Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 108 He Was Born in December (Fourth Update~Please Subscribe~~)

"I am very familiar with the Forbidden Forest. I have been here many times in the first two semesters." Harry replied casually.

Hagrid couldn't help raising his voice: "Have you been here many times?"

"But I never met you when I was patrolling the forest."

Harry said softly: "We have met many times."

Hagrid was taken aback.

He frowned as he recalled, and looked down. After the little wizards had dispersed, he withdrew his cheerful appearance and shrank his teeth by his legs, and looked at Harry again, feeling a thump in his heart.

"Every time Yaya gets scared, it's because I ran into you?" A bold guess came to his mind, and he said it out.

Harry nodded.

"Is it the Invisibility Cloak?" Hagrid clenched his fist and slammed it hard in his palm, "I should have thought of it earlier."

"Harry, next time you won't..."

Hermione interrupted them: "That's not the point."

"Harry is very responsible for his own safety, he takes care of himself."

Hagrid muttered, "Hermione, you can't be so partial."

Hermione blushed, shook her head quickly, and said loudly, "I'm not biased! I'm seriously discussing your class with you, Hagrid, and you should be serious too."

"There are many things you need to pay attention to..."

She rambled on.

Hagrid was very serious and patiently listened to all Hermione's opinions.

such as…

Even if it is biased, there is no need to add so much, unless you can be like Professor Snape, with a stinky face all day long, and don't take anyone seriously.

Hagrid has this strength. No one in the school can compare to him in protecting magical animals-after all, after the Hippogriff got angry, he was the only one who could hold it down with just one hand.

He was born to be a master.

It's just that he can't show the momentum that Snape has.

He is a capable person with a big frame, but he has a cowardly face.

Of course, after listening to it, whether Hagrid can listen to it and implement it is the question...

They didn't stay long.

Then there is the last class of the day, Ancient Runes.

Compared with their divination and protection of magical animals, this class is very ordinary. They don't need to pick up wands, and they don't feel the magical magic of runes.

Essentially, you are learning a new language, starting with the most basic letters.

In the first class, I learned sixteen.

Professor Batheda Babling announced to them that there were at least three weeks to go before a course like today's, a dull but useful course.

Ron was drowsy. He rubbed his head and turned out the class schedule: "Fortunately, there are only three classes tomorrow."

"The next runes session is on Thursday, oh...no, after Potions."

He couldn't help being heartbroken, and the two lessons he felt the most painful were connected together.

Hermione corrected his mistake angrily: "Not together, there is a Defense Against the Dark Arts class in between."

"But Professor Lupine will assign papers." Ron's voice was more painful.

Hermione said earnestly: "At least let us make up for the two years we owe."

Ron sighed and followed them back to the auditorium.

After dinner, they returned to the common room, and Harry made his way to Dumbledore's office.

The first day of school is Dumbledore's confinement.

Shout the password and walk through the door.

"Harry, you came too early." Dumbledore looked at him helplessly.McGonagall had told him earlier that Harry was very attentive to the matter of "restriction".

When school started last year, at least I found a reason.

By the end of the second-year semester, he didn't even find a reason, and he didn't even ask his own opinion, so he decided on the matter of "confinement".

Flitwick also supported his waist, telling Dumbledore to be careful and cautious.

Dumbledore disagreed.

He has seen many hardworking little wizards, and he was also a hardworking wizard when he was young.

Diligence is a good thing and an advantage.

Until now, Harry, who saw this point appearing in front of him, had a vague premonition in his heart.

"It's only one day a week." Harry came over, waved his wand, and moved aside the tables and chairs that were in the way, including the one that Dumbledore was sitting on. "Time waits for no one."

Dumbledore stopped and shook his head: "I know you are under a lot of pressure."

"I also heard about that prophecy, and the Ministry of Magic sent someone to file it."

"Professor Lupine also told me, don't worry about your performance in class, with me here, Hogwarts will not become what you worry about."

"Does Professor Lupine know he told you?" Harry asked back.

Dumbledore paused: "Just take it as what he said."

"What do you think about that prophecy?"

Harry shook his head: "There is no need to care about the prophecy. Since it is said, it will definitely come true. Instead of thinking about how to analyze the prophecy, it is better to think about how to improve your own strength."

Dumbledore looked at him with relief: "It's best for you to think so, but I'm about that prophecy..."

"Perhaps we can wait until the end of the lesson?" Harry interrupted, drawing out his wand.

The curfew "lockdown" will end.

These things can be discussed after the confinement comes.

Dumbledore also took out his wand: "Harry, which one do you want to learn first?"

