Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 134 What I Want Is Not This Kind of Hug (Second Update~)

Small expectations can always be realized quickly.

George and Fred were about to leave when Harry waved his wand and a notebook flew out of the hat and landed in their hands.

"This is Professor Dumbledore's?" George became excited.

Harry nodded: "The first one, the introductory one, I've read it, but I don't have much time to distract myself from it."

"Thank you so much!" George held it carefully.

The greatest alchemist must be Nicole Flamel, who passed away not long ago. After him, No.2, there are different opinions, and Dumbledore can definitely occupy one of the seats.

It's awesome!
This is the treasure in the alchemy world.

They sat down beside Ron and read word by word.

Parchment, quills, even far more serious than they were in Professor McGonagall's class.

The little lions were surprised.

In the accident, there was even a hint of panic.

What kind of assimilation power does Potter have? Even people like George and Fred can sit quietly and study hard. They have even sat for half an hour!

This is even more incredible than Neville's ability to draw the Gryffindor sword.

Many people have already begun to think that if they want to arrange a few bookshelves in the lounge, is it still too late to transfer to Ravenclaw?

Harry continued his research on potions.

The deployment of "White Seagull" was not unexpected, and it failed again, with an unpleasant stench.

He kept trying.

until late at night.

Harry had just boiled a pot of wine that smelled okay.

With a wave of his wand, he poured out a small cup for himself.

Slightly scarlet wine, with a biting cold wind-like aroma of wine blowing towards his face, with a faint fluctuation of magic power, he drank it in one gulp without hesitation.

Rolling the throat like dirt, the sharp edges scratched the throat, and sank heavily into the stomach with a plop.

Burned like a fire.

It rises from the esophagus, burns to the blood vessels, and burns to the limbs.

Harry's face turned red, and he held back his breath.

"Harry?" Hermione immediately noticed Harry's slightly trembling body, she got up and walked over, walked past the barrier of the spell, the breath in the cauldron rushed, just smelling it made her dizzy.

As soon as his feet were weak, he jumped into the cauldron.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Harry grabbed her back by the collar, tugged at it, pinched her arm, and led her out.

Hermione was at a loss, walked out of the barrier of the spell, and could not smell the smell of wine, and her sanity gradually recovered.

She tried to raise her head, but all she could see was Harry's chin.

Now there is a question in my mind.

Why did you choose this way?

Princess Percy... Pooh, does Percy have a problem with Ginny's kind of princess?
"Hermione, what's the matter with you?" Ron raised his head and looked at them, hesitantly.

Hermione blushed.

Why is Harry's face so red?

Hermione seemed to have just passed by. In less than a minute, what could they do to make themselves so red-faced...

Harry put Hermione on the chair: "I was brewing a potion, and she came over suddenly, that's it."

Hermione struggled, and said angrily, "Are you brewing potion? The smell of alcohol is so strong, I have suspected it for a long time. Harry, you will not become an alcoholic."

"Alcohol is a man's romance." Fred looked up, somewhat dissatisfied with Hermione's words, "A mature man should learn to drink."

Envious in Ron's eyes, Harry and Percy were very strict with him, even if it only had a little alcohol content, he would not be allowed to drink too much butter beer that could only make the house elves drunk.

Hermione hadn't had time to speak yet.

Harry patted her on the head lightly: "Don't move."

Hermione was taken aback.

"My dear brothers, I can't control the amount of alcohol. When I get drunk, I take off my robes and dance four little swans. It's up to the level of performing on stage." Harry stretched out his hand and stretched out his hand towards Hermione's face, "This is terrible It's really mature enough."

Hermione didn't dare to move, her face turned even redder.

Fred was still arguing: "You got us started."

"I remember I told you to be moderate, and I'm hardly ever drunk." Harry lifted Hermione's eyelids and examined the eyeballs inside.

Hermione was a little unresponsive, and raised her eyes subconsciously, trying to see what Harry was trying to do.

Another pat on the head.

"Relax your eyes and don't roll them," Harry said softly.

Hermione lowered her gaze to the amulet hanging over her chest.

After checking one and then the other, Harry withdrew his hands and body: "Fortunately, it doesn't matter, drink this bottle of palliative."

Hermione was very obedient: "Is that really a potion? A poison? You're in the lounge..."

At that moment just now, she thought she was done.

The brain shuts down and the body doesn't listen.

