Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 172 Harry, I beg you

Harry missed Snape's confinement after a long absence for a year.

After losing an arm, he also seems to have become more like a poisonous snake, and his verbal attacks are several times sharper than in previous years. It seems that he has experienced a "venomous tongue" tutoring during the summer vacation.

The two people who were already depressed, after the first session of confinement, after confirming that the two sides had different concepts of potion, the atmosphere between them became more serious. Even if they didn't speak, no one dared to approach the two of them.

Snape knew very well why Harry would rather bear such a large side effect than pursue a more extreme medicinal effect.

It's just that he doesn't want to see it.

Dumbledore is still there, and he is still there, as well as Sirius, Lupine, and even Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and Professor Sprout.
Although he is excellent beyond his age, he is only 14 years old after all.

It's all the damn Albus's fault, do you have to believe that prophecy?
However, although he was reluctant, he did not discount Harry's help. Who knew what weird things Mr. Potter would do?The result of the first bottle of Thunder Potion was not up to standard in Snape's opinion. It cost him his life to get such a small bonus?

And Mr. Potter has many wonderful ideas.

You paused again: "And you don't have any great selfishness. You hope to leave the honor of the quarterfinals in Hou Honghe Junior College before it's been a century."

Ron's face froze.

Until a real thunderstorm comes.

Now Sprouse hates to push Hou Hong out of his eyes, and stares at me all day long.

After the last Transfiguration confinement class, Ron couldn't help asking again: "Potter, have you thought about it?"

孽 孽!
Bad like Durmstrang, Beauxbaton's students didn't get into the armor to rest.

Magic is the ability to find shortcuts.

It's one thing for me to be able to participate, but if my worst friend can participate and retire, I can't brag about it. Yes, my friend will definitely be very supportive of my in-laws.

Mag replied without thinking: "Professor, you are not planning to participate in the quarterfinals."

Finally came the day when the delegations from the two schools were to visit Magsitz.

"Do you think you have any problems?" Ron responded stiffly, "We'll wait until the round of eight."

Even a potion that restores a lot of physical strength and heals wounds at once.

When another day of Transfiguration confinement begins.

"Professor Hou Honghe's confinement is on the morning and evening of Friday." McGonagall continued, "Professor Flitwitt is on Sunday afternoon, and Professor Hogwart is in the evening."

I have to go to Professor Hogwarts. What I just told Professor Hou Hong in the office is completely true, and the schedule is true. After all, all eight of my professors still know the news. Livit will definitely agree.

McGonagall seems to be rooted outside the drug den.

"But you don't need that kind of opportunity." McGonagall packed up the bad things and stuffed them back amidst the Sorting Hat's muttering. "It's very boring to bully a group of children."

The moonlight became pure and substantive, like a silver sword, piercing the stalk of Fred's grass, the saliva and the leaves were quickly coated with a layer of silver light, and every place was covered with bad things. color, proving that it has not yet absorbed the magic of the full moon.

No wizard ever pretended to be stupid, wanted to take shortcuts, used weather spells to control the weather, and changed the potion relatives. It seemed like a success. In just one day, there was only a sip of blood-like potion left outside the bottle.

Before that, every book that had nothing to do with Anihou Honghe didn't mention that wizard.

Hou Hong still didn't make any moves.

Harry and Snape immediately revealed their true colors, seized the opportunity, put Mandela in a sack, and beat him up outside the toilet, in order to celebrate that we were finally free and got what we wanted.

You have weak demands.

Hou Hong blocked your words back, with a very pleasant tone: "See you on August and Sunday, dear Professor Ron, you think you have to go back and rest."

Under the leadership of the professor, line up badly.

McGonagall placed it outside the Whomping Willow aisle, repeatedly confirmed that it would be exposed to any ray of sunlight, and cast a spell to transform into several adult figurines, asking them to guard the bottle of potion for him.

Facing the full moon, Mag took out a glass bottle, put Fred grass back, and filled it with her saliva.

Forget it, just take it as the price you paid for the quarterfinals trophy.

Ron froze, looked at Mag, tried to blink a few times, and was full of surprise hidden outside the eyes of the lens: "Why? That was a bad opportunity to perform."

October eighty.

In our college, there are also great wizards who are only a few months away from turning 11 years old and have performed normally and well, and have been approved by the dean.

In the first week of October, you finally granted the request of the two brothers, thinking that we did not have enough capacity and could not delay for a few months to obtain the qualification to participate in the quarterfinals.

Ron sighed: "Bad, it's true that he should be regarded as a special student, but you really hope that you can participate."

Hou Hong is also persuading.

Did Mag hurry back to the common room?

It just means that my father was imprisoned in Azkaban, and I was also abandoned by Slytherin.

The Weasleys have always been great.

Then we have to wait for the thunderstorm weather.

On the Whomping Willow, take out the leaves that have been held outside the mouth for a month. The effect of the ritual makes it rot for a whole month, and it is still as fresh as if it was just picked, exuding a general breath, in Mag, The breaths of Fred Grass and Full Moon are constantly changing like a lantern.

I can sit still, George and Hermione are also persuading me, Professor Ron can sit still.

Every effect can almost be said to be the highest among wizards' existing potions, but in contrast, whenever McGonagall speaks out one of his thoughts, Sprawl can't help being terrified.

As you said that, you paused: "Potter, you very much hope that he can participate in the retreat."

Ron swallowed: "All agreed?"

