Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 119 Why Not Use Magic! (Third update~)

Hermione looked at the crowd with a surprised tone: "How could he do such a thing? I can't explain why."

Ron agreed too.

"You have to understand him, he has no brains after all." Harry sighed, and put the Marauder's Map back, "I'll go out and have a look, you guys be careful."

"Come back early." Hermione nodded, "Old rules."

Harry smiled.

There are seven secret passages from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade, and Harry checks them one by one.

The first one to check was the one that the Weasley brothers took him to Hogsmeade when he was in the first grade. The last time he walked on it, it still had a little life, but now it has completely collapsed, the road is blocked by earth and rocks, and it has not been damaged by big dogs. Arch marks.

Then there is the third floor, the one behind the hunchbacked one-eyed witch statue, with messy footsteps, and there are many footprints of little wizards, but no dog paws.

There are six in total in the castle.

There were four left, and Harry checked them one by one.

No trace of the big dog left.

The last one is outside the castle, but they will not be able to get out for a while. The students gathered in the auditorium. What happened last year made the professors terrified. Moreover, the portrait was destroyed, and the lounge will not be open for a while.

Dumbledore made the students sleep in the Great Hall while the professors searched through the night.

This is much better than last year.

At least…

This year I know who to look for, such a big person.

Hermione dragged her sleeping bag and lay down next to Harry. The other little wizards tactfully made room for them. They even wanted to give Ron a hand, but they couldn't.

Such an adult, why is he still not enlightened?

"Did you find the trace?" Hermione asked softly.

Harry shook his head: "There is no trace of him in the secret passage in the castle, he should come from under the Whomping Willow."

He looked around: "It seems that there is no way to go out today, I hope there will be some traces left tomorrow."

Ron questioned: "Harry, wouldn't it be good to tell the professor directly?"

Harry hasn't explained yet.

Hermione shook her head: "It's different, last year it was the mysterious man, this year it's Peter."

"If you tell the professor, both Black and Peter will be sent to the Ministry of Magic."

Ron still has some expectations for the Ministry of Magic. After all, his father is a member of the Ministry of Magic: "Isn't it good to send it to the Ministry of Magic? Investigate this matter..."

Hermione continued: "Then Peter will only be sent to Azkaban. I have checked the laws of the Ministry of Magic. Just like the Muggle world, there is no death penalty."

Harry glanced at Hermione in surprise, "You've thought so much."

Hermione's ears turned red, and her tone was a little tense: "I, I'm just guessing casually."

"That's what I thought." Harry turned his head and looked up at the ceiling, reflecting the sky tonight, which was clear and cloudless, with a full moon embedded in the sky, "If Sirius hadn't been so stupid, I would have killed Peter. "

Ron opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, not knowing what to say.

After a while, he raised his hand and placed it heavily on Harry's shoulder.

Harry pushed it away: "Asleep? Don't move your hands and feet."

"Am I that kind of person?" Ron was dumbfounded. "I move my hands and feet when I fall asleep?"

Harry nodded: "Yes, you are very restless when you sleep."

Ron frowned, wondering: "I'm restless?"

As he said this, Neville, who was sleeping on Ron's other side, turned his head, cautiously and nervously: "Ron, don't hit me when you sleep at night."

Ron was dumbfounded.

He struggled, and stuffed himself completely into the sleeping bag, and let Harry close the zipper very intimately, so that only his head was exposed.

"Our dear little Ronnie." Fred and George came smiling, and they greeted very tenderly, carrying their schoolbags in their hands.

Ron was terrified, and began to regret stuffing it into the sleeping bag so early: "What are you going to do?"

"Halloween present." Fred said softly, squatting beside Ron.

George squatted over to Ron's other side and pulled out a quill and ink.

"Fred, no!" Ron struggled, his voice even more frightened, and his screams attracted the attention of the little wizard and the professors.

But the professor didn't intend to stop it.

In this atmosphere, if there are live treasures making trouble, it is a good thing to enliven the atmosphere and dispel the tension and fear, even if it dispels a little.

Ron was powerless to resist.

His whole body is wrapped in a sleeping bag, except for one head, which he does not have the ability to retract his head like a tortoise, or have a delicate bite technique.

After waiting for the back, he stopped struggling and lay down on the ground ashamed.

Fred and George are dexterous with their hands.

Draw a full picture of Ron's face, a little boy getting spanked by a cat.

I don't want to sleep tonight, no matter Ron or other little wizards.

They were chattering, discussing Sirius Black's infiltration method--the Fat Lady had said that it was Black who broke into the castle.

It is not for nothing that Hogwarts is the safest place.

Even if things like the year before last and last year happened.

But that was just an accident.

The terrain of the castle is dangerous, with a black lake on one side and a forbidden forest on the other, and the only passage that can connect with the outside world is guarded by dementors.

