Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 144 Harry, you are not allowed to drink
The edge of the Forbidden Forest is bustling with activity.

George and Fred were chased out by the creatures in the Forbidden Forest, followed by Hagrid, waving a big broom and cursing.

There are also dating couples looking for a secluded corner.

Occasionally, I could see a few snuffers sneaking out, thinking of a way to sneak into the castle, but before they slipped far, they were picked up by Fang Fang and thrown back into the Forbidden Forest, or were picked up by Lori. Mrs. Si pursued and escaped from the castle.

Even if there is a lucky sniffer who got into the castle by chance, it will pop up and appear blankly on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and its pockets that were stuffed just now become empty.

It scratched its head, and wanted to go to the castle if it didn't give up, but soon, it was forced to flee back to the Forbidden Forest with the Nixiu who were chased by Luo Lisi and Fang Ya.

Tranquility and peace.

Only the figure in armor never appeared.

"Power potion?" A shadow suddenly covered her, and a familiar voice came into her ears, "I remember you finished reading it a long time ago?"

The little figure sitting on the grass by the lake raised his head and looked at the figure he had been thinking about for several days.

His expression was haggard and dusty.

The robe was gone, only the armor remained.

The whole body is clean, after all wizards have magic - after getting the wand like Sirius, there are always a few people who haven't thrown a shot at themselves to clean it up, but it is precisely because of the cleanliness that the traces on the armor See more clearly.

Claw marks, peck marks, sword wounds.
There was even a broken finger in the right glove.

This is an armor made of basilisk scales.

"Huh?" Harry questioned.

Hermione came back to her senses and shook her head: "Recently, I'm too tired from studying, so I want to read some books and relax."

"You're not hurt, are you?" Hermione stood up holding the book and walked around Harry.

"I thought you would immediately ask me if the trial was successful." Harry smiled slightly.

Hermione got angry and thumped him on the shoulder: "You should smile more."

Harry didn't respond in any way.

It didn't look like she was still struggling after being injured, which made her breathe another sigh of relief.

"It's harder than telling Professor Dumbledore not to eat candy." Harry looked towards the eighth floor, he could feel a gaze falling on him from afar, and he raised his hand to say hello.

Hermione looked back in doubt: "With Professor Dumbledore?"

Harry nodded: "Well, he probably noticed the magic power brought by the Portkey just now."

"Would you like to go to Madam Pomfrey's to rest?" Hermione followed him into the castle.

Harry shook his head: "No, I didn't suffer any injuries, but I didn't sleep well. It will be fine to go back and rest tonight."

Hermione was worried and wanted to speak.

Harry took a step ahead of her and blocked her words: "Don't worry, I know my body well. If I can't handle the injury myself, I will go to her."

Hermione nodded.

"Although I know that at this time, it is not very good to disturb your love." The Sorting Hat suddenly said, emphasizing the six words "love", "But at this time, is Godric Is it better to let it out?"

Hermione was shocked.

His face was a little red.

The brain runs on two threads.

On the one hand, it was the words of the Sorting Hat, and on the other hand, I was shocked by the word "Godric". If I remember correctly, this seems to be the name of Gryffindor?
With a wave of Harry's wand, a picture scroll flew out, floated behind Harry, and slowly unfolded.

"Harry, you should tell me in advance next time, don't do it so suddenly, I'm not ready yet." Godric complained immediately, "And you have no experience in scrolling, my head and butt next to each other."

Harry glanced at him. "You're the portrait."

"What's wrong with the portrait!" Godric pinched his waist, confidently, "The portrait also has dignity! And I'm still a great Gryffindor."

With a blank expression on his face, Harry waved his wand, and the scroll was about to roll up again.

"Wait!" Godric stopped him, confidently, "I was wrong!"

Hermione was dumbfounded: "Oh, this is Gryffindor"

"Is there some broken image?" Harry stepped forward.

Hermione hesitated, looked at Gryffindor carefully, and nodded.

Gryffindor didn't care about Harry's evaluation, he looked around greedily, this was his school, the great castle of wonders - Hogwarts, he hadn't seen it in 1000 years.

"I'll tell you one more piece of news." Harry couldn't hold back, and smiled slightly, "Ms. Hufflepuff steals children."

Hermione paused and almost fell down the empty steps. Harry grabbed her by the collar and pulled her back. Her eyes were stunned: "Ms. Hufflepuff, how is that possible?"

"She was there to protect the little wizard." Harry explained, "You know, that era was not friendly to wizards. Little wizards who came from ordinary people couldn't learn magic, and they were even affected by the environment and suppressed. own talents."

