Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 121 He's a Pervert (Part [-]~)

"We're in the stands anyway." Ron trembled, "You're the closest to those guys."

Harry looked at the team members who were holding brooms and leaning against the wall one by one, losing half their souls: "Then we should care about them even more."

Wood looked up blankly, vaguely feeling that Harry was talking about himself, but his head and ears were buzzing, and he couldn't hear clearly.

"Come on, I have something to say." Harry grabbed Hermione's hand and led her to the corner of the passage.

Hermione blushed.

Ron followed subconsciously, took two steps, and stopped when he thought of something.

At this time, is there something wrong with yourself in the past?
He hesitated, then turned and walked over to George, and with a wave of his wand, watered them to keep them warm.

"What do you want to say?" Hermione lowered her voice and twitched.

Harry took out the Marauder's Map and tapped his wand: "I suspect Sirius might come to Hogwarts at this time."

Hermione froze.

The map unfolds.

The name of Sirius galloped quickly, a few points faster than Dumbledore, and slipped through the gate in the chaos.

"He's really courageous." Hermione also noticed this scene, her face flushed from holding back, and after a while, these words popped out of her mouth.

"You can just say it, people without brains dare to do this." Harry glanced at Crookshanks and Hedwig who were patrolling the Gryffindor Tower, he put away the map, rolled it back into the sorting hat, "It looks like he didn't go to the castle."

Hermione was taken aback: "He's not looking for Peter anymore?"

"At least not today." Harry said in a complicated tone, "He might..."

"Just as a godfather, I simply want to see how my godson performs on the Quidditch pitch."

"You know, my dad used to be a good varsity player."

Hermione nodded, suddenly understanding Black very well.

"Take such a big risk." Harry shook his head and sighed.

Hermione corrected him with a serious tone: "No, I think it's worth it for him."

Harry froze.

"He persisted in Azkaban for 13 years." Hermione continued, "It's all for your father and for you. Only seeing you can strengthen his belief in continuing to persevere."

Harry nodded: "I know, he is my dear godfather."

Hermione smiled.

Harry rephrased: "But that doesn't contradict the fact that he's brainless and impulsive."

Hermione's smile froze.

Harry raised his hand and put it on Hermione's forehead: "You must not be infected by him."

"Thank you." Hermione smiled weakly.

Professor McGonagall hurried in, saw the people in the dressing room, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley, so you are here."

"I clearly remembered that you were here too, but I didn't see you just now, so I thought..."

Ron immediately apologized: "Sorry, Professor McGonagall, we are because of Harry."

Professor McGonagall nodded: "I understand, I care about my friends."

With that said, she turned her head and looked at the other team members: "Mr. Wood, how do you feel?"

"It's okay." Wood shivered, "Professor, why did the game end because of those dementors? Is there a rematch..."

Professor McGonagall shook his head, somewhat helplessly: "Mr. Wood, Potter caught the Snitch, two hundred to forty, we won."

"Oh, yes, Harry." Wood turned his head in a daze, looking at the wizard who was not affected by the dementor, "The patron saint of the lion belongs to Harry."

"Go back and have a good rest." Professor McGonagall shook his head with a stern face. "Today's matter is too dangerous for you. Go back and have a good rest and celebrate."

Escorted by Professor McGonagall, they returned to Gryffindor Tower.

in the lounge.

The little wizards were still chattering about what happened on the court just now.

It wasn't until George and Fred drank several cups of hot chocolate, recovered their spirits, and started to quarrel, that the topic in the lounge gradually moved away from that disgusting creature and turned back to the victory over Slytherin.

Wood was forced to sacrifice several bottles of whiskey.

The little wizards had a good night drinking.

Percy was very dissatisfied with this. It was time to celebrate, but it shouldn't be so presumptuous. Sirius Black was still outside, and if he broke in at this time, he could take the whole lion's den.

He only drank two cups, and sat at the door of the lounge, not daring to relax, and was on guard.

Harry didn't drink much, only half a bottle.

After they got drunk in the lounge, Percy moved them back to their dormitories. Harry and the others took advantage of this time to leave the lounge and continue to the abandoned classrooms on the fourth floor.

Tonight, there is still duel training.

I haven't waited for Professor Porter to start the class.

Miss Granger raised her hand first and asked, "Can we learn the Patronus Charm?"

"Of course." Harry nodded, walked to the window and looked into the distance, "Now the dementors are outside the school, and they are very dishonest."

The wind and rain were too strong, even he couldn't see too far.

But he didn't need to see clearly, he knew Dumbledore's temperament very well, the old man who locked himself in a prison had no courage to throw off the shackles.

