha, you never know where I am now."

"Haha, then you will never know what time it is now." Harry said softly, laughing coldly and mercilessly.

Did I wish everyone a happy Mother's Day yesterday?