Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 166 This Is Not Good News
The little lions put their ears together.

"I probably won't participate." Harry thought for a while and gave the answer.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

"Harry, why didn't you participate?" Ron was a little surprised. "If you participated, it would be a Hogwarts warrior."

Harry put it succinctly: "Waste of time."

After thinking about it, I added: "It's no fun bullying children."

Several senior students hid their faces.

What a bully
"You're only 14 years old this year!" Hermione poked lightly on the back of his hand angrily, "You're still a child."

"Can beat the professor's child?" Harry said in a low tone.

Sedwick took a deep breath: "You heard that he will participate in the quarterfinals?"

"So you will personally take action to ensure that there is no great wizard who can sign up beyond the age limit with the professor's permission."

McGonagall let out a confused nasal sound.

As I said that, I paused, feeling helpless: "At most, let your college scores be kept in eight figures, isn't that bad?"

George breathed a sigh of relief: "Is Jin Mag not too sensitive?"

"Potter." After walking a few steps, I stopped behind Gao Ying alone, and my voice was very gentle, "It's a bad intention, please excuse me."

Sedwick shook his head with a wry smile: "Mr. Gryffin, do you occasionally bring someone to fight with Dumbledore? I'm afraid Diggory is rare in the Academy Cup."

Under the long table in Dumbledore, Malfoy was so angry that his face was half red and half white, but someone comforted me, Dumbledore all looked at me eagerly. No more Malfoy.

The potions I have been exposed to are too few.

The little lions nodded in agreement. If they hadn't seen with their own eyes that Harry was the size of a little radish in the first grade, and had grown up year by year, they wouldn't have believed that Mr. Potter, who could beat a professor, was only 14 years old this year. .

"I have to worry." Mag turned his gaze back, "Doubt yourself, he has always been excellent, hasn't he?"

Wait for my figure to be seen.

Even my friends are like this. The bad friends I thought had separated from me as early as the beginning of school, and made appointments to go to Diagon Alley together. Before the news was published in the newspaper, they sent owls one by one. It's okay to miss the appointment.

"Maybe you should teach those two clean-mouthed students a lesson." Moody, who had been sitting silently, stood up, making a gesture to draw out his wand.

But on this day, Malfoy went to Diagon Alley alone, and he could see us gathering together without talking or laughing from a distance.

"You're just going forward." McGonagall comforted me, "Thinking about it, maybe Professor Moody just has some physical problems, so he needs to take some safe medicine to regulate his body."

"You guys used the Portkey to watch the Quidditch World Cup with me." Hermione said while walking, "Mr. Fred has been showing off Sedwick all the way, saying that I beat Gao Ying His top student."

Gao Ying and Azka sat back, then looked up at Professor Ron and whispered.

"Have you met old Mr. Fred?" Gao Ying continued, "It's because you admire Sedwick very much, and I'm excellent. If the Hufflepuff man didn't pass it on, he would be happy to choose me as the heir."

Under the textbook, in the textbook, and even a book of "Potions of Weakness", except for the potions that need to be boiled for a long time like Felix Elixir, I have boiled all the potions that have a cycle of more than eight months.

"It's obviously just a mistake, and it's as bad as if it was really won by strength."

"What kind of potion?" George asked.

Is this 14 years old?
"You can't guarantee him." Mag looked up and looked at Moody, who was chatting with Gao Yingbang under the teacher's seat, "but at least until now, you still have no intention of participating."

"Mr. Gryffin!" Ron stood up, his tone grumpy, but you were filled with a sense of security, "Do you want to be locked up when school starts?"

"You know, Moody." Hermione said immediately, "I just look a little nervous, I don't have the mileage of a Mad-Eye, but my father often mentioned me, except for being too relaxed and sensitive, I am actually a very good person. people."

Until Jordan Lee finished singing the school song at the fastest speed, Gao Ying and Azika sang slowly to the end for the seventh time.

McGonagall can assure you that apart from the Hufflepuff man in the portrait, I have never come into contact with such a rude person. It is not a disguised face, but a real one. In the senses of a witcher, I am not.

"That measure is unnecessary." Hogwart said earnestly, "Even after your preparations, the quarterfinals are still very safe, even if it is an outstanding student in the first grade of eighth grade, it is difficult to say that it is dangerous to pass."

Harry and Azka behaved immediately.

"I'm 11 years old." Azka echoed.

Ron stopped me. "You're Master Diggory."

Hermione frowned: "Mr. Fred, you mean Sedwick's father, who is actually very annoying."

"Principal, you will make sure." Gao Ying shouted.

Hogwarts smiled slightly: "Of course, you have also considered that point. There will always be no great wizards with outstanding talents. When we were very young, we were far better than the students of the eighth graders."

"Azka, how could he say that, he just quit Slater Class." Harry shook his head, frowning, as if he was really reprimanding Gao Yingbang.

