Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 118 Dumbledore: Oh, I'm dead (second update~)

Ron was not angry and complained for himself: "George and Fred have been drinking with you since the third grade."

"Such a big bottle!"

He opened his arms and gestured exaggeratedly.

"But they're not afraid of Percy." Harry nodded. "As long as you talk back to Percy, it's fine."

Ron shrank his head, said nothing, and his attitude showed everything.

He is not as lawless as Fred and the others.

There were more and more young wizards in the bar, most of them were senior students, male and female.

After Harry and the others finished drinking, they went back to the castle.

Even Ron felt like it was a waste of time to stay here.

It's better to go back and read a book.

Today's Hogwarts is a day worth celebrating for the little wizards. During the day, there is a lot of shopping in Hogsmeade, and at night is the Halloween dinner.

Seems to make up for the scares the students received from last year's events.

Dumbledore invited a ghost band this year, and it has been playing since before the dinner, but people who only have syrup in their minds can imagine the aesthetics.

Neville's scowling face reminded him of Halloween last year.

Very unlucky.

Harry and the others didn't go there until dinner time.

As soon as she entered the auditorium, Hermione frowned and noticed the band performing happily in the corner of the auditorium: "Who invited this?"

She paused: "This way of performing is a bit too futuristic."

"Who else but Dumbledore?" Harry looked at the teacher's bench, and Dumbledore smiled the happiest. He was even intoxicated by the music, his fingers were lightly moving and beating the beat.

Hermione rubbed her temples in pain.

Ron muttered, "I actually think it sounds nice."

"Little Ronnie, it's time for you to clean your ears." Fred came over and just heard his words, sighed, and said earnestly, "You are so old, you need to have a normal aesthetic."

Ron was very angry: "Why am I abnormal."

"Normal people wouldn't think this band sounds good." George nodded in agreement.

Ron looked around, raised his hand and pointed at Sir Nicholas: "Look, he is very happy to hear."

"He's a ghost." Fred said blankly.

Ron probed again and pointed at the teachers' bench.

Before he could speak, George spread his hands: "That's Professor Dumbledore, you know..."

In the eyes of many people, Dumbledore has always been a little crazy.

Ron pursed his lips, sinking into self-doubt.

"Harry, I have something important to tell you!" Fred pulled Harry and sat on the long table. "Guess what we encountered in Hogsmeade?"

His face is joyful and his expression is excited.

Harry guessed: "Did you meet a big client?"

George shook his head: "Guess again."

"Have you contacted a channel provider with stable shipments?" Harry made another guess.

Fred still shook his head: "No, no."

Harry broke the pot and said, "Meeting a naked veela dancing on the Three Broomsticks? If it's true, it's a pity we left too early."

Hermione's face was red, her small fist hit Harry's back, and the snakeskin armor rebounded, making her grit her teeth.

"This sounds great." Fred's eyes twinkled, looking forward to it, "but it's too bad, veela won't do these things."

"We met the same person we met last time!" George said bluntly, to save Harry from uttering any more shocking words. "It was when you were in first grade."

Harry was taken aback, recalling that the first time he went back to Hogsmeade, he met an adult scum who wanted to rob the little wizard.

"Is he still doing that kind of business?" Harry was a little surprised, isn't that manpower gone?
Fred shook his head: "Of course not, he's begging in Hogsmeade now, but he recognized us."

"While we were buying materials." George lowered his voice and continued in a very serious voice, "he went to call for a helper, and wanted to take revenge on us."

"The situation is really dangerous!"

"We were almost about to be robbed of all the money and materials by him."

"Guess what happened at this time?"

Harry still broke the jar: "A bunch of Veela with no clothes on..."

Fred interrupted him: "No, Harry, you can't, Hermione's still here."

Hermione glared at it.

"We really wanted to do this too!" George slapped the table, his tone excited, "but it turned out that a black dog saved us."

"It suddenly jumped out of the corner and bit the man's hand."

"Take his wand off."

"It's really handsome."

Fred's eyes shone brightly: "And it's very obedient, it only attacks bad people, and it knows how to praise it for doing good deeds. It grabbed our trousers and asked us to buy him food."

"Black dog?" Harry interrupted their fantasies about the black dog, "a big pure black dog?"

"Yes." George nodded, "We still want to keep it as a pet, but unfortunately it didn't agree, and ran away with food in its mouth."

Harry sighed, "What's wrong with you Weasleys."

George and Fred were taken aback.

Ron turned his head away unnaturally, inserted a lamb chop, and gnawed on it.

Harry took out the Marauder's Map from the Sorting Hat, put it on his lap, and tapped lightly: "I solemnly swear that I will do no good."

