Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 154 That's the Goblin's! !

Along the way, they discussed what spells to cast on the motorcycle.

until Godric landed.

Harry was finally sure of one thing, his godfather only remembered things with his body.

Sirius grinned, changed his words all over the place, and even thought that, if possible, add a magic wand to the motorcycle to make it continuously recite curses, such as shattering bones and exploding with thunderbolt.

It doesn't help me much how to make a flying motorcycle of my own.

Porter House.

The weeds in the yard have been hoed out, and the dilapidated courtyard walls have also been repaired. The piece that was repaired was even carefully made old, as if the explosion 13 years ago had never happened.

The door is opened.

There was a light inside.

Harry's nose moved slightly, and the smell of not-so-good cream soup, fried fish and chips wafted from the room.

Sirius pushed the motorcycle to a stop in the courtyard and walked in with Harry.

Someone at home.

With a flick of his wand, Lupine added heat to the food on the table before it cooled.

"Aha, I thought you guys wouldn't be coming back tonight." Lupine nodded, his tone and expression very indifferent.

"There are some unexpected troubles." Sirius stretched out his right hand, gestured with his index finger and thumb, creating a small gap, "It took a little time."

Lupine let out a "hmm" and nodded slowly.

Sirius put his helmet down: "I forgot what to do with Hagrid. I had to send him to the Leaky Cauldron and then back home with Harry."

"It's certainly something you can do," said Lupine relieved. "Have some supper."

Harry went to the table and sat down, picked up a fried potato, crunched it into pieces, rubbed the powdery substance with his teeth, swallowed them hard with a movement of his throat: "Uncle Remus, you don't live a lot by yourself year?"

Lupine sat down and nodded: "What's the matter?"

"Why your craftsmanship." Harry frowned, unable to find a suitable adjective for a while.

Lupine's face froze.

Sirius picked up a French fries, swallowed it with difficulty, and nodded: "It's far from what Mrs. Dursley made."

"Aunt's cooking is very good." Harry picked up another French fries and ate them.

Lupine cursed.

He has lived alone for many years, but he has been wandering, without a fixed residence, and even without a fixed source of income. Things like eating are very casual. If you meet friends, you can have a meal or two. If you don’t meet, it’s a big deal Just hungry for one day.

Cook?

He really doesn't have much experience.

The two of them still hate it when they finally cook a meal by themselves.

Are you capable of doing it yourself?
Sirius held up a stiff french fry, using it as a sword, and invited Lupine to a duel.

Harry ate quietly.

It's just a bit unpalatable, maybe the mushrooms were used wrongly, and they are slightly poisonous, but that's not important, Uncle Remus still has to accept it carefully.

Fremont hung on the wall, looking at them with tender, nostalgic eyes.

The young Euphemia hugged Fremont's arm with a kind face.

After more than ten years, Porter's old house has finally become a home again.

They were rowdy and noisy, and Lupine and Sirius didn't go to bed until after eleven o'clock at night.

Wait for the next day.

Lupine struggled to get up from the bed, and as soon as he walked out of the bedroom door, he heard a commotion in the kitchen, which made him feel a little bit--he was just a little poor at his craft, but if Sirius was tossing around in the kitchen, he would finally be able to fix it I am afraid that my home will be rebuilt.

He quickened his pace.

Wait until the kitchen.

It was not Sirius standing inside, but Harry, skillfully waving his wand, the frying pan shook, sausages and fried eggs sizzled, trembling with the oil flowers, exuding a tempting aroma, the bread was on the other side In a frying pan, it was fried until golden on both sides.

Harry turned his head, which didn't disturb his rhythm: "Good morning, Uncle Remus."

"Good morning." Lupine greeted blankly.

"You walked in such a hurry just now, did you think the godfather was in the kitchen?" Harry waved his wand, and the fried egg flew out and landed on one of the slices of bread, and then the sausage was sliced ​​into thin slices, falling down in an orderly manner. Tomatoes, a slice of onion, and a little mayonnaise, and the simple sandwich is ready and flies to the plate.

"After all, he is the godfather." Lupine nodded, a little surprised, "I didn't expect your food magic to be so good."

"It's in the Gryffindor notes." Harry replied simply.

Lupine froze again.

wait
Where did you learn it?

Notes from Gryffindor?
Is there such a thing recorded there?

"Don't worry, it's impossible for the godfather to do anything to the kitchen." Harry continued to prepare milk and coffee, "He can't get up so early."

Lupine waved his wand, and the plate flew up, holding the food, and landed on the dining table outside the house: "I thought he would become more or less reliable."

"Everyone has their own way." Harry smiled slightly, "His way is also good, and I'm not a baby who needs to be taken care of in every possible way."

"Maybe he should call you godfather." Lupine couldn't help but spit out the words anyway.

Harry waved his wand.

With a whoosh—

Sirius was taken out of his bedroom. He seemed to have gotten used to sleeping like a dog for a month. He was carried by the collar, dazed, and before he could react, he was thrown on the sofa in the living room.

"Clean up."

Harry pointed the dog's head again.

Sirius shook his head, changed back to his human form and stood up, stretching lazily: "Could it be that Remus made breakfast again?"