"The Patronus Charm?" Harry looked out the window. It was night and it started to rain again, and a few dementors could be seen floating in the sky in the distance, which was disturbing.

Dumbledore followed suit: "A very wise choice."

"Shall we review the Patronus Charm?"

Harry replied: "Concentrate and remember the happiest things."

"But you should also find some problems?" Dumbledore asked again.

Harry nodded: "Happy and positive emotions are the foundation, and making it have the essence of the flesh is the belief of guardianship, just like the name of the spell."

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded, he waved his wand, without chanting a spell, a silver phoenix gushed out of the wand and landed beside Fawkes.

Fox greeted it affectionately.

"Of course, Dumbledores are a bit different." Dumbledore smiled, "I have actually never experienced the change from an ordinary patron saint to a magical creature patron saint."

"Dumbledore is a well-known Phoenix family, and he can sign a contract with the Phoenix." Harry spit out such a sentence without any jealousy on his face.

"The contract directly changed our patron saint." Dumbledore looked at the phoenix with reminiscence in his eyes, "But a friend and I studied this magic back then."

"How to change the patron saint from an ordinary animal to a magical creature."

"It's very simple to say."

"Emotion and will are the basis of magic spells. Although the Patronus Charm is ancient, it is no exception."

"For stronger and purer emotions and wills, you can control them and let them be driven by you like magic, so that the patron saint can evolve."

Harry was taken aback, raised his head, and looked at Dumbledore: "It's that simple?"

"A powerful spell doesn't have to be complicated." Dumbledore shook his head. "There are not many spells as complicated as Animagus."

"And it sounds simple, but it's hard to implement."

"My friend also took a long time to do it. He is also a very good wizard. At least in my eyes, he is as good as you."

"Him?" Harry looked puzzled, "I feel like you're talking about your old lover of the fortune teller, but why is it him?"

Dumbledore evaded the question and took two steps back: "Harry, do you want to try?"

Control emotion.

Move them like magic.

This sounds similar to Occlumency.

Harry closed his eyes, trying to control himself, and said the spell.

"Call God Guard!"

When he opened it again, it was still the lion, lazily lying on the ground, yawning.

"Emotions must be stronger." Dumbledore pointed him.

Harry took a deep breath, dismissed the Patronus, and chanted the spell again.

The silver mist surged thicker, and the body of the patron saint became more solid, but nothing else changed.

all night.

Harry received Dumbledore's teachings, and his spellcasting level has improved a lot. He can even start to omit some chants and gestures, but he has never taken the step towards the evolution of magical creatures.

until eleven o'clock.

Dumbledore waved wearily: "Harry, let's call it a day."

Now he finally understood why McGonagall and Flitwick reminded himself so earnestly and earnestly.

He has seen many hardworking people.

But someone as hardworking as Harry...

His physical strength, energy, and magical power seem to have no upper limit. Ordinary people have to stop and rest for half an hour or an hour at most.

Harry doesn't have to.

He is tireless and never stops, if it is not for his ability to arouse those magic powers that do not belong to him, and he has the authority of the headmaster, he can mobilize the magic power of Hogwarts.

Harry could even burn himself out.

The biggest problem is still energy.

As early as nine o'clock, Dumbledore was very tired, but Harry was even more energetic and energetic than when he first entered the office.

How can an old man in his 100s spend so much time.

Even when I was young, I never vented my energy so exaggeratedly with Grindelwald-referring to the study of magic, and they all stop when they are supposed to rest.

"Is it already curfew?" Harry sighed, disappointed.

Dumbledore's tone was relieved: "Yes, the curfew is finally over, let's sit down and talk about the prophecy."

With a wave of his magic wand, the tables, chairs and benches were reset.

Harry sat down, and Dumbledore didn't pour him any more milk this time. He didn't think Harry needed this thing. Why would he drink milk with such energy?
and many more……

Having been consumed by Harry to such an extent, Harry obviously wouldn't be too relaxed, but he couldn't take advantage of Minerva and Pomona.

Thinking of this, he waved his wand and still poured out the milk, filling a large glass.

"What do you think about that prophecy?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry held his cup and remained silent.

He thought a lot, but some things were hard to say.

"Although you are very mature, you are still young after all." Dumbledore continued softly, "Tom Riddle, he was born at the end of December."

Harry looked up.

The text in the prophecy came to mind.

"People born in December will slowly wake up."

　For the time being, there will be four more changes today, nothing.

　　Let me recover, look for the status, bobo~
　　Thanks for the strange, book friend's reward~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)