Not to mention, the castle itself contains very powerful magic, no one can disapparate here and use this unannounced method to sneak in.

How on earth did Blake get in?He's not a magic item.

It wasn't until early in the morning that the discussions gradually died down.

The professors were not able to find Sirius.

The next day, Percy announced to the little lions that they could go back to the lounge tonight, and Professor Dumbledore found a new caretaker for Gryffindor.

And the Fat Lady needs time to heal her wounds.

Harry went out after breakfast.

The secret path under the Whomping Willow is a bit dangerous. If anyone approaches, it will swing its whip ostentatiously and attack indiscriminately.

But the way to enter is also very simple.

There is a scar next to the root of the tree, just a light touch on it can make the Whipping Willow branch off.

With a wave of Harry's wand, a stone next to it turned into a cat, which deftly shuttled under the cane whip, bumped its head hard on the scar, and turned back into a stone again.

Harry walked to the Whomping Willow, and there were still some marks left after passing overnight, dog paw prints, very fresh, from last night.

Sure enough, it was the castle entered from this secret road.

The footprints were a little flustered, I don't know if they were afraid of the Whomping Willow or Dumbledore.

Get into the secret passage.

The footprints inside were even clearer. Harry waved his wand, kicked up the dust, and covered his footprints with the dust as he walked all the way.

until--

At the end, there was a dirty room, the furniture inside was in an extremely dilapidated state, and the windows and doors were tightly sealed with wooden boards.

Harry crouched down and looked down at the chair closest to him.

"Claw marks, the claw marks of a werewolf?"

"The traces are very old, more than ten years old."

"When Uncle Lupine was at Hogwarts, did he come here every time he wanted to transform?"

He stood up and looked at the wall to the side. There were more claw marks on it, and even a wall was completely penetrated.

The uncontrollable werewolf...

Harry sighed a little.

He lowered his head and continued to look for dog paw prints. From the hall, to the bedroom, to the bathroom, the dog paw prints stopped abruptly. In the corner of the bathroom, there was a damaged hole that only reached ankle height.

The sawdust left in the corner was new, not even discolored, just a few days after it was planed out.

Harry obviously couldn't get through.

He turned around, covered his footprints, went back to the bedroom, and observed it carefully. The bed had been swept, and there was a wand on the cabinet, which should belong to the adult wizard who bullied the Weasley brothers.

Just an empty bed, no mattress, no bedding.

In this cold and windy time, just sleep here?

Harry watched silently.

I have mixed feelings in my heart.

The belief in revenge supported him to do so, and he still persisted in such a difficult environment.

"That's...stupid." Harry sighed.

Got a wand.

Don't want to improve your life?At least I can turn myself into a quilt, or even a kennel, and sleep on a plank bed without fear of freezing myself to death.

He just felt yesterday that his godfather might still have some brains and knew that he couldn't stay in Hogwarts.

Now it seems……

I think highly of him.

This road was impassable, he quickly covered up all traces of himself, and returned to Hogwarts, the professor forbade the students to go to Hogsmeade again after what happened yesterday, their happy and wonderful weekend, only lasted for a day.

Harry put on the Invisibility Cloak and walked to Hogsmeade from the secret passage on the third floor.

Outside the screaming shed, the dog's paws were scattered, and when they stepped on the road, they were covered by other people's footprints. The remaining smell stopped before the three brooms, and was covered by the strong aroma of wine.

There was no way to follow the trail.

Harry could only squat down and wait outside the Shrieking Shack, but Sirius never showed up.

Until late at night, Harry had to go back.

There is dueling class training tonight.

Back to the lounge.

"Did you find him?" Hermione asked with concern, and poured him a cup of hot chocolate - she didn't like creatures like house elves, but had to admit, they were really useful.

At least in terms of eating and drinking, they are still reliable.

Harry shook his head: "I don't know what he's doing, I haven't squatted down to him, I'll try again next weekend."

"Should we wait until December?" Hermione suggested.

Harry froze.

"When it snows heavily, it won't be safe in the Forbidden Forest. You still have a Gryffindor trial to do this year." Hermione waved her wand, and the weather chart made in astronomy class flew over.

By early December, heavy snow will fall.

Harry nodded and looked around: "Where's Crookshanks?"

"I didn't play with the cat scratch post yesterday, and I didn't play with it today. I'm angry in the dormitory." Hermione got up and replied casually, "Need to use it? I'll bring it here."

The Sorting Hat trembled, and it pleaded, "Harry, no..."

Harry had already taken it off: "I know you can't wait."

As soon as we meet.

Crookshanks threw himself on the Sorting Hat enthusiastically, and couldn't wait to show his claws.

"Wait a minute, I have something to tell you." Harry lightly poked a dimple on its head.

(End of this chapter)