Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 117 How to spend money if you have money (first update~please subscribe~)

Professor Sprout is not as simple as it seems.

She is chubby, smiling, innocent and harmless.

Who would have thought that she carried an entire Forbidden Forest in her pocket.

Professor McGonagall's tutoring involves more knowledge of human body deformation, which is different from the degree of changing hair in the classroom. Under Professor McGonagall's careful supervision, he tries to deform his toes and fingers.

These are the prerequisite skills of Animagus.

Compared with the growth of the other two "confinement".

Harry's progress on the Patronus Charm is almost nothing.

Dumbledore just repeatedly emphasized "faith", "emotions" and "love". When it comes to emotions, his face will still be filled with a frothy look of happiness.

This made Harry a little distressed, he was not lacking in these feelings, otherwise he would not have released the Patronus Charm.

But it is difficult for him to understand this kind of "idealistic" thing, after all, emotional output cannot be sensed from any part of the body.

Wait until October.

Harry got busier.

The same is true for Hermione, she has more courses and homework than every little wizard.

After working hard, Ron still failed to pass those two people, and he still looked like he was doing nothing and doing nothing every day—even though Gryffindor now referred to the homework from two to three.

Quidditch training also begins this month.

The Quidditch Cup failed to continue last year because of the basilisk attack, which made Wood very angry. That was the most advantageous year for Gryffindor!
As a result this year...

The Chasers are graduating in seventh grade, and they have a full two players to replace.

But fortunately, they have Harry, so the advantage is still great.

Wood was determined to win a Quidditch Cup this year. He worked out a very strict training plan, which was ultimately compromised by Harry's confinement and Gryffindor trials.

Damn!
Why is a little lion so busy.

And just when the little wizards in the third grade were struggling because they had two or three extra classes, a piece of good news came, making their cloudy hearts suddenly clear.

The third year will be allowed to go to Hogsmeade on the first weekend before Halloween.

Unlike Diagon Alley, it is a brand new village made up entirely of wizards.

Except for some students from wizarding families, most of them have never been there, including Ron, who has never been there.

In the past, Ron would be more or less happy and frowning.

But today is different.

Now the uncle is rich and rich.

He excitedly ran to Fred and George, shaking his wallet, and there was a clear and pleasant sound of gold coins colliding: "George, do you want to borrow money?"

He thought for a while, stretched out his palm, opened it completely, and spoke sincerely, but the lion opened his mouth: "I can lend you five Galleons, as long as I return six Galleons."

George and Fred looked at him pityingly.

Ron was taken aback.

What does this look mean?
"My dear little Ronnie, you may have been too focused on your studies recently." George patted him on the shoulder, "Some things around you are neglected."

Fred pulled the robe away, lowered his voice, and shook the money bag hanging in the robe, which was heavy and looked even heavier than Ron's money bag: "Actually, we've made a lot of money recently. "

He weighed the purse: "Three Galleons, sixteen Sickles and twenty-two nats."

George added: "It can be viewed as four Galleons."

"The first strokes of our grand blueprint have been drawn." Fred was a little excited.

George rubbed his hands: "We're going to give Ginny a new hairpin this Christmas."

"I'm planning to give you a new pet." Fred nodded, "Replace that mouse with Scabbers."

Ron turned his head away unnaturally.

"But the pet will have to wait until next year." George sighed, "There are not many good children like you who love to study in Hogwarts."

Ron's face was even more unnatural.

Why does this sound so swearing.

"We still have an appointment with Hufflepuff, see you later, dear little Ronnie." Fred ruffled his hair.

George teased: "If you'd lend us five Galleons, I think we'd be more than happy to borrow from you if we paid back four Galleons."

Ron stomped his feet angrily: "Dream!"

The Weasley brothers laughed and left, they were very busy, except for Slytherin, the other three colleges had many customers.

Ron returned to the table cursing: "What's wrong with George and Fred?"

"How did they suddenly become so rich."

He had some doubts, whether his family had won the lottery again, and his parents sent a pocket money to all the children, but he forgot to give it to himself.

"It's the Forbidden Forest," Harry reminded him. "They asked me for a map of the Forbidden Forest."

Ron thought of the bottle of acromantula venom, and felt sour in his heart: "They are empty-handed wolves, Harry, you should ask them for a dividend!"

"It's a deal, a reasonable deal." Harry shook his head. "Actually, judging from the results, I took advantage of it a little bit."

Ron stared round his eyes: "That's a steady stream of Galleons."