He couldn't get rid of the dementors.

Ron recalled the feeling on the court today, his heart tightened, and his face turned pale again.

"The Patronus Charm is very simple." Harry patiently repeated what Snape and Dumbledore taught him, chewing more carefully, and adding his own understanding.

"Actually, it is similar in essence to the funny spell."

"Mood is the most important thing. Now, close your eyes and recall your happiest memory."

The two of them closed their eyes and tried to remember.

Ron quickly smirked, and Hermione's cheeks flushed slightly.

"Think again, what I cherish the most is what I want to protect." Harry whispered, slowly guiding.

Ron frowned.

A look of panic appeared on Hermione's face.

"Come on, recite the spell, and call on the gods to protect you." Harry said softly again.

The two of them chanted the spell at the same time.

Ron's heart was a little confused, and a thin silver-white mist came out of his wand.

Hermione was slightly better, but the silver-white mist was only a little thicker.

The two of them opened their eyes and looked at the fog.

"Very good." Harry applauded for them, "But there are some problems, Ron, you seem to be afraid?"

Ron was startled, and nodded heavily: "I... I close my eyes, whenever I think of happy things, whenever I think of things I want to protect, I always think of him."

Voldemort possessing Ginny.

That powerful, irresistible transformation technique is as powerful as a python.

Words like knives, until now, are still scratching his heart from time to time.

"Why are you afraid of him?" Harry comforted him, "Tom Riddle, a self-proclaimed descendant of Slytherin..."

Ron was dumbfounded, and exhaled in surprise: "Is he a mixed race?"

Hermione was also surprised: "Isn't he... very pure blood?"

"He's a half-breed, and Riddle is not a wizard's last name." Harry nodded, "Although I haven't asked, but his mother may have a very twisted love, the last time this topic was brought up, he couldn't control his emotions. "

Ron opened his mouth, as if something was disintegrating in his heart.

"He is still a man who relies on his beauty." Harry continued, "Professor Dumbledore and I have both confirmed that he used his appearance to seduce an old woman who is at least five or sixty years older than him."

"I also hooked up with a lady who is at least eight or nine hundred years older than him."

Ron tilted his head back, eyes full of disbelief: "This, how is this possible..."

Hermione rubbed her cheeks and stammered: "I've never heard of any witch who can live to be eight or nine hundred years old. The oldest witch seems to be Madame Flamel."

Ron's eyes were even more broken, and he looked at Hermione in horror.

The mysterious man not only hooked up with... grandma who was so much older than him, but also hooked up with married women?
"No no no, it's not Madame Flamel." Harry shook his head, "It's a ghost lady."

Ron swallowed hard.

It doesn't seem like it's any better than hooking up with a married woman.

This person has such a strong taste, ghosts dare to attack him?

"When he was a student, his greatest hobby was probably drilling into the ladies' bathroom." Harry went on, his tone brisk.

Ron bit his lip and stared.

"He only bullies those who are weaker than himself." Harry looked into Ron's eyes, "Look at that dark magic item of his, who are they picking?"

"I don't even dare to approach a second-year little wizard. I will only bully a little girl who just entered school."

"Then find Lockhart who may not even be as good as you now."

"The magic he puts on his name will only make those whose magic power level is weaker than his fear him, and those who are stronger than him will have no effect at all."

Speaking of this, Harry paused, and his tone became firm: "Ron, are you afraid of a pervert who clings to an old lady and goes into a girl's bathroom?"

In Ron's mind, the terrifying image gradually distorted. He had a strange tone and shook his head: "No, I don't think I should."

Harry struck while the iron was hot, and waved his hand: "Then do it again."

Ron closed his eyes, took a deep breath, recalled the things that made him happy, recalled the things he had to protect, and remembered the responsibilities he should bear even if he was the youngest boy in the Weasley family.

He chanted the spell.

"Call God for protection."

A dense silver-white mist spewed out, lingering around him.

"Isn't that nice?" Harry nodded. "You see, you're not afraid of him at all."

"It's just a pervert, I'm not." Ron gritted his teeth, his expression firm, "a Vol... Voldemort who can only drill into girls' bathrooms."

He restrained his physical reaction and tried hard to spit out the name.

ear.

He seemed to hear a "click", something breaking the shackles.

Harry looked at Hermione: "As for you, Hermione."

"I probably don't have enough faith." Without Harry's pointing, Hermione had already concluded from the side, "I'm not ready enough yet, let me try again."

She took a deep breath, strengthened the thought in her heart, and recited the spell.

A thicker mist surged than before.

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