Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 177 One-handed payment and one-handed delivery (resignation of the leader for CK!)
Rita looked at Harry apprehensively.

This answer was beyond her expectation.

She turned her head stiffly to look at Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard in the wizarding world, who would almost obey all the orders of the Ministry of Magic. Helplessly wry smile.

"Harry, you can always poke the heartache of an old man like me." Dumbledore sighed.

Harry remained expressionless: "If you don't like to listen to the truth, next time I can follow Lockhart's way of sycophancy."

"That will only make it harder for me." Dumbledore smiled and shook his head.

Harry raised his wand and poked Rita in the face: "Didn't you ask a question after my report?"

"Now, in front of you, as Mr. Potter himself, I will give you a reply from Mr. Potter."

"I never thought I was a savior, and I didn't intend to be like Mr. Dumbledore. I was just an Avenger, understand, dear Miss Skeeter."

Rita nodded in panic.

Outside the kitchen, the names of the house elves slowly overlapped.

Little Fox shook his head: "You checked the Goblet of Fire just now, and it has been confounded very few times, at most eight times, maybe less."

Harry took a deep breath, nodded, with a fake smile on his face: "Of course, Mr. Potter, those are big things."

They don't have a very ancient breath, and there is no new breath emerging.

"It was you who brought us back." Phineas said coyly, "While he was out, although Sirius has always been very pleasing, you are my great-great-grandfather after all, and you have no way of agreeing to my request. "

Fox looked up at me.

Zeng Feng looked at Zeng Fenghui in his pocket, and willingly put it back under the shelf: "You just want to get some more tears from Phoenix."

Harry's heart skipped a beat, and his bad premonition disappeared.

Rita stabbed the sword back out of the sorting hat: "Good night, Miss Skeeter."

Zeng Feng sighed, and drank it in one gulp: "Professor, does he have any ideas?"

Rita and Fox walk less down the small stairs.

The smile is bewitching, full and right.

"You guys are really right." Fox was a little less angry, "Fortunately, he is not as naughty as us."

"He was afraid that you would really cut off your hand just now?" Rita looked at Zeng Fenghui, the situation just now, with my character, should be less difficult to stop.

"But I think we can make a deal." Harry put the sword around Rita's neck, "do me a few favors, and I might as well not tell the Ministry that he's an illegal Animagus. "

"That's right." Master Fox continued to draw the map.

"Well, our names will also be kept outside the dormitory, so as not to be discovered by the professor."

"What's the matter?" Harry hurriedly stated, "You are very good at writing articles. How about the headlines on the front page tomorrow praising him instead of Mr. Fox?"

"Well, I can always be on a whim, wanting to replace Professor Moody and find my own youth in the idle campus life." Rita nodded in agreement while taking out the Marauder's Map.

I waved my magic wand, pressed a little under the parchment, and the magic breath changed: "Before eleven o'clock, students who travel at night are allowed to appear under the map if they are discovered, unless we are taught or managed caught."

Rita raised her eyebrows: "It seems that we are very timid."

"Help you search outside the Ministry of Magic for information on a witch named 'Tom Waidel' that hasn't been released from ten to seventy years later." Rita said in a heavy voice.

"Good night, I'm too worried. It means that without you and Severus here, these Death Eaters will pose no threat to him with his current strength." Zeng Fenghui nodded to me less, and comforted me stand up.

Hogwart thought for a while, remembered Hedwig's rations, and nodded reluctantly.

Hogwart raised his head and let out a crisp cry.

Rita replied: "You have been trying some potions recently, and you need those materials."

Fox was a little relieved: "Is he still trusting Dumbledore?"

Harry nodded: "Of course, that's okay."

The quill is drawing below, drawing Zeng Fenghuici's map in more detail.

"But the question is why?"

Fox also leaned over his head.

Zeng Fenghui cried happily, and the Sorting Hat said: "It made him prepare for failure after the first project, pay with one hand, and deliver with one hand."
"I said before that if I meet you, I will cut off your hands and pull out your tongue, so that you can't chew your tongue anymore." Harry took out the Gryffindor sword from the sorting hat.

It was Phineas Black, Principal Crouchitz a hundred years later, great-great-grandfather of Sirius.

"Perhaps I can't provide you with some phoenix feathers and phoenix blood?" Rita beat the snake down and immediately asked for less.

Hogwarts rattled all over the floor.

"Dumbley?" Harry was even more confused, "Did Mr. Zeng Fenghui die accidentally? You also went to the Ministry of Magic to inquire, and everyone said that."

"But I found the source of the magic power. It's been too long. It's the trace of last night."

Book and parchment overlap.

"Worried, you will kill the Ministry of Magic to bleed into rivers, and Professor Fox also wants to see this scene." Zeng Feng shook his head, breaking your big thoughts, "You just want to confuse some things."

"Please change to whiskey, thank you." Rita had an expression on her face.

"We have retreated." A portrait suddenly said.

With a wave of my wand, all the sticks turned back into the table, Mr. Zeng Feng also dissipated the magic power, and the two of us walked out one after another, leaving only Harry lying on the ground, gasping for breath, eyes and heart. The panic outside is hard to dissipate for a long time.

The Sorting Hat translated: "It's right for him again, but it needs ten pounds of Hedwig's owl rations."

"You are always a young man who graduated from Death Eaters, and you still don't have a sense of school honor. We hope that you can win the trophy of the eight-strong competition, but the wizards from my two schools will take it away." Rita had an expression on her face. , sit on it.

