Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 176 Look, who is this?

Harry pushed the door open and walked in.

In the room, the fireplace was in full swing, and the walls were covered with portraits of wizards. They belonged to Hogwarts headmasters, honorary alumni, and even Godric was among them. Also wearing white stockings.

The Sorting Hat has said that he loves this costume.

"Mr. Potter, why are you here?" Fleur frowned and turned her head from the fireplace.

Harry replied softly, "There was an accident."

"Accident?" Fleur was taken aback, and Krum also poked her head out of curiosity.

Harry nodded, "The Goblet of Fire went crazy for some reason, and spit out three notes with my name on it."

Fu Rong was stunned.

Krum was also a little at a loss. He rubbed his ears, afraid that his not-so-proficient English might misunderstand what Harry meant.

The door was pushed open again.

Three Headmasters entered together with two Ministry of Magic officials.

"Dumbledore, you have to give us an explanation!" Karkaroff said with a cold face, his voice sharp and piercing, "Isn't Hogwarts doing too much!"

"I know Potter is very good. He can release the patron saint in the form of a magical creature. It seems that the rumors that he can beat the professor are not false. Maybe, I just said maybe, it is difficult to find someone who is better than him among his peers. He's a great little wizard."

"But warriors are not only judged by the strength of magic, but also by the character of the warrior. Has Hogwarts gone all out for the Trifinals trophy? Three, a full three are written with Harry A note with Potter's name on it."

"Mr. Karkaroff." Harry said slowly, looking straight at him, "Can I understand that you are accusing me of being unqualified?"

Karkaroff froze.

Godric, who was hanging on the wall, also yelled: "The headmaster of Durmstrang? What do you mean, Harry has passed my test, regardless of ability or character!"

"When Hogwarts becomes the best magic school in Europe, the ancestors of your founders of Durmstrang may still be protected by us!"

"What right do you have to question my Gryffindor chosen successor."

Karkaroff couldn't help shrinking his neck.

Ludo stood up and smoothed things over with an apologetic smile: "Karkaroff, you have to trust Dumbledore and Gryffindor. They can see people right. There may be some misunderstanding."

"What does Mr. Bagman seem to know?" Harry stared at him.

Ludo froze and smirked violently: "Mr. Potter, what are you talking about?"

Harry took out his wand: "I can see what you're covering up."

"Wait!" Ludo's face changed, "Mr. Potter, well, indeed I know something."

Everyone turned their eyes to Ludo, with scrutiny and questioning.

"Because of some reasons that Mr. Potter knows." Ludo looked at Harry and sighed, "I really hope that Mr. Potter can participate in the three-finals, but I heard that Mr. Potter didn't have that idea, so I said I prepared a note myself, and cast a confusion spell on the Goblet of Fire."

"But I only prepared one!"

"Exactly!"

Dumbledore took out three slips of paper with the name "Harry Potter" written on them, and handed them to him: "Which one?"

Ludo took it, looked at each one carefully, and finally shook his head: "My note only has the name 'Harry Potter', and I used the confusion spell to make the Goblet of Fire think it was a school named Potter. Here, there is a student named Harry."

He took out the note with his name written on it alone.

"In other words, I should have voted for this one." Ludo held it up, frowning, "But it's not my handwriting."

Dumbledore was a little surprised, took the note, Ludo also took out a pen from his pocket, and wrote a string of words on the back of another note: "Mr. Dumbledore, look."

The handwriting is different.

"Besides Mr. Bagman, there are two other people who want me to participate." Harry glanced over the group of people in the room. "Professor Dumbledore, I suggest that the Trifinals be suspended."

"I'm afraid not." Ludo shook his head immediately, "We must abide by the regulations. Even if the Goblet of Fire was suspended the previous session, two warriors died because of it, it did not stop."

"Harry, the contract has been made, you can feel it." Dumbledore also sighed.

Harry pouted.

When the Goblet of Fire uttered his name, a breath emerged from the flames and entwined with his wrist—in fact, he felt it three times in total. The breath on his wrist was stronger than that of Furong and Krumga Together they are even thicker.

And not only because of the contract, the Ministry of Magic has spent so much time and money, it is impossible to suspend such a big event because of a little "small oolong".

"Fortunately, it's all Mr. Potter." Maxim said happily, "If it was anyone else, Hogwarts should have two warriors. It's not fair to us."

Karkaroff didn't speak, he didn't dare to say anything, he turned his head aside and stared at the dancing flames in the fireplace.

"The Ministry of Magic will investigate this matter." Umbridge cleared his throat, his tone still sharp, "Leave it to us, we will definitely maintain the order of the Triwizard Tournament and find those who are trying to interfere with the Triwizard Tournament." The culprit."

Only Dumbledore nodded and hummed.

No one paid any attention to her.

Toad's face collapsed, and he retreated aside with a "croak".

"Since there are only three warriors in the end, it doesn't have any impact on the result." Ludo smiled brightly, even if he was caught by the black hand, he was still in a happy mood, "Let me do the first project for you Guidance."

"The first project will test your mettle."

"So. We won't tell you the specific content of the first project. Dare to face the unknown is an important quality of a wizard."

