Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 163 We need to think independently

Go back to the tent.

Hermione and Ron were cautious, and they breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the person coming back from the outside was a familiar person.

George and Fred put away the stinky eggs and fireworks, too.

"Good news! Malfoy has been caught!" As soon as he entered the tent, Sirius raised his arms and cheered for George and the others. He had also heard about the second grade.

"Small or old?" George asked subconsciously.

"It's Lucius Malfoy." Excited, Sirius put his arms around Arthur's shoulders, "Be happy, Arthur, it's all family here, there's no need to hide it."

George and Fred cheered.

"It would be great if we could get little Malfoy in too." Ron sighed, a little disappointed.

Fred shook his head immediately: "No, no, my dear brother, little Malfoy can't be taken away. If he leaves, we won't have much fun."

Hermione, who circled around Harry and checked him for any wounds, immediately raised her head and looked at the two of them with serious eyes: "So you still plan to let Gryffindor have only a few pitiful scores this year?"

"We will try our best to hide it." George immediately raised his hand, promising solemnly.

Fred was equally serious: "Hermione, the things you told us are very useful. We will study hard and practice in the new school year."

Hermione blushed slightly.

"Be gentle." Arthur and Harry said at the same time.

George was taken aback.

Fred was puzzled: "It's understandable for Dad to say that, but Harry, why are you?"

"After school starts, Malfoy is a child without a father." Harry said blankly.

George exclaimed: "Harry, you can always say things that I don't expect."

"We can make little Malfoy feel paternal love again." Fred tried his best to keep a straight face, imitating Percy's seriousness, "Father's love from the Weasley family."

"Don't go too far." Arthur warned again, "At least don't let your mother know, she will definitely send a roaring letter."

George and Fred agreed.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

The reappearance of the Dark Mark, whether it is real or a joke most anticipated by the Ministry of Magic, this kind of thing that has ravaged Great Britain for decades, undoubtedly arouses the biggest secret buried deep in the wizard's heart. fear.

Scrimgeour came over to negotiate with Harry with a tired face.

The night was dark.

The Weasleys stayed in the tent, Arthur shared a room with Sirius and Lupine, George shared a room with Fred, Ron shared a room with Harry, and as girls Ginny and Hermione slept in in the same room.

But at this time, everyone else has fallen asleep.

Only Harry and Hermione remained.

In the empty living room, there were only three people and the breath of some tiny insects.

"Mr. Potter, you have really caused a big trouble for our Auror office." Scrimgeour looked tired, and took the black tea poured by Hermione, "Do you want to catch dozens of dark wizards who are suspected to be Death Eaters? Take two purebloods."

"One of them is the head of the Malfoy family."

Harry took a glass of milk: "That should make those purebloods reflect on it. I caught Malfoy on purpose, but I didn't choose that one."

Scrimgeour sighed, and took a sip of black tea: "Are you sure that the house elf you saw is Winky? The one from Mr. Crouch's house."

After speaking, he paused: "I am asking you as the director of the Auror office."

Harry nodded: "No matter how many times, I'm sure of what I saw."

Scrimgeour rubbed his head in pain, and after a while, he looked at Harry resentfully: "One more thing, Rita Skeeter is outside, do you want to see her?"

Harry shook his head, resolutely refusing: "I don't want to."

He had been in contact with that reporter before. When school started last year, he was making noise like a mosquito at the train station, and he tried to use weak magic to induce Harry to say something shocking. It seems that in this world, nothing but the Sorting Hat , and not a qualified troubadour.

"Then I'll stop her for you." Scrimgeour stood up, "Mr. Potter, I wish you a sweet dream."

He turned away.

The tent fell silent again.

Only a few children were left talking in their dreams, murmuring vague words.

The next morning.

Harry had just returned from exercising outside when he heard Hermione's angry voice in the tent. Harry opened the door curtain and looked in. He saw her slapping the table heavily, which made Crookshanks and Hedwig beside him tremble with fright. .

She held a copy of the Daily Prophet in her hand, and it was the text she was reading that ignited her emotions.

"How can it be! How could he say that!" Hermione gritted her teeth, her hands were red from beating, but the slight pain did not weaken her anger.

Harry grabbed her hand and picked up the newspaper with the other: "What's wrong?"

Hermione said nothing, still angry.

Harry looked on.

The headline on the front page was exactly what happened last night. The huge Dark Mark was swallowing a long snake. Next to the Dark Mark, there were photos of the three of them. Lucius, who was stepped on the ground by Harry, looked confused, his face paled. Green, half-dead Avery.

And Harry, expressionless, wearing leather armor, holding a wand in one hand and a snake bone sword in the other.

The newspaper introduced what happened last night in great detail.

detailed to.
"As far as the author knows, Mr. Malfoy was deliberately captured by Harry Potter. In Mr. Malfoy's defense, he repeatedly emphasized that he was controlled by the Imperius Curse. Sir's is Azkaban."

"And the other Mr. Avery couldn't even attend the interrogation of the Ministry of Magic. He was still in St. Mungo's first aid at this time. It is reported that when he was fighting with Mr. Potter, he was severely poisoned. It came from a kind of The venom of the basilisk, an extremely vicious dark magic creature."

"We had to say a lot about the Boy Who Lived, the fabled savior, the heir to Gryffindor, Harry Potter, who was a very gifted young wizard, but also a A very restless little wizard, some Hogwarts students told me that when they graduated last year, Mr. Potter had a conflict with a professor and even cut off the professor's arm, but this incident was reported by the same background. Gryffindor, Principal Dumbledore, who is extremely partial to Mr. Potter and has to tutor Mr. Potter once a week, suppresses it."

"Independent thinking is the greatest wealth of a wizard."

"The author who was born in Ravenclaw, after hearing the news, couldn't help thinking, will Harry Potter really be the savior?"

"The savior I am looking forward to is a white wizard who is more benevolent and greater than Dumbledore, not a wizard who is good at killing swordsmanship, using poison, conflicting with professors and even injuring professors."

　There is a bit of a problem with the state today, let's make do with the first two chapters, I will adjust it tonight, and work hard tomorrow! ! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)