Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 106 We have to find a way to go out at night (Second update~please subscribe~)

The chattering little wizards stopped discussing.

Ron stopped messing with Neville, too.

Everyone looked curiously, and they really wanted to know what Harry would be afraid of - in their impression, Harry had always been "lawless", never afraid of professors, even Professor Snape could face it calmly, met the dark wizard Also very courageous and willing to come forward.

An expression, joy or anger, is rarely seen on his face.

As some little witches discussed in private, it really fits the demeanor of the "Lion of Gryffindor" in their fantasy.

"Professor, you don't seem to want me to pass." Harry walked to the front of the crowd, still some distance away from entering the boggart's transformation range.

"I trust you." Lupine smiled vaguely, "You shouldn't be afraid of him."

The brainy "Potter" really made him a little uncomfortable.

With just one glance, you can see what you are worried about?
Then you shouldn't worry any more.

Everyone has something to fear.

Lupine had been worried that Harry's worst fear would be Voldemort, and having that in the classroom would be a lot of fun.But yesterday's contact made him feel that Harry was not afraid of that person, at least the one he feared the most was definitely not that person.

Moreover, he felt that Harry had gone too smoothly and hadn't encountered any setbacks.

He was very worried that if he encountered any hurdle that he couldn't get over, Harry would be devastated.

This is a great educational opportunity and one that should not be let him pass up.

Lupine was wary, gripping his wand tightly.

Harry stepped forward.

There was a series of rapid popping sounds, and the Boggart seemed to be playing a game, only making harsh popping sounds out of thin air, and nothing happened.

Lupine was a little surprised.

Occlumency?
This creature can read the heart, but it cannot break through the blocked brain.

Realizing this too, Harry opened his mind a little.

The witcher is fearless, and he wants to know what he is afraid of.

The Boggart reads the message from the tip of the iceberg.

Can't wait to start transforming.

Twisted, a corner of the castle stretches out, like the Hogwarts tower, and a bit of Kaer Morhen's shadow can be seen, the appearance of the two castles mixed together.

The bottom section of the wand sticks out.

Bone-white frost and snow coexist with jet-black flames.

They are intertwined, lingering, violent and full of malice.

There are some corpses lying here and there under the castle, with long silver and white hair, red hair, black hair, tall and short, fat and thin, and their specific appearances cannot be seen clearly. They are bloody and hopeless.

Lupine watched stupidly.

Sure enough, Voldemort did not appear.

But this scene...

Unbelievable that Harry should be worried about this?You're only in the third grade, don't you worry a little too much?
Hermione searched among the group of corpses. The one with brown hair was about the same size as her, so it should be her.This made her not know whether to breathe a sigh of relief, or raise her heart.

The other little wizards widened their eyes and exclaimed.

Potter was Potter, after all.

They want to be specific about a certain thing, and he covers his face with a whole castle and a group of people.

"Funny."

Harry grimaced and raised his wand.

The frost quenches the flame, the flame melts the frost, and they both kill each other.

The corpses on the ground stood up, and the men put on women's clothes, dancing four little swans happily.

Harry smiled slightly.

Occlumency locked his thoughts again, and the castle twisted and began to "crack" again, trying to find a flaw in Harry's impeccable brain.

After tossing for a while.

With an even louder "pop", the Boggart finally couldn't bear the explosion, and a puff of green smoke was emitted, and it dispersed with a whiff.

Lupine applauded: "Excellent, but Harry, I'm going to save it for the next class as a teaching aid, so you've ruined it."

"Sorry, I didn't play it." Harry said seriously.

Lupine waved his hand: "I'll find another one in the castle, this kind of creature is not uncommon."

"Every little wizard has done a great job, plus [-] points for Gryffindor and Hufflepuff!"

The little wizards cheered happily.

They start to like the professor.

The lectures are decisive, witty and humorous, and the bonus points are not stingy, although not as much as Lockhart.

"After you go back, experience how you feel today." Lu Ping straightened his face, "Don't forget."

"as well as--"

"Regarding the determination and confidence in casting spells, everyone will go back and write a paper, five inches."

"A treatise on the Boggart, detailing its existence, habits of life, and methods of coping other than funny spells, four inches."

The little wizards suddenly whimpered and complained.

This class was so much fun, why did it end this way.

"You are already in the third year, but Defense Against the Dark Arts is still the first year for you." Lupine waved his hand, "You have to work hard to catch up."

"I have read the transcripts of the previous two years, it is a mess."

The little wizards wailed even louder and left the staff office in groups.

A total of nine inches of paper to write.

This Professor Lupine really surprised them everywhere.