"It will become silent." Hermione's face darkened.

Harry nodded, and helped Hermione stand upright: "They may not necessarily betray their children, Ms. Hufflepuff can only do it for the little wizards"

Godric sneered and interrupted Harry: "It's not that I won't sell it, it's just that the price is not enough."

"Helga is too honest. She must give out real food and money. Those Muggle things can be conjured with transfiguration."

"If you really want to treat children as children, how can you not pay attention to their safety."

He sighed: "Helga just has a face that is so easy to talk about. Originally, it was ten silver pennies. Seeing that she agreed so simply, it would be twenty or one hundred. Even their village can't afford that much silver pennies." Come Penny."

"So Ms. Hufflepuff is where you first met her?" Harry asked.

Godric nodded: "Well, I made some revisions in my memory. The first time I met her, she was not so gentle, and we fought hard."

"You never hit her." Harry was keenly aware of something, and said bluntly.

Godric flinched.

"You really never hit her!" Harry was a little surprised.

Godric was a little embarrassed: "I didn't know much about swordsmanship, and I wasn't that proficient in magic. I was still very young!"

"She also has to protect her own greenhouse and the little wizards." Harry said blankly.

Godric was even more ashamed: "But then Helga was no longer my opponent."

"But then you are no match for Ms. Hufflepuff." Harry struggled with this sentence.

Godric gritted his teeth: "Hey, I'm your first dean."

"I respect you very much." Harry saluted him perfunctorily.

They made a noise and walked all the way to Gryffindor Tower.

Godric commented.

It turned out that there weren't so many portraits in the castle, each of them could move, and they could also shuttle into nearby picture frames. This ability made him very envious.

Many armors have been replaced with new ones.

The other changes are not big, those moving stairs, the way back to the Gryffindor tower, many things have changed over time, and many things remain the same, nothing has changed.

Go to the lounge door.

Hermione read the command.

They climb in.

When they saw Hermione, they were taken aback for a moment - this girl has been waiting outside until the curfew ends every day recently, and it's still daytime, why did she come back?

This strangeness made them have an idea in their hearts.

Immediately afterwards, the idea was confirmed.

The figure that hadn't come back for four days returned to the lounge again.

"Harry, how are you? Have you passed the test?" Fred's voice trembled.

"Of course." Harry didn't speak. Godric floated behind Harry and announced proudly, "Harry Potter is the heir of Gryffindor, and he performed very well in the trials."

Fred was taken aback, then looked at the portrait: "This is?"

Introduction to the Sorting Hat: "This is the portrait of Godric Gryffindor. He has been staying in the trial ground. Now that Harry passed the trial, he brought the portrait back to the castle."

Even the portrait of Gryffindor is brought back!
Fred raised his arms and yelled, "Harry, I knew you could do it!"

George waved his wand: "Here comes the champagne!"

"Whiskey is coming!"

"Vodka is coming!"

In addition to the essential drinks for parties, there are also various beverages. Percy and several senior students set up an atmosphere, making the whole lounge lively.

A fifth grader ran out to call back all the lion cubs who were outside.

To celebrate the birth of the "Heir of Gryffindor", every little lion cannot be absent.

And Professor McGonagall, and Headmaster Dumbledore, oh yes, and Professor Lupine, who's also from Gryffindor.

So did Professor Hagrid, although he had been expelled in his third year.

Godric looked at a table full of drinks in surprise, and his voice was full of surprise: "Isn't it too early for you to drink now?"

He saw Harry skillfully picked up a bottle of vodka, unscrewed the cork, and was about to pour it into his mouth, his voice became sharp: "Especially you, Harry, you are only in the third grade!"

"Mr. Gryffindor!" Fred leaned over, staring at the portrait and pondering. "The times are different. Little wizards are allowed to drink now. Of course, it can't be too much."

Godric was a little surprised.

"Five years old, as long as you are five years old." George spread his palms, "In Great Britain, as long as you meet this age, you can drink alcohol legally."

"You have to be accompanied by your parents." Harry said blankly.

Fred pouted: "In the castle, Percy is our father."

"Father is telling you now that you are not allowed to drink alcohol." Percy leaned over and said with a straight face, "At least until you are in the sixth grade."

"Please, this is the time to celebrate the Lion King for what he deserves." Fred became pleading.

Percy reluctantly agreed.

Godric was dumbfounded, shaking his head, full of disbelief: "I'm so confused, how can I let a child be exposed to alcohol so early."

(End of this chapter)