"Fortunately, you entered the eighth grade and graduated the year before last. At least two more school years will be a headache for him, and you will only have to touch him in the Quidditch Cup next year."

This is not the first time I have come into contact with Sedwick.

Meg looked at me.

I am a capable person, with my father, I can be anything.

What my father and mother often said flashed outside my mind.

"Your father said that if you must choose someone to entrust your life to the past among all the wizards, Gao Ying would be the first, followed by Professor Moody, and then Professor Ron, Professor Flitwick, and Stanley. Professor Prout, and then Professor Hogwarts."

Ron glared over: "Shut up, Mr. Gao Yingbang!"

The discussion gradually grew louder.

Hermione grabbed the banister of the stairs and wanted to take another look at Sedwick, but my figure disappeared completely.

A burst of laughter broke out from under the long table of Master Diggory.

"Thus, those who have no confidence in themselves and those who are under the age of 11 cannot apply to their dean. As long as the dean judges that they meet the registration criteria, they cannot entrust the professor to help them register."

As I said that, I took a deep breath and summoned up my courage: "Mr. Potter, you will sign up regardless of whether he will participate in the quarterfinals. Of course, you hope that he can also sign up."

"And won the House Cup with Hufflepuff last year."

Even the words of Gao Yingbang and Gao Ying came out.

In the Quidditch Cup, we haven't played against each other a few times, and we haven't had any contact during the training match.

Hermione opened her mouth.

McGonagall shook his head: "It is indeed based on strength, but why is it Ravenclaw?"

The great wizards turned their attention to Gao Ying again.

Hermione wasn't surprised: "I'm not that good?"

Under Dumbledore's long table, Malfoy thumped the table hard.

"Uncle Arthur is very wise." McGonagall praised happily.

Snape and Professor Ron turned cold.

It's Hufflepuff's finest Grand Witch, Cedwick Fred.

Dumbledore had to wave his hand lightly to make his voice louder: "I know you are all eager to represent Hogwarts as a warrior and win the Trifinals trophy, but—"

George pinched his waist: "Professor Dumbledore, this is not fair, we all know that Harry is the best little wizard in Hogwarts!"

Harry and Azka sang the softest tones to the cheerful melody of the "Aria".

"It's broken, I'll sing another school song, let's go back to the dormitory and rest." Master Hogwart waved his hand, and the lyrics emerged in the air.

The great wizards got up and walked towards the small stairs.

Hogwarts continued: "In addition, the delegation of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons will arrive in October and will spend the first half of the school year with you. You hope that some great wizards Be calm."

Hermione scratched her cheek: "Professor Moody is really a bad guy. When I was young, when I hunted down the white wizard, I could guarantee that I used too evil white magic and only used some curses. "

We just heard that McGonagall wanted to play in the quarterfinals, but that didn't stop us from moving McGonagall out - we don't turn 11 until next year, a month away.

Mag shook his head: "Yes, you really think nothing is right."

"Papa's resignation from Slater class is considered an orphan." Azka also gave the French military salute, "That's a very serious question."

That was hardly a general term tailored for McGonagall.

"Nothing?" Gao Ying asked.

Gao Yingbang waved his magic wand, and the door of the auditorium opened.

"If you're participating in the quarterfinals, I'm sure I'll be a Weslets warrior." McGonagall nodded. "Besides, I'm a freshman in grade [-]. I'm afraid there is no one better than me."

Sedwick followed my gaze and smiled slightly: "Mr. Potter is eyeing your new Defense Against the White Arts professor again?"

"Yes, Professor Ron." Harry shook his head, raised his hand, and gave a French military salute to the dean. "You are just discussing a question."

There is nothing more cold than this.

Moody sat back down again.

We sang it once.

Mr. Big Malfoy straightened his back, and tried his best to maintain the elegant sitting posture that I should not have every day.

Gao Ying continued to shake her head: "It looks like some bad potion."

After saying that, Sedwick waved goodbye to Mag.

Hermione curled her lips, it's not that I don't feel comfortable, my worst and best friend has been privately said good things.

"Leave the quarterfinals aside, what's wrong with Professor Moody?" When he reached the seventh floor, there were only a few people around him, and George asked, "It seems that McGonagall found something?"

Azka followed suit and sang: "After all, you guys will bully someone who just had a father."

"Our three academies and the Ministry of Magic agreed that an age limit should be added to this year's participants. Only students who are 17 years old! Students who are 17 years old and above are allowed to sign up."

"There are not many strange breaths under me." McGonagall frowned, "The combination of these will be a bottle of potion that you have come into contact with, but the breath outside the auditorium just now is too messy, you may be able to Completely clear."

Gao Yingbang's face was full of guilt: "Can the Death Eaters come out of Slater Class?"

Hermione and George froze.

that sounds like bad news
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(End of this chapter)