"Harry, are you afraid that Hogwarts will be destroyed?" Ron asked a little puzzled when he was separated from the crowd, "That should be something that Professor Dumbledore should worry about."

"No, Harry isn't afraid that the castle will be destroyed, but he is afraid of losing the present..." Hermione corrected him, and in the middle of speaking, she was a little stuck, her face flushed slightly, "those things that are worth cherishing."

Ron suddenly said, "So the short red-haired guy hanging on the tree is me?"

"How could I die like that?"

Harry hesitated: "Maybe it was picked up by a cat?"

Ron was taken aback.

"I had a nightmare last night. You went to the cat, not Crookshanks, to fight with it, and then you were hung on a tree to be made into dried fish." Harry explained.

Ron gritted his teeth.

"It's impossible for a human to be made into a small fish." Hermione was very serious, helping Harry, and explaining.

Harry admitted his mistake well.

"What is that black flame?" Ron gritted his teeth, changed the subject, and asked, "I don't seem to have seen or heard of that kind of spell."

Hermione didn't understand either.

Harry replied, "It's Fiendfyre, a very powerful black magic that Tom used when I was fighting Tom in the Chamber of Secrets."

Hermione nodded: "So, Harry, are you worried about that prophecy?"

She is a clever little witch.

Heavy snow, black fire, these conflicting and contradictory images are combined to form a sentence.

She pulled out the parchment.

Read the line above.

"When the snow falls, I will be liberated."

Ron shrank his pupils, understood what Hermione meant, and stammered: "Will the mysterious man come back in winter? This semester, again?"

Harry shook his head, but said nothing.

He recalled the scene where the Boggart transformed just now.

The tiny bit of wand sticking out from the very bottom, he was all too familiar with, was none other than his own—cedar, eleven inches.

He worries about Horcruxes.

Although it is still unknown whether the prophecy refers to Voldemort or not.

He was also worried that the world he left would face the Wild Hunt—what would happen to the legendary, powerful enemies, Geralt, Vesemir, and Ciri...

It was the scene of the two things I was most afraid of, stitched together.

Hermione looked at Harry anxiously, sighed, and said suddenly, "Harry, I remember your confinement will end before curfew?"

Harry nodded.

"Then let's discuss how to sneak out and find a classroom a few nights a week." Hermione counted with her fingers.

Ron was about to turn his head away.

"Ron, you want to come with me too." Hermione waved her wand, a book pushed his face, and turned back forcefully.

Ron was very puzzled, with a strange tone: "No, why are you calling me on a date?"

"I, um... how to put it, although we are good friends, I'm not very used to watching other people date."

boom--

The book fell and hit him hard on the head.

Hermione blushed and said fiercely, "What strange things are you thinking about!"

"It's training!"

"Duel training!"

She turned her head and looked back at Harry, her tone became gentle: "Harry, what do you think? You train three or four times a week."

"I'm fine, but you..." Harry frowned, "Should that thing have an effect on your body?"

"Don't worry, I'm very aware of my body." Hermione was full of energy, and responded, "Then every Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday?"

Ron Chickpecker nodded, he had no problem with that.

He was also determined to be a strong man.

Had a quick lunch in the auditorium at noon.

By the way, discuss the details of the evening training.

They didn't even have time for a lunch break, so they had to go to the next class without stopping. Hermione was busier than them, and the protection of magical animals and Muggle research went together.

Walk out of the castle until you reach Hagrid's hut.

The tall man was specially dressed and dressed in a brand new moleskin coat. Fang stood at his feet, grinning, but wagging his tail cheerfully at every little wizard.

Wait for all students to arrive.

Hagrid waved his hand: "Great, everyone, come with me. As the first lesson of school, I have something good to show you. I promise, this class will be very exciting."

He was more aggressive than Lupine.

With the previous professor as the base, the cubs are full of expectations.

The Slytherins were indifferent to this. They didn't think highly of Hagrid, a gamekeeper who hadn't even finished Hogwarts, and whose species was still questionable.

Just when a little wizard couldn't bear it anymore, he asked Hagrid if he wanted to bring them into the Forbidden Forest.

Hagrid stopped at a fence.

This is a small paddock next to the Forbidden Forest, surrounded by a group of moon idiots.

"Everyone come here." Hagrid waved his hands, "Don't get together so tightly, spread out a little."

"Next, everyone, open the textbook—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Malfoy sneered, and said sarcastically, "How do you open it?"

"Professor, what you want us to buy are textbooks, or some unknown magical creature, which can bite people."

　And tonight~
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　　Thanks to the salted fish on the dining table, book friends 6781, book friends 3955, for their rewards~
　　
　
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