"It's not a steady stream." Hermione shook her head, "The materials they sell are very common medicinal herbs and magical biological materials, and they are already in the fifth grade, and they will graduate in two years at most."

Ron was puzzled: "Hermione, how do you know?"

"I've bought them from them." Hermione waved her hand, "There are some potion ingredients that students don't have in their medicine cabinets, and it will take time to buy them from outside. Recently, Hedwig and Crookshanks have been doing wild things. It's convenient for them." .”

Ron opened his mouth, a little surprised.

He didn't even know about this kind of thing.

Neville also came over: "It's really convenient, and the quality is also very good. I bought a big lump of moon moron feces from them a few days ago, it's so fresh..."

Ron interrupted him anxiously: "Oh, no, what did you buy that for?"

Neville blushed a little.

"Fertilizer." Hermione explained for him, "The feces of the Moon Crazy Beast is a very high-quality fertilizer."

Harry sighed helplessly: "I want to buy it too, but the Sorting Hat disagrees."

"Don't even think about it!" The Sorting Hat jumped up and shouted loudly, "I know you, Harry, don't even try to stuff that thing in me!"

"Impossible! I'd rather jump off the tower now and fall to my death and fall to pieces..."

Harry interrupted it: "You are a hat, you can't fall to your death."

"I'm just expressing my determination!" The Sorting Hat gritted its teeth and replied viciously.

Neville spoke to the Sorting Hat seriously: "You shouldn't discriminate against the feces of the Moon Crazy Beast, it's actually..."

Harry took off his hat and tossed it to Neville, leaving the two of them to continue their bickering.

Ron swallowed, still unable to understand why Neville could look at those things so indifferently.

"Harry, what do you plan to do when you go to Hogsmeade?" He shook his head, threw those horrible things out, then turned to talk about something that made him happy, "I remember you went once..."

Hermione frowned slightly, and asked with concern: "Harry, did your aunt's family sign for you?"

She worries about this.

Judging from the Christmas gifts in the past two years, the relationship between them is not very harmonious. She also heard from Hagrid that the Dursleys did not intend to let Harry enter Hogwarts-even though it was the first year. thing.

"Signed." Harry nodded, comforting Hermione, "Auntie and the others have been very kind to me recently, at least they have a room of their own, and they won't interfere with my research on magic during the holidays."

"Dudley wouldn't dare bully me."

"Although my uncle is still cursing, his mouth is similar to that of Professor Snape, but his brain is a little weaker, and his cursing is not so pleasant."

When Hermione heard this, not only failed to calm down, but was even more stunned.

She was worried and a little distressed.

What kind of life did Harry live before...

She opened her mouth, hesitated to speak, not knowing how to comfort her.

Harry turned his head and had already discussed with Ron which candy to buy. Harry didn't like candy very much, but the more he went to Dumbledore's office, the more types of candy he knew.

This cheerful atmosphere was maintained until the eve of Halloween.

Ron has been hyper.

He had planned how he would spend his money—from his parents, to his siblings, he had left no one behind, not even George and Fred.

His new pet was also delivered recently, a very ordinary little gray owl, very inconspicuous, but Ron liked it so much that he named it "Bowes".

Recently, she has been hanging around behind Hedwig.

Hedwig is teaching it very strictly how to be an excellent owl, and not to be afraid of Crookshanks. Although it is a cat, it doesn't know how to prey on owls.

Ron has been eager to try, wanting to send the first letter in his life, using his own owl to send a letter.

He was looking forward to it, looking forward to it.

The day finally came to Hogsmeade.

Under the inspection of Professor McGonagall, they checked the signatures of the guardians one by one, and released them out of Hogwarts one by one.

At the end of October, it hasn't snowed yet.

But there was already a chill in the air that only in winter.

Compared with the last time he came to Hogsmeade, this time Harry had more time and mood to wander around the village.

Of course, it was more to accompany Ron.

He had held thirteen Galleons for a long time, but he didn't realize how much money it was until today. They walked around Hogsmeade and bought gifts for all their brothers and sisters.

He even invited Harry and Hermione to the Three Broomsticks for a drink, but Ron couldn't finish the five Galleons.

Sit by the window at the bar.

Ron stared at the glass of Irish whiskey in Harry's hand, then at the butterbeer in his own hand, hesitating whether he should have a mature drink too, to make himself look like a grown-up.

"You're not old enough to drink yet." Harry saw through his little thoughts at a glance, "Percy needs to know, you'll have to drag me all night to explain the truth."

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