Lupine was dumbfounded: "Is this how you spent your summer vacation?"

"He and Dudley would always play games late into the night." Harry walked to the table and sat down with no expression on his face. "It's no use yelling at him to get up, you have to use some tricks."

Lupine's eyes darkened.

Sirius was still pressing: "Did Remus cook the breakfast?"

"It's me." Harry waved his wand, dragging Sirius to sit down, "Hurry up and eat, there are still many things to do today."

Lupine sat down too.

After Sirius took a bite of the sandwich, he asked, "What else is there today?"

As he said that, he suddenly patted his thigh: "Yes, I have to pick up a motorcycle."

"Then don't worry." Harry shook his head. "I'm going to repair the armor first, and visit Professor Flitwick. Have you told him that you want to study during the vacation?"

Sirius was taken aback, and squeezed the sandwich tightly: "I just got home."

"But we've been on break for a month." Harry said blankly, "There's still a month until school starts, oh, maybe less than a month."

"There's the Quidditch World Cup before school starts, which means we only have three weeks."

"Dear godfather, if we don't hurry up in three weeks, we won't learn much."

Sirius stared at the sandwich that he had just eaten, obviously feeling hungry, but suddenly he couldn't eat it: "Maybe, we can rest for another day, after all, we just went home?"

Harry said nothing, just stared at him.

Sirius sighed: "Well, you're right."

After breakfast, Sirius went out with Harry, and Lupine stayed to clean up. Later, he had to go to work in Diagon Alley—the Weasley Brothers Joke Workshop, which officially opened a few days ago, but the appearance was not good. Big, only rented a small room.

As soon as July is over, the school season will usher in, which is the best time for the joke workshop to make a name for itself, and Lupine has to get everything set up before then.

They walked across the valley, to the cemetery, to the abandoned hut.

Just like the beginning.

Harry and the others walked into Legnac's blacksmith shop.

This time there were not just two goblins in the room, but a Hufflepuff and a Ravenclaw, who greeted Harry enthusiastically.

Hawk greeted him eagerly, and introduced to Harry: "Honorable Mr. Potter, I just heard that you passed the Gryffindor trial and became the true heir of Gryffindor."

"I really don't know what the Daily Prophet does. Such a big news has not been reported."

"These two little wizards told me."

As he said that, he paused: "There are more and more little wizards who come to us to make the same Gryffindor sword. These two, they are here to place an order."

Badger and Eagle lowered their heads in embarrassment.

"What are you going to do this time?" Hawke rubbed his hands, "Is it a custom-made more advanced armor? Although the basilisk skin is good, it is worse than the dragon skin. Did you get the dragon skin?"

Harry shook his head, waved his wand, and took out the prepared snakeskin armor: "I'm here to repair the armor."

"Damn it! What did you do!" Raignac gritted his teeth and looked at Harry's back with greedy eyes. "This is a good armor. How can it be damaged like this? Even fighting a dragon Shouldn't!"

"It's fighting creatures that are more dangerous than dragons." Harry interrupted him. "I still have the basilisk skin. How much material do I need to repair it?"

Legnac's eyes flashed: "I want three meters of snake skin, and some powdered basilisk teeth."

"Mr. Potter." Hawke raised his voice, "I have to remind you."

"This armor is seriously damaged. Many elves' spells on it have failed. My skills are limited, so I don't see how many materials are needed to repair it. In order to prevent the Ragnac lion from opening its mouth, I sincerely recommend you to try again. Build a pair."

"You still have a lot of basilisk skins in your hand, and it is more than enough to rebuild another one."

Legnac gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse: "Hawk!"

"Hawk wants to protect the rights and interests of wizards fairly and justly." Hawk puffed up his chest and was very proud. "And Mr. Potter is not just an ordinary wizard, he is the successor of the great Gryffindor."

"He should not be treated unfairly."

With a wave of his wand, Harry took the armor back: "Then let's make a new one."

Hawke nodded, snapped his fingers, and an old piece of paper flew out and landed in Harry's hands: "The list is the same as last year, but the prices may change. After a year, the prices of some materials may be cheaper. It may also be more expensive."

"Money is not a problem." Sirius was rich and powerful, and waved his hand, "Give Harry the best, with me here, don't worry about Garen."

"Of course, noble Black." Hawke bowed respectfully to him.

Regnac spat, seeing that Harry was about to go out, he quickly stopped him: "Wait, Potter!"

Harry turned to look at him.

"The sword of Gryffindor belongs to the goblin, to Ragnac!" Ragnac clenched his fist, "You have to return it to its true owner."

Hawke hesitated, his eyes kept turning on Raignac and Harry, and after a while he spoke with difficulty: "The times are different, Raignac, and Gryffindor has already chosen its heir , Mr. Potter is now the owner of the sword."

"Shut up, you dirty bastard!" Legnac interrupted him viciously, "The things created by the goblin will always belong to the goblin, and after the user dies, it should return to the goblin's embrace .”

"This is an unchanging rule since ancient times."

Harry stared at him, and said softly, "Raignac, I respect you very much, can you take back what you just said?"

(End of this chapter)