Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 145 Let's add more poison

Dumbledore and McGonagall arrived soon.

Mag's face was serious. Her arrival made the lion cubs calm down. Some people panicked and even forgot the magic, and subconsciously hid the wine glass behind their backs.

"Minerva and I are here to celebrate Harry." Dumbledore waved his hand, and a glass of wine flew into his hand, "Today is a good day."

McGonagall nodded, and with a wave of her wand, she also took a glass of wine.

The little wizards took courage and took out the wine glasses.

Godric yelled, "Hey, Harry, move me over here." He had long wanted to see the current headmaster.

Harry got what he wanted.

The portrait floated over, and he looked critically at the two of them, and finally set his sights on McGonagall: "Are you the headmaster of Hogwarts now?"

"I hope I am, Mr. Gryffindor." McGonagall greeted him very politely, "I am the current Hogwarts vice-principal, the head of Gryffindor, and I am the professor of transfiguration. Minerva, Meg."

"Then he is the headmaster of Hogwarts?" Godric looked at Dumbledore with a slightly shocked tone.

Dumbledore tugged at his beard: "I am the headmaster of Hogward, Albus Dumbledore, Mr. Gryffindor, you can just call me Albus, am I that not a headmaster?"

"I just wish the lady was more," Godric said bluntly. "She seems more responsible."

"I'm so sad." Dumbledore took a sip of his drink, although he didn't look sad at all.

Professor McGonagall had a slight smile on his face.

"Maybe we should discuss, after Harry entered school, there was a dark wizard breaking in in the first grade, a basilisk in the second grade, and even being surrounded by dementors in the third grade?" Godric said softly.

Dumbledore paused with the hand holding the wine glass.

"My dear, the current Headmaster of Hogwarts?" Godric smiled.

With a little finger, Dumbledore seized control of the portrait, and walked towards the corner with his arms: "Mr. Gryffindor, there is a reason for all of this."

Mag followed closely.

It is not easy to have someone who can criticize Dumbledore with confidence, even if this person is a portrait.

In the Gryffindor lounge, demons danced wildly.

It didn't take long for George and Fred to dance the four cygnets, Dumbledore joined in, and Godric's portrait floated aside, pointing at them, teaching them medieval dance steps, and the Sorting Hat accompanying them.

Ron and Hermione sat next to Harry, leaning against the fireplace.

As the protagonist of the celebration, Harry just sat here quietly, no one came to disturb him, only those who had drunk too much offered a toast to Harry from a distance, and then went to dance happily again.

Ron curiously asked what had happened to Harry.

Surrounded by acromantia, he got goosebumps when he heard it.

Cross the swamp.

A group of mindless mountain monsters suddenly attacked.

Even though Harry wasn't a storyteller, Ron, and Neville, who surrounded him, were excited and excited by these ordinary words.

Until Harry finished speaking the ending, he pulled out the Gryffindor sword, finally passed the test and became the heir.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, it's over."

"If these are written into novels, they will definitely sell well!" Seamus's eyes were shining brightly, and his eyes stayed on the Gryffindor sword on Harry's lap.

Harry shook his head, "I don't want to be Lockhart."

Seamus' face froze.

"Harry, are you going to find Avalon?" Ron asked in thought.

Harry nodded: "Of course, but not now."

Hermione clenched her fists quietly.

Celebrating until the curfew, Professor McGonagall flicked his wand and put away all the drinks when he left: "Now, it's time to go to bed, and I have class tomorrow."

As she said that, she looked at Harry: "Mr. Potter, you can resume class after a day off."

Dumbledore takes Gryffindor's portrait away.

While Godric himself wanted to stay, he would have preferred the ability to travel to other portraits.

Harry had a good night's sleep for the first time in a long time.

The next day, get up early in the morning and exercise as usual.

Wait for him to return to the bedroom.

"Harry, don't you take a break today?" Hermione held the book, raised her head, and looked at the entrance, a little surprised.

Harry shook his head: "Yesterday's rest is enough."

He took out a Gryffindor notebook from the Sorting Hat and sat down beside Hermione.

Gryffindor is worthy of the name of the "Big Four". He has a unique understanding of many aspects of magic, potions, and dueling skills. Thinking, all become reality".

What interested Harry the most was Gryffindor's notes on potions.

Not just his own research, but some of Ms Hufflepuff's thoughts as well.

As the most "materialistic" skill in the field of magic, its essence is also "ideal". Emotions and thoughts have a greater influence on potions than Harry thought.

An example is recorded in the notes.

