Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 189 We Are Together

This adds another mystery to Hibiscus.

Even Hagrid couldn't hold back, flipped through the book, sometimes asked Fleur for advice, and even planned to visit Newt Scamander, the legendary master of magical animals, at Christmas.

Christmas is coming.

Krum formed a dance partner with a senior Slytherin wizard. Only Fleur was still struggling and couldn't find a suitable dance partner. She was a little bit self-defeating, thinking about whether she should just become a dance partner with Hagrid.

Thursday, December 22.

As soon as Harry got up, the breath wrapped around his wrist scratched, reminding him that the date was approaching.

Every half an hour to stab and scratch, very restless.

Harry ignored him, and continued to train and attend classes step by step. After being locked up by the professor at night, he put on the sorting hat and set off to the principal's office.

On the Marauder's Map, Dumbledore's footsteps were restless.

Saying the password, Harry opened the door and walked in.

"Harry? Today is not Monday, and it is very late now." Dumbledore said in a surprised tone, "And if you are worried about the prom, you should go to Professor McGonagall for extra lessons."

Almost the moment he caught Dumbledore's breath, the magic wrapped around Harry's wrist dissipated.

"Huh?" Dumbledore was taken aback, he reacted greatly, his eyes were as sharp as eagles for a moment, looking at Harry's wrist.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked without changing his expression.

Dumbledore shook his head hesitantly, looked repeatedly, and repeatedly confirmed: "Illusion, I seem to have misunderstood something just now."

Harry nodded and sat down familiarly: "I came to you because I have something to talk about."

"What's the matter?" Dumbledore nodded, sat opposite him, waved his wand, and a glass of milk appeared in front of him.

Harry picked up his glass and took a sip: "Recently, I asked Skeeter to help me collect information, and I may find the location of a Horcrux."

Dumbledore was taken aback for a moment, and his tone was somewhat questionable: "Rita Skeeter?"

Harry nodded.

"How can you convince her?" Dumbledore was surprised, "She doesn't look like a righteous person."

"I just told her about how Senior Tom liked to drill into the women's bathroom when he was in school." Harry said blankly, "It's just a small thing, I thought she would like it, after all, it's a gimmick, but she seemed frightened gone."

Dumbledore opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, and finally heaved a long sigh: "Poor Skeeter."

"What did she find?"

Harry nodded: "Senior Tom's mother is from the Gaunt family."

"I'm thinking maybe there's a clue in Gaunt's old house, in Little Hangletonshire."

As he spoke, he paused: "I also asked her to pay attention to the massacre of the Gunter family. I doubt it has anything to do with senior Tom."

"You and I thought about going together." Dumbledore nodded, "I'm also suspecting this, but I'm a little busy today, so I decided to go and have a look, and you came here."

Harry's eyes darkened.

He thought of the sentence in that letter, "Go to Albus on Thursday night and tell him that you want to set off with him", an extremely accurate prophecy.

Can prophecy do this?

"I'll go with you." He said slowly, with a firm tone.

Since the first prophecy hit, the following things should be treated with more caution.

"You have lessons tomorrow." Dumbledore shook his head, "and Tom may have arranged some there."

Harry cut him off: "You think I'm going to hold you back?"

Dumbledore was taken aback, and shook his head slightly: "Of course not, it's just that maybe I can come back tonight, maybe a long time, I don't want you to miss the Christmas ball, it's a very memorable day for you and Miss Granger."

Harry looked at him: "Then we can go a few days later?"

"It's just a few days, there's no rush."

Dumbledore said softly: "You are not such a 'causing trouble' person."

With a blank expression on his face, Harry raised his hand and brushed his hair up: "I don't think I'm causing trouble."

"I can occasionally feel the scar heating up during this period, but it is very weak. Occlumency is very useful. It protects my brain, but if the trouble is not eradicated, it will never make me feel at ease."

"Is there a way to solve the Horcrux trouble?"

Dumbledore sighed and didn't speak, but his attitude showed everything.

Horcruxes are extremely advanced black magic, a field he has never set foot in. What's more, for more than ten years, Horcruxes have almost merged with Harry's soul. Occlumency is the only way he can think of for the time being.

"If I had discovered it earlier 14 years ago, maybe it would have been resolved." Dumbledore said in a tone of shame.

Harry shook his head, his voice firm: "It's no good to immerse yourself in the past, we have to find a way to solve it now."

"If there is Voldemort's Horcrux in Gaunt's old house, it will be a good opportunity. We may be able to study something from it."

Dumbledore thought about it, and nodded slowly: "Then after the ball, on December 27th, you should have a day to date Miss Granger."

Harry paused: "Professor Dumbledore, you can help me."

"I'm just a bad old man, how can I help you?" Dumbledore shook his head with a smile.

"Tell me the story of you and your old lover?" Harry asked naturally, "Maybe it can give me some inspiration and experience?"

Dumbledore paused, and his smile gradually subsided: "Harry, maybe, maybe one day I will tell you these things slowly, but not now, I'm not ready yet."

Harry finished the milk in the glass: "That old lover of yours seems to be a fortune teller? Is he very good, how about Professor Beatrilawney?"

Dumbledore didn't pay attention to the personal pronouns Harry used. He nodded, feeling a little nostalgic: "He is very powerful. Sybil can open her third eye, but she can only meet certain conditions under certain circumstances. Fate will favor her once. , speak the prophecy through her mouth."