The map unfolds.

Numerous names emerged.

But there was no word for "Sirius Black", and Lupine was nowhere to be found, and there was no sign of him on the map, but Pettigrew Peter's name lay quietly in his office.

"What's wrong?" Fred asked curiously.

Harry shook his head: "I see that Professor Snape and Professor Lupine haven't come yet, so I'm a little curious if something happened."

Fred and George immediately perked up.

They lowered their heads to explore on the map, which soon became boring: "Professor Snape is not here, and neither is Professor Lupine. They went to Hogsmeade to fight?"

"No, Professor Snape is not that rude." George retorted immediately, "He will poison very gracefully."

"But Professor Lupine is a very good Defense Against the Dark Arts professor! Not a fool like Lockhart." Fred argued with him, "He must be able to see it."

Whether Snape was better, or Lupine escaped.

This is a question worthy of further study.

Gradually, other lion cubs also got involved, and the Ravenclaws at the next table didn't hold back. They came over to eat melons and discuss. The eaglets should be more rational and think about potions, spells, and drug-giving skills. .

Leo cubs are more emotional.

It all depends on the power of "I think" in my mind.

There are quite a few lion cubs standing against Snape, even Lupine is also named Gryffindor, but Snape's "desire" has been raging for too long, and they believe in Snape's viciousness and cunning even more.

Harry closed the Marauder's Map and stuffed it back into the Sorting Hat.

"That black dog is Black?" Hermione asked in a low voice, leaning her head closer.

Harry nodded.

"Fortunately, Black is innocent." Hermione sighed a little, "otherwise the Weasleys and the others would be in trouble."

Ron gnawed on the lamb chops, and leaned his head closer: "Harry, you said Snape and Professor Lupine, if they want to fight..."

"Professor Snape." Harry said without thinking, "Uncle Lupine is very good, but not as good as him."

Ron was a little disappointed, he was firmly on the side that Lupine could win.

"Professor Lupine is not here, did you go out to catch Black?" Hermione continued to lower her voice, grabbed a small piece of bread, and asked in a low voice.

Harry shook his head, thinking of the moonlight these nights: "No, I probably won't see him during this time."

Hermione nodded thoughtfully, chewing on the bread.

Halloween night is a lot of fun this year.

The Hufflepuffs became bolder, and the freshmen in the first and second grades were transformed by the seniors, wearing all kinds of strange costumes.

There's even a ghost with a Hufflepuff on its head.

They ran to the teacher's bench, yelling trick-or-treating.

The professors were happy to give them candy, and they had a great time—until Dumbledore brought out a jar of cockroach piles, and the little wizards dispersed immediately.

The little lions also started their performances, they skipped the candy part and went straight to trick or treat.

They bought a batch of fireworks from Fred, the special kind made by the Weasley brothers, and after they were lit, they shot up into the sky, and they exploded so that there was ketchup everywhere.

One shot also hit Dumbledore, and he cooperated very well. He covered the place where he was shot by the fireworks, lay down his tongue, and "died" on the chair.

Seeing that the professors were not angry, the little badgers boldly started business with the Weasley brothers.

George and Fred directly set up stalls on the spot.

Seeing how they laughed so that the chrysanthemums bloomed, there must be a good harvest tonight.

The Slytherins looked like outsiders. Even if the junior wizards were a little envious, they were pushed back by the senior students.

Don't be envious!

Noble Slytherins don't need what Gryffindors have got their hands on like they do, they don't.

Noisy and noisy, until almost curfew.

Professor McGonagall herded them back to their respective common rooms.

Led by George and Fred, the lion cubs sang all the way back, but the entrance was crowded with people, and Percy pushed through the crowd and walked in: "What's the matter, you forgot the password?"

Percy paused, waved his wand, and the parchment flew out of his schoolbag, wrote a string of words, made two copies, and flew away quickly.

Harry tiptoed to look, and his face changed suddenly.

The entrance to the Gryffindor lounge is guarded by a portrait of the fat lady, but now the fat lady has disappeared.

The canvas was severely torn to pieces, leaving a large gap, and the torn pieces scattered all over the floor.

The watchman has been destroyed!
Harry grabbed the hands of Hermione and Ron, walked around the crowd, and walked to the empty stands: "Help me cover."

He took out the Marauder's Map.

When the map slowly spread out, there was still no Sirius Black's name on it.

"Blake did it?" Hermione frowned.

Harry nodded: "It should be him. He came to find Peter. He didn't go into the lounge. When he got angry, he did something stupid again."

(End of this chapter)