A witch who was proposed to marry made a pot of joy potion at the happiest and happiest time. As a result, the potion, after being taken by someone, caused that person to laugh for a whole month. If the witch hadn't kept casting spells , relieve the fatigue of his mouth and body, that person may even die laughing.

Before researching and deciding on a new potion, one must first determine what one's emotions and thoughts are about that bottle of potion.

This gave Harry some ideas.

He figured out why the previous "cat's-eye" potion would eventually become a large "snake-eye potion". He was always in the frame of the snake-eye potion and couldn't escape the "idealistic" essence contained in this potion. , unless its structure is completely destroyed, no matter what materials are added, it will only become a "snake eye potion".

Harry waved his wand.

The parchment flew.

He raised his pen and wrote the word "White Seagull" on the parchment. As the base wine of the potion, it would endow the potion with extraordinarily manic characteristics.

After thinking for a while, he wrote down the word "thunderbird blood", which would endow the potion with the ability to be compatible with thunderstorms.

"Blood of Giants", which will empower the potion, increasing the strength of the user.

From time to time, Harry would cross out a few words, replace the ingredients, and slowly adjust the potion formula.

After Ron got up, go on to class with them.

Continuing tutoring or Quidditch training in the evening, the professors were very satisfied with Harry, and they just returned from that trial, which even their professors sounded troubled, they continued with the class non-stop, which made the professors always Bonus points for Harry.

The little lions also showed off Harry all over the school.

Heirs, do you have any?

Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw both shed tears of envy.

Oh, by the way, you Slytherins once had an heir, but they were wiped out by our Gryffindor heirs!
This made the Slytherins gnash their teeth.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape were the most troublesome. They walked on the road of "persuading fights" every day after class, until Sunday, but in just three days, more than ten conflicts broke out between the little lions and the little snakes .

There were nearly ten little wizards who had to spend a happy weekend in the school infirmary.

The rubies of Gryffindor and Slytherin also fell again and again.

Be the end of the Academy.

The Gryffindors didn't care one bit, they had Harry and ten points more than Slytherin, and that was enough.

Sunday afternoon.

In the corner of the living room, Hermione and Ron were busy studying, while George and Fred huddled together. They just got a batch of "saltpeter" and "sulphur" from Sirius, and now they are preparing to copy ordinary explosives first, and then Go research the magic bomb.

Harry sat alone.

The magic barrier protects his side tightly.

There was a stool at the back, and the Sorting Hat sat on it. Whenever someone came over, it would immediately stop it and not allow it to approach Harry. It was too dangerous.

White seagulls are steaming in the cauldron, tumbling slightly with bubbles.

Harry picked up a bottle of bright red blood, poured out a drop carefully, and dropped it into the cauldron. With a click, there was a small thunderclap. This was the blood of the Thunderbird, and it was also a contraband. With the strength of Sirius, he only got it. an ounce.

As the wand stirred, it slowly turned a clear purple.

Carefully, Harry poured the giant's blood.

With a bang, the liquid medicine burned, and a puff of black air rolled out.

Harry immediately held his breath, and with a wave of his wand, the pot of liquid medicine disappeared instantly.

It seems that thunderbird blood and giant blood are not compatible.

Harry put out the fire, took the parchment, and continued to think, adjusting the potion formula.

How to bring out the magic power of Thunderbird's blood?

Harry rummaged through the group of contraband around him, and his eyes finally fell on the smoke of the "Boggart", which was left after the death of the Boggart. As a magical creature that could mimic, it mimicked itself Become Thunderbird?

This seems like a good idea.

At this point, you can refer to the compound decoction, but you can't refer too much, and you can't let the mood of that potion affect the mood of this potion.

This pot of potion was boiled out quickly.

A cloudy purple doesn't look very successful.

Harry took a sip, the potion was manic - but it was only equivalent to the potions of ordinary wizards. To Harry, it was nothing more than changing butter beer to dark beer, which made him feel dull drinks.

It seems that the "manic" effect given by the white seagull to the potion is not enough.

Egg of ash snake, venom of acromantula
Harry tried to add these things again.

Some materials are not suitable.

The venom of the giant acromantia is not as good as that of the Loba insect, which is more poisonous and more compatible with the blood of the thunderbird, and has the effect of strengthening the blood of the thunderbird.

until late at night.

A pot of dark purple potion took shape, and it settled in the cauldron.

Harry took a sip.

The manic magic power penetrated his body almost instantly, merging with his whole body.

(End of this chapter)