"But he."

"He can almost be said to be the spokesperson of fate. He himself has a pair of third eyes, which can capture the traces of fate."

Harry nodded expressionlessly, "It's really him."

Dumbledore was taken aback.

"Professor, when you were young, it was much more exciting than I thought." Harry put down his glass.

Dumbledore nodded in response: "Yeah, it's wonderful."

"Then we'll see you on the 27th?" Harry got up to bid him farewell.

Dumbledore waved to him: "Harry, you have to leave some thoughts for me, an old man."

Harry didn't speak, Fox cooed and flew to Harry's head and squatted down.

The Sorting Hat translated for it: "Fox asks you when you'll make another deal, it doesn't have much rations left."

"That's ten pounds!" Harry said emphatically.

Fox tilted his head, embarrassed to make a rattling noise.

"It's so delicious, I can't control my mouth." The Sorting Hat continued to translate.

Harry took Fox off, stuffed it back into its nest, looked at Dumbledore, expressionless: "Professor, you can't be too presumptuous with yourself, let alone your phoenix, ten pounds, that's A good ten pounds."

"It's only been a month."

Before the first round of the competition, they had made a deal, and those materials were still lying in the Sorting Hat. Harry was going to study new potions with Professor Snape after Christmas.

There are not many materials, and he has always planned to save some.

Now it seems that there is no need.

Dumbledore muttered, and Fawkes also cried out in grievance.

"After Christmas, you have to give Aunt Petunia time to rest." Without using the Sorting Hat to translate, Harry heard what it wanted to express, and raised his hand to stroke its head. "Rations are not created out of thin air."

Fox sighed.

On December 25th, under the anticipation of all the little wizards, Christmas finally came.

The snow fell heavily, and the whole castle was wrapped in a vast expanse of white.

The three schools had a friendly match before the second round. The little wizards who did not become warriors were preparing for a snowball fight. They were making a lot of noise, and the sky turned dark, and the time for the party finally arrived.

Harry changed into his red-and-gold-trimmed tuxedo and put on the stag brooch.

Carefully, George and Fred cast beauty spells on him and straightened his hair. Originally they wanted to cover up the scars, but several senior little witches chirped and offered advice, thinking that it was unnecessary.

Harry's scar was not terrible, and it gave him a wild charm that ordinary wizards, not even Krum, could have.

After being fiddled with by more than a dozen people, Harry finally got dressed.

Ron poked his head and looked around the lounge, but the missing figure hadn't appeared yet: "What's wrong with Hermione, why is she as slow as Ginny, she wasn't like this before."

"Girls need to dress up." Lavender pushed Ron slightly, "And Hermione is different, she is also the dance partner of the Warrior, so naturally she should be more cautious."

"Trust me, it will amaze you boys."

They were yelling.

There was a sound of footsteps on the stairs leading to the girls' dormitory.

Harry looked up, and the others followed.

Hermione Granger came out from inside. She was wearing light makeup, slightly embellished with hibiscus, her hair was pulled up and fixed with a hairpin in the style of a crystal crown, and she was wearing a light purple robe, which was as smooth as water waves, As she walked, faint ripples of starlight overflowed.

The waist is straightened, the dark circles under the eyes are removed, and the skin that is somewhat dull due to staying up late becomes smooth and delicate.

"Hermione?" George exclaimed.

Hermione nodded slightly: "It's me."

Fred pinched his brother's face: "Oh my God, it's unbelievable that you have changed enough at the beginning of school, but today."

Lavender was confident, walked over, and took Hermione's hand: "Of course, Hermione is the heroine today, and she should be like this."

Hermione was not used to wearing high heels, and with Lavender's support, she walked cautiously until she reached Harry's side. Lavender took Hermione's hand and handed it to Harry: "Mr. Miss Lanjie belongs to you, treat her well."

"Of course, it's my responsibility." Harry solemnly took Hermione's hand and let her take his own.

They leave from the lounge.

Along the way, Harry and Hermione almost attracted everyone's attention.

Regardless of the status of the warriors or their attire, they are like the bright moon among the vast stars.

At the entrance of the auditorium, many people gathered.

Krum and his dance partner didn't seem to know each other very well. The two stood restrained. Fleur was holding an unknown handsome boy on his arm. In the crowd, there was still a resentful gaze staring at him.

Malfoy stood alone, without a partner.

He was wearing a dark green tuxedo, with a "Dragon" star brooch on his chest, his chest proudly upright, standing straight but elegant.

Dumbledore was nowhere to be seen, and he didn't have Maxim's striking size, but Karkaroff was easy to spot, he stood out.

He was the only one in tatters among all the people.

On the tuxedo, there were cat cat bite marks, owl claw marks, and even hairsprayed with hairspray, there was a faint smell of poultry feces—it was none other than Hedwig, Boss and their Group of friends.

Crookshanks is smart.

It did not choose to harass every day, but brought the most fatal blow at the most critical time.

Professor McGonagall stood at the front side of the auditorium, waving at Harry: "Warriors, come to me."

They walked over and stood up according to the results.

McGonagall smiled and looked at Harry and Hermione with satisfaction in her eyes: "You should dress up more, don't just study all day long."

(End of this chapter)