Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 173 Look, It's Harry!

Unable to persuade Harry, Godric backed him up again.

After a moment's hesitation, Professor McGonagall pulled Hermione out so that she and Harry stood together.

Since the beginning of this semester, Hermione has changed a lot, but the slight changes in her hairstyle and teeth have made her look several times better. Many students were amazed by her at the beginning of the semester, and even some Gryffindor, Ravenk Law mustered up the courage to pursue Hermione.

only.
Most of those people can't even beat Crookshanks, the mixed-race cat and raccoon, that is also a "XXX" level dangerous creature.

The few who did well didn't suffer a few spells from Hermione.

She turned out to be a beautiful and lovely big girl, and having her standing next to Harry could somewhat ease the chilling atmosphere.

Professor Snape was much more casual. He picked two good-looking ones to act as facades. He was very clear about the level of the students in his own college. Not to mention comparing with Harry, even Cedric and the others couldn't compare. .

After waiting in line, they walked out of the auditorium and stood in front of the castle.

The cold air of late autumn poured down, the night fell slowly, and the half-curved moon hung on the treetops.

Ron poked his head out from behind, grabbed Harry's arm and looked at the time: "It's six o'clock, how will they come? Hogwarts Express?"

"Probably not." Hermione shook her head. "In that case, we should meet them at the train station."

"Apparition, or the Portkey?" Ron continued to speculate.

Harry shook his head: "Hogwarts is protected by magic. Apparition is prohibited here, at least human apparition and portkeys are prohibited."

"You can't ride a broomstick." Ron pursed his lips, "Although it's very Krum's way."

It might be handsome, but silly.

Flying from such a far place, I'm afraid that I will be frozen into a fool halfway.

Harry looked up suddenly: "Here we are."

Dumbledore also shouted almost at the same time: "If I'm not mistaken, Beauxbaton's representative has arrived!"

The little wizards were buzzing, chirping and looking towards the distance of the road.

The little wizards standing close to Harry followed his gaze to the sky.

A huge monster was flying towards them.

"Fire dragon! Is it a fire dragon?" A little wizard screamed excitedly.

Ron was also eyeing Harry's robes.

"It's a rune horse, with a house behind it." Harry answered Ron.

Ron was a little disappointed: "It's not a fire dragon."

"The rune horse is also pretty." Harry shook his head, "but not as handsome as the motorcycle."

The huge house quickly landed on the ground and hit the ground heavily, splashing a burst of smoke and dust, which startled the nearest little badgers. The queue was almost scattered. They were afraid that the house would collapse and splash themselves, but the building was stronger than it looked Much better, it is unaffected.

Wait until it comes to a complete stop.

The door with the drawing of two crossed wands with three bright stars protruding from it was pushed open.

A boy wearing a light blue robe jumped out of the car, waved his magic wand, and the magic power delicately landed on the car, creating a golden spiral staircase, followed by a lady who was somewhat bigger than Hagrid from the house walk out.

Harry watched blankly.

so.
In fact, such a huge body is a normal human body, but it is rare?
Following her, more than a dozen men and women got out of the carriage.

Dumbledore stepped forward and greeted the tall woman: "Long time no see, dear Ms. Maxim, welcome to Hogwarts."

The eyes of the little wizards were not on the two professors at all.

Almost all of them turned their attention to a silver-haired witch in Beauxbatons, and she was holding a little witch who was carved almost in the same mold as her, but a few sizes smaller.

"Harry, look at her, she's so pretty." Ron tugged at Harry's sleeve and pointed at her secretly.

Hermione glanced over, then glared at Ron viciously, and then looked at Harry with some unease.

Harry was expressionless, and patted Ron's hand: "Don't look, she's not completely human."

Ron was taken aback: "Huh?"

"She's supposed to be a half-breed veela," Harry explained. "It smells like poultry."

Hermione scowled, trying not to laugh.

Ron clenched his fists, he took a deep breath, and seemed to be making a difficult decision: "It's so good-looking, even if it's a Veela hybrid."

Hermione cast a disdainful glance.

Geez, man.

Can't you learn from Harry?
The students of Beauxbatons were also looking at Harry. Even if they were far away in France, they would occasionally hear rumors about Potter—especially this year, at the Quidditch World Cup, one person repelled dozens of dark wizards, and even Capture the two leading Death Eaters.

The observation didn't last long, and Ms. Maxim led her students into the castle first.

Hogwarts will continue to wait for Durmstrang.

The little wizards were still reluctant to part, and kept looking back at the castle. They all wanted to see that half-race Veela a few more times.

Ron was slapped on the head by Harry several times before turning his head back reluctantly: "Harry, how do you think Durmstrang will come? Is it also a rune horse, or a Thestral, or other flying horses?"

Harry looked at the Black Lake: "Here we come."

Again?
The little wizards hurriedly followed his gaze and landed on the black lake.

Nothing, the lake is quiet.

Just then a little lion couldn't bear it and wanted to ask.

After a while, there was a sound like a toilet pumping, and the surface of the black lake was boiling, and huge water splashes emerged, slowly condensing into a huge vortex, a mast emerged from the center of the vortex, followed by a canvas.