Fleur clicked her lips unhappily, and Krum's face became more gloomy, Harry was unmoved.

Ludo went on to say: "When completing the competition, the warrior will no longer be able to accept or ask for any help from other professors. You can only rely on yourself, and the only weapon is the magic wand."

He looked at the sorting hat on Harry's waist and paused for a moment: "Or the potions and other weapons that he concocted himself."

"After the first project is over, you will be prompted for the second project."

"This is destined to be a difficult year for you, and because of this, you can avoid this year's exams."

Fleur and Krum did not speak.

Harry tilted his head, carefully surveying a corner with the corner of his eye that was as unobtrusive as possible.

A familiar breath.

"That's all I want to say." Ludo waved his hand, "I wish you all a good performance in the Triwizard Tournament, and strive for honor for your own school as much as possible."

"Three principals, do you want to have a drink? I am so looking forward to this year's competition."

Maxim shook his head, pulled Fleur into his arms, and covered her face with his hands that were three times bigger than Fleur's head: "No, the warriors of Beauxbatons need to rest."

She pulled her and hurried away, whispering all the way.

Karkaroff also shook his head: "I don't think we have time, Krum, go back and rest, or do you have other arrangements?"

Krum said in a low voice, "Go back."

As Harry walked slowly towards the door, he said to Dumbledore, "Professor, are we together? I think I have something to talk to you about."

"Of course, I also have too many things to tell you." Dumbledore nodded readily.

They left together, and as soon as they reached the first floor, Harry turned around, pushed open the door of the nearest classroom, and walked in.

Dumbledore also walked in, a little puzzled: "Harry? I think it might be better to go to my office"

He wasn't finished yet.

Harry waved his wand, and the desks in the classroom twisted and deformed, not towards Dumbledore, but around himself.

"Harry?" Dumbledore was even more surprised and did not stop him.

A ladybug flew out of Harry in a panic.

call out--

Followed by a wooden bar precisely wrapped around it.

Harry pointed his wand at it and uttered a spell, and a light blue light bloomed on the tip of the wand: "Animagus, let me see who you are."

Dumbledore's face became serious. He pushed his glasses, took out his wand, and released the spell. The magic power enveloped the entire classroom, making it airtight.

The ladybug twisted, and a huge head emerged out of nowhere, it was a woman.A head of delicate but stiff curly hair, features with a big chin, and a pair of bejeweled, but boxy and ugly glasses.

"Rita Skeeter." Dumbledore and Harry said her name in unison.

"How could it be you?" Harry frowned.

Rita sat slumped on the ground, tightly bound by wooden bars, with a stiff smile on her face: "Hey, good evening, Mr. Potter, and Mr. Dumbledore."

"You voted for the name of the Goblet of Fire?" Harry's wand was still pointed at her.

Rita shook her head: "No, I didn't, really, I swear! I just came here to inquire about information. You know, tomorrow's "Daily Prophet" needs this material on the front page."

Harry ignored her words and raised his hand.

Axii seal.

"Have you put my name into the Goblet of Fire?" Harry asked him, his eyes meeting hers, magic surging.

Remembrance!

He was flipping through Rita's memory at the same time.

"No." Rita answered honestly with a confused tone.

Harry also searched through her recent memories. It was at noon today. She lay on Ludo's body and came to Hogwarts together. She had been to the lounges of the four colleges and sneaked into Beauxbaton's house , Durmstrang's ship, but did not deliver a note into the Goblet of Fire.

Dumbledore sighed: "Harry, I'm afraid Severus will be invaded by you if he doesn't pay attention."

Rita woke up quickly. She looked at Harry in horror, and asked Dumbledore for help: "Professor Dumbledore, look at Potter, he actually cast a spell on me!"

"Does he have it?" Dumbledore said mischievously, "Sorry, it's so dark in the room, I can't see anything."

Harry waved his wand: "Lumos."

Instantly lights up the whole room.

Dumbledore froze for a moment, then smiled helplessly.

"It's true that she didn't vote for it." Harry looked at Dumbledore, "She doesn't remember who voted for it either."

"That's terrible." Dumbledore frowned.

"What should I do with this ladybug?" Harry turned his gaze back to Rita, "To be honest, I don't really want to hand her over to the Ministry of Magic, illegal Animagus, at most in Azkaban A year? And donate money to fix it. That's what the Godfather does."

Dumbledore shook his head: "But she should indeed be handed over to the Ministry of Magic."

"Potter, you're only in fourth grade, how can you do that?" Rita screamed.

Harry interrupted her: "You also know that I'm only in the fourth grade, so I can't wait to put a dog leash on my neck so early? But unfortunately, I'm not Dumbledore, so I won't let you be so obedient and obedient."

Dumbledore said helplessly, "Harry."

With a blank expression on his face, Harry turned around and apologized to him: "I'm sorry, Professor Dumbledore, I made a mistake."

"You were not put on by them. You voluntarily put the dog on the leash yourself, and you gave them the rope to make them think they put it on."

"You made a bad start, Professor Dumbledore, they mistook me for you."

Then, he continued to look at Rita: "But, I'm sorry, I'm not as weak as Professor Dumbledore."

(End of this chapter)