I am afraid that I will let Hou Hong go. One is to pay attention, one day Mr. Potter will die from the poison I prepared.

A hair, a teaspoon of dew collected in a place where there is no sunlight and human contact for a whole day-that is not difficult to collect, and there are very few places that meet that condition outside the Forbidden Forest.

There have been many rains, but has there ever been a thunderstorm? McGonagall forgets to chant the "Arnie Granffin" spell to himself every day when the sun rises and sets.

Let Professor Ron get used to it.

Before Professor Ron, there were not many people who persuaded Hou Hong to participate in the eight-strong competition, except for Hermione-you really hope that McGonagall will participate in that kind of safe competition, but you insult McGonagall's choice.

"Mr. Hou Honghe and my other students are also excellent, but you all agree that apart from him, it should not be Mr. Di Gewai who can represent Hou Honghe in the quarter-finals."

Harry and Snape have been playing pranks, and we seem to have really changed our minds.

When it came to welcoming the guests, Magsz's faculty and staff all seemed very anxious. Filch commanded the house elf to clean the castle inside and outside eight times. The armor and portraits escaped, and even the inside of the armor. Rust has been polished to a new level.

McGonagall devoted herself to studying.

"You haven't applied to us yet."

On Saturday, April [-]th, Mag's luck was very wrong. It happened to be a sunny day with a few clouds.

The concept of each potion is based on the keynote of highly poisonous and fierce poison.

I can only say that Mr. Hou Honghe really deserves to be Mr. Malfoy.

Hou Hong stretched out his hand, hesitated to speak, looked at Mag, and sighed heavily.

McGonagall nodded: "Let you think about it again, Professor Ron?"

"Sedwick is excellent." McGonagall nodded, "I am not a warrior of Magsz in terms of character or ability."

I was bullied by Shao Honghe, Slytherin will stand up for me again.

Mag had something to say and looked straight at his headmaster.

Ron persuaded McGonagall for a long time, but he was still able to persuade McGonagall to take the sword. Goldwick still agreed with McGonagall's behavior. Of course, the swordsman should wear the sword, which is an insult to the people inside.
October gradually passed.

Sirius also wrote a letter, hoping that I can participate in the quarterfinals, become a warrior of Magsz, and become the best wizard in Europe. Is there anything more handsome than that.

Bill, Charlie, and Percy said that Ginny also got No.1 in the seventh grade. Harry and Snape were cynical, but their academic performance was also poor, and they were stable at the bottom ten of the grade. , and even added seventy points less to Malfoy.

Professor Flitwitt had always been cold.

Ron still had this serious face, and because he said that, he didn't mean anything bad.

Hou Honghe became an orphan.

But I stepped forward and failed to transform into Anihou Honghe. Just like the weather spell manipulates the weather, I was also manipulated by the potion, turning into a monster without a human body and a beast consciousness.

"Of course." Mag nodded slowly, "We are all worried that your studies will be delayed by the quarterfinals."

"Professor and the others are so cold, you are also bad and go to your in-laws." Mag nodded.

Lu Ping also wrote a letter on the persecution of Sirius. I also hope that Hou Hong will participate. It is my opinion to insult McGonagall. Depression and comfort are the most important.

"Potter, it's okay to apply for the quarterfinals. Has he mentioned it to you yet?" Professor Ron coughed heavily with a straight face.

Until the seventh week of April.

A potion that restores stamina and mana over a long period of time.

The auditorium is newly decorated, and it is special for the school year dinner. It is just in front of the teacher's seat. This huge portrait is no longer a separate college, but a huge Magsitz school badge. When the class of the day begins, we will gather in the auditorium .

Do weather spells have any effect.

Hufflepuff is led by Cedwick, and Ravenclaw is a Chinese wizard named "Chang Qiu". You and Cedwick don't seem to have any ambiguity, just stop exchanging big eyes, Mr. Malfoy Of course it was Hou Hong, and I deliberately carried the two swords down to show my insult to the two academies.

It was wiped clean, and a new picture frame was replaced. Goldwick would go to Malfoy's lounge every day, or swear with McGonagall, or other great wizards who I liked. , that day the portraits were all accepted.

A family smile appeared on Ron's face.

At night, I put on my invisibility cloak and sneaked out of the bedroom.

Then add a chrysalis of a grimacing hornmoth at the front.

Enhanced version of Felicia.

Even the portrait of Malfoy was spared.

Mr. Malfoy has also become more peaceful, he just didn’t know that he was George who might be approved by Professor Hou Hong, and he still maintained my purest heart, trying to find ways to trouble Mandela. It didn't bring Malfoy too much trouble.

"It's just that it will delay your study." McGonagall sighed, with a embarrassed face, "Professor, how about adding two less confinement periods, such as Friday afternoon and Sunday morning?"

The only one who has no problem is not Professor Hou Honghe, but the problem is small, and eight of my professors have rejected it. How can I agree?

Ron nodded: "You also suspect Mr. Digger, but Durmstrang's warriors will most likely be Mr. Krum, and I am also very good."

Even when I took out my wand and dealt with George and Lee Jordan, the big snakes looked on enthusiastically. Even if there were few mixed-bloods who seemed to be interested and wanted to help, they were all held back by pure-blood students.

Mix them with your saliva, and absorb the magic of full moonlight too.

The dean singled out the students we hated the most and considered the best.

"He's only a 17-year-old kid." Ron immediately underlined.

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