A huge, somewhat eerie shipwreck emerges from the bottom of the lake.

"We didn't know there was such an interesting thing at the bottom of the Black Lake." Fred stared blankly.

George muttered, "Damn, how much treasure we have to miss."

Harry broke their fantasy: "This is not a boat at the bottom of the Black Lake. It obviously smells like the ocean. And I heard from the godfather that he explored the bottom of the Black Lake when he was a student. There was no treasure, only mermaids."

"Sirius is really a great predecessor." Fred's eyes straightened.

George deeply agreed: "It seems that during the summer vacation, we have to communicate more with Sirius. Hogwarts still has many secrets waiting for us to discover. It's a pity that we are already in the sixth grade and only have one year left."

"A year and a half," Fred corrected. "We can prepare now."

"But what if we are lucky enough to become Hogwarts warriors?" George frowned, taking the time to daydream before it was completely dark.

Fred was stunned, and spread his hands: "Then you and Harry can only go exploring together, and I have to get ready for the final match."

"Even if I'm selected, it should be me." George emphasized.

Professor McGonagall coughed twice.

They both fell silent immediately.

A group of people got off the boat and walked towards them slowly. Both men and women were tall and tall, and they were still wrapped in thick fur cloaks. The leading man was tall and thin. Even wearing a polar bear fur cloak, he still didn't look burly.

He greeted Dumbledore warmly: "Dumbledore! My dear old man, we have not seen each other for a long time."

Dumbledore was a little perfunctory to him: "Long time no see, Professor Karkaroff."

He glanced at the Hogwarts students, and finally landed on Harry, taking a few deep glances, but in the conversation with Dumbledore, he didn't mention any topics related to Harry.

The little wizards who had been outside for more than an hour were finally able to return to the castle with Durmstrang's students.

Ron was thrilled.

"Harry, that's Krum."

"Live!"

"Damn it, he actually came to Hogwarts."

"I should have thought about it earlier, why didn't I bring a quill, Harry, do you have it in the Sorting Hat, lend it to me, and I'll get Krum to sign it for me."

He babbled.

Hermione was very annoyed: "Ron, he is also a student, but he just became a Quidditch player."

"That's it?" Ron was surprised. "He's the best Seeker in the world."

Hermione was expressionless: "It's not necessarily better than Harry."

Ron was stunned for a moment, and his momentum weakened: "Then he is also one of the best Seekers in the world."

"Maybe he will still be Harry's competitor." Hermione continued, "Since he is excellent, he will definitely become Durmstrang's warrior. Do you want to ask Harry's competitor for his autograph?"

Ron stopped, looked back at Harry in disbelief, and then looked forward to Krum.

right
Krum would most likely be Harry's opponent.

"It's okay, let's go get an autograph." Harry took out a quill and a small golden flying ball figurine, "It's just an autograph, and it's nothing."

Ron stared at the small model in a daze.

The Sorting Hat was weird, and said what Ron was thinking: "Harry, why do you have everything?"

Ron nodded subconsciously, the shaking of his head brought him back to his senses, he quickly shook his head, and pushed Harry's hand back: "No, Harry, I can't do it now, even if it's Krum, I will stand firm. Your side."

As he spoke, he faltered slightly, hesitating in his voice: "You can keep it for me first, and I'll ask him to sign it for me after the top three is over and you get the trophy."

Harry gestured to put the things back: "Really? Then you'll have to wait a whole semester."

Ron gritted his teeth and nodded: "Of course, I'm your supporter now."

"Did I really put the stuff back?" Harry slowed down, stuffing things into the Sorting Hat little by little under Ron's watchful eyes.

Ron turned his head away: "I can wait a semester."

The Sorting Hat poked Harry's wrist with the tip of the hat: "Harry, hurry up, either put it back or take it out, don't be so clumsy."

Harry stopped teasing them and stuffed the thing back.

Ron was lost, but he quickly thought about it: "Where do you think Krum and the others will live? Invite him to our dormitory, so you can get to know each other as opponents."

Hermione ruthlessly interrupted his fantasy: "Harry is better than Krum, and it's not a good thing for Harry to let them get too close."

"They can live on the boat, it's a big boat," Harry added.

Ron sighed, worried.

The idol is clearly in front of him, but he can't get in close contact with the idol, which makes him a little painful.

They hurried back to the auditorium.

The students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were still standing in the doorway, debating where to sit.

Ron prayed in his heart, hoping that Krum could sit on his long table. If it couldn't be done, so could the silver-haired Beauxbaton witch.

His prayers came true.

Just after Harry and the others took their seats, the silver-haired witch came over with brisk steps, stood behind Ron, and patted him on the shoulder: "Sir, can you step aside, I want to sit this."

Ron turned his head and looked at her azure blue eyes shining with a faint silver luster. Like a puppet, he nodded blankly: "Of course, beautiful lady."

Harry grabbed Ron's sleeve and turned his head to meet her eyes.

The cat's pupils are as sharp as a knife.

The silver-haired witch couldn't help taking a few steps back, knocking down the Ravenclaw student next door, knocking the little boy into a tizzy.

"Isn't it too much to use Veela magic on students from a friend school?" Harry asked her calmly.

(End of this chapter)