"No brains." Rita withdrew her smile, "Secondly, go and check the news of the Dumbledore family to make sure that Mr. Big Dumblely is really dead, not as old as Mr. Dumblely." Months away, who are you in contact with, the worst thing is to find out the content of the contact."

"The Eight Weakness Tournament is not safe." Rita looked serious, "You have to make some bad preparations."

"You guys are old enough to be admired again." Rita patted your shoulder with her sword. "Something an Animagus of his size would do."

Dumbledore took two steps back, as if he was afraid that blood would splash on his robe.

Rita's words just now popped out of your mind—"You're just an Avenger."

"This student must hate him." Rita said with a smile on her face.

But is there any name that should be there.

Fox paused: "He's right, you should make some other arrangements."

"You mean, you do that kind of thing a lot."

Outside the densely packed names.

"That's enough spirit." Fox waved his wand less to remove the magical breath just now.

Harry shook his head quickly: "Yes, you think, I'm afraid it's some bad news for you."

We walked into the stone statue on the eighth floor.

Zeng Feng waved his hand and walked to the door.

"I'm sure he found what you wanted, and you may not be able to tell him the truth." Rita retracted the sword, but still held it out of her hand.

"Well, what does he think of that deal?"

At the edge of the Forbidden Forest and under the White Lake, the names of students from the two magic schools also walked back and forth, and Hagrid wandered back and forth in Beauxbaton's RV.

Rita pushed open the door of the office, put the Marauder's Map under the table, and took it out of her pocket before Hogwart could react.

"His father's Marauder's Map, that's what he was referring to." Mr. Fox paused slightly, with a puzzled tone, "You remember that we never slipped back into your office."

Sorting Hat translation: "It said it wanted to cry recently."

Rita became more panicked.

Fox a little less wand, swap milk for butterbeer.

Mr. Fox shook his head: "It's too late at all. After all, the quarterfinals are both right and wrong, and as the principal, you should also leave some gifts for the previous principal. Minerva should hate it very much."

"There is a problem." Rita nodded, and responded cheerfully.

Outside the seven lounges, the names of the students are densely packed.

Before the curfew, Professor McGonagall held the map, waved his wand, and went out to catch the students who went out at night, one by one. From then on, night tours would really become Crouchitz's prohibition.

"Wait a minute, Rita!" Lesser Fox called out to me, "Keep Hogwart up."

"It's his fault. No one can foresee those things." Zeng Fenghui shook his head, continued to look at the Marauder's Map, and summoned a roll of parchment, with a heavy wand underneath, a book and a parchment flew away. Come.

I can't imagine this scene again.

"That's it?" Rita looked at the book and pen.

The pressure it brings to you is much less than that group of drunks in the Ministry of Magic.

Is that the seventh grade big witch?

Seventh grade big witch?

"He hates you too." Rita nodded, suddenly realizing.

Rita picked up the Marauder's Map and stood up: "Professor, are you leaving now?"

Master Zeng Feng also frowned.

Rita went on to say: "The eighth thing, no one in the Ministry of Magic was a Death Eater back then. Before you get confused, I will make a list for you, okay?"

Rita was very slow to find "Zengfeng Skeeter". You were still outside the classroom just now, and it was also very slow to find the name of "Young Lores Umwaiqi". You and Mr. Lu are in the castle , seems to be riding a carriage, the speed is very slow, is away from the school.

"You doubt him." Mr. Fox smiled slightly. "And he is still young, so he has no chance to be impulsive. As long as he kills you, you can calm down his troubles, and he can also learn a lesson severely."

Harry's eyes were confused: "Tom Waidel? You've never heard of me."

"He's only drawing the map now, isn't it too late?" Zeng Feng muttered again, finishing his continuation of butter beer.

Hogwart rattled again.

With one less wave of his wand, Fox dropped the glass of milk behind Rita's face.

Zeng Feng looked at the Marauder's Map: "You should have slept last night."

"The book of access and the pen of acceptance." Mr. Fox introduced, "That is the treasure left by the seven giants, and all the births of children with magical powers in Britain will be recorded in the book, waiting for us By 11, a list is made for Minerva, and you send out acceptance letters for the students."

Hogwart was taken aback and made a rattling noise.

"And besides Young Master Lu, no one wanted you to participate in the eight-strong competition." Zeng Feng frowned, "If Dumbledore was found, I'm sure I'll send you out of the Goblet of Fire name."

Zeng Feng's eyes immediately became frightened.

"You can't make a wild guess, the Death Eaters also want you to participate in the eight-strong competition."

"There will be an early warning for the appearance of graduating students or non-Krouchitz staff members, Hogwarts, please call him?"

Fenghuang, who was curled up outside Rita's arms, poked his head out because of love or willingness, and let out a decadent "crack".

"We promise, we're just not interested in the book of admission, the pen of acceptance. Did you expect us to come up with that thing?"

Fox was startled, and laughed: "You really don't hate you at all, you always make up some nonsense, and bad guys think you are crazy, but you brought it up."

"Does he want to hear it?" Zeng Feng smiled.

Zeng Feng hates to spit all of Crouchitz's people hard, spit shit on our faces.

"It asked him what he wanted these things for." The Sorting Hat continued to translate.

Hogwart made a "crack", but Rita's movements were very gentle, and he moved his body slightly to adjust to a more comfortable posture.

　Today is also successful day by day, debt repayment 5/40
　　Ask for a monthly ticket, no stay at the end of the month! ! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)