"It's not poison." Harry shook his head, "It's just a base wine."

Hermione rolled her eyes.

He had that "look what you're talking about" look on his face.

Obviously just now they said it was potion, but now they say it is wine...

Ah.

Is this the man?

"Some high-level potions require base wine." Harry explained, "Although it is wine, it is part of the potion."

Hermione nodded thoughtfully, and drank the potion in one gulp.

"Harry, shall we try?" Fred swallowed.

George also has some yearning.

Harry just laughed "huh" and ignored them.

"Harry," Fred begged again.

Harry shook his head: "A person who can get drunk from a bottle of whiskey should not make such a request."

The two were taken aback and gritted their teeth.

What's wrong with drinking too much!
If you like to drink, you must drink less, okay?

Harry glanced at them: "Don't even think about trying it secretly. Let me know in advance that it's wine to me, but it's no different from poison to you."

"Half a cup can kill you."

Fred and George turned pale.

"So dangerous?" George tilted his head back.

Harry nodded.

Everything about the witcher is poison to the common man.

The two brothers have always been very measured.

Harry sat back and continued brewing the potion.

It wasn't until one o'clock in the morning that thirteen bottles of White Seagull were prepared and carefully stored in the Sorting Hat before returning to the dormitory to sleep. At this time, the lounge was already empty, leaving only Hermione in a half-confused state.

They went back to their dormitory respectively.

Developing a new kind of magic is painful, especially when there are huge theoretical differences between witcher potions and wizards' potions.

The first thing Harry concocted was the "cat's eye potion", which is a potion that can enhance the vision of a witcher. The witcher has a potion of normal sight.

It is similar to "Snake Eye Potion".

But the "snake eye potion" only allows wizards to see living things.

There are references, and logically speaking, it shouldn't be difficult.

Harry thought so. He optimized the formula of the Snake Eye Potion and prepared the Cat Eye Potion, but the result was a bit bad. The boiled thing was worse than the Snake Eye Potion, and the effect was slightly better. Except that the red light emitted is more intense, it is no different from the snake eye potion.

even……

After the potion was successfully boiled, the white seagulls that should have some special effects were assimilated, and the strong effect disappeared and became milder.

Jianyou did not encounter such a problem.

Idea, or method?
During this time, he went to the library more frequently, and often applied for approval slips from Lupin, and looked through every banned book on potions.

Until the arrival of February.

After the beginning of spring, the snow began to melt slowly.

From time to time, some birds appeared on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Harry put them down for now, there were more important things that he needed to face.

Professor McGonagall's confinement class.

Harry waved his wand, and his arms twisted and changed smoothly into swan wings.

McGonagall applauded him: "Great body transformation."

"It would be great if Wood could have your level." She sighed, "His current level is still far from the 'O' of nwets."

"Gryffindors who are not so good at Transfiguration are really rare." Harry nodded, followed by a sigh of emotion.

McGonagall: "No, 'E' is already very good, and the Aurors only ask for this level."

"No wonder." Harry suddenly realized, "I thought Aurors would be very demanding."

McGonagall glanced at him angrily, waved his wand, and lifted the transformation spell on him: "This is the end of today's lesson, and next week we can start experimenting with the transformation of the torso."

"Professor, maybe I can try an Animagus now?" Harry asked tentatively.

Mag was taken aback and smiled: "Your current level is indeed good enough to get in touch with Animagus, but are you ready?"

"I should be ready." Harry nodded. In addition to his father's notes, he also read a lot of books about Animagus in the library.

A ceremony that lasts at least a month and may take a year at most.

"No, it's not preparations for magic." Mag said with a straight face and a serious tone, "Animagus is not difficult, and many wizards have such abilities."

As she spoke, she paused.

"Although there are only eight Animagus in this century, there are not many people who are capable of mastering Animagus."

"Professor Snape, Pomona, Felius, Albus, they all have this ability."

"I know at least ten people who could try this spell, but none of them, do you know why?"

Harry frowned and thought, and replied hesitantly: "Is it because I am afraid that the animal I will become is not something I like?"

"If my Animagus is a mouse, I don't think I'll be able to accept it."

McGonagall looked at Harry in surprise, and shook his head: "How could it be this, it's the Ministry of Magic."

"Every Animagus has to register with the Ministry of Magic. Many wizards don't like this. They prefer the feeling of freedom."

(End of this chapter)