Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 190 Put on clothes quickly
Being a teenager is a great time.

Mag looked at them, his eyes seemed to reflect his appearance when he was fifteen or sixteen years old.

Harry's change made her most satisfied.

Dressed in a gown, with smooth hair and a gentle appearance, he looks like the best student at Hogwarts—the previous appearance made her feel that Harry was more like an excellent knight, and he and the castle The armor furnishings in the book are not obtrusive together.

So did Hermione.

She looks cute, but she doesn't like to dress up. She's really a stranger.

Snape was standing in the corner, he couldn't see Harry's face, he was looking at the distance from the right back, his eyes were gentle, looking at the person next to Harry, his eyes reflected a figure of fifteen or sixteen years old.

The other students walked into the auditorium led by the professors.

Unlike in the past, there were no longer four long tables in the auditorium, but round tables. After all the students were seated, Professor McGonagall walked in with the three warriors and their dance partners.

in all eyes.

They stepped on the red carpet and walked slowly, amidst the little tunes hummed by the Sorting Hat.

George and Fred, arm in arm with their female companions, poked their heads, ready to move and eager to try. They wanted so much to hum that extremely famous piano piece at this moment.

But dare not.

This would definitely be hung and spanked by Harry and Hermione.

They walked to the end of the auditorium, where there was a larger round table, where the referees and professors sat together, and six seats were vacant in the most prominent position, obviously reserved for them.

"Warriors, please sit down." McGonagall walked to Dumbledore, where she was seated.

Harry did his part, led Hermione, and sat down on the seat farthest from Karkaroff. Fleur regretted that the high heels she was wearing were not as convenient as Harry's, so she had to leave her partner behind and grab the third place. far seat.

Karkaroff wasn't having a good night.

Even Fawkes gave him a paw and burned the sleeves of his dress - the Restoring Charm couldn't fix it, he could barely make half of it with Transfiguration.

And the smell of poultry feces on his body has never dissipated.

Even if he keeps waving his wand at himself and saying "clean up", it's just removing those unsightly pickles. I don't know how Crookshanks and Hedwig did it.

Everyone at the table disliked him a little.

The cubs have even begun to spread rumors that "Karkaroff likes to sleep in the chicken coop".

Dumbledore stood up and talked nonsense. He missed his youth very much tonight, and it took longer than usual before announcing dinner.

The Hufflepuffs and Ron couldn't wait a long time ago, but the table was empty, no food popped up, only a small golden menu suddenly appeared, placed in the hands of the little wizards.

Dumbledore picked up the menu, thought carefully, and after a while, was about to speak.

Mag interrupted him ruthlessly: "Please don't talk about the pile of cockroaches, and there should be no such unsightly things at the Christmas ball."

Dumbledore sighed, and after thinking for a while, he reluctantly pronounced a word: "Porkchop."

A steaming fried pork chop immediately appeared on his plate.

This made the eyes of the Hufflepuffs and Ron brighten.

You can order food tonight, no need to look for what you want to eat on the table full of food!
The auditorium suddenly became lively.

"Harry, you look great tonight," Dumbledore said, complimenting him, "You should have done this long ago."

Mag nodded, agreeing very much.

"It's too troublesome." Harry said blankly, ordering a mediocre steak for himself, "I wasted more than an hour today just for this look."

"Even if it doesn't need to be so formal." Fu Rong interrupted, "How about dressing up in normal times?"

"Both of you, especially Miss Granger, I have to admit that you are indeed beautiful."

Harry shook his head: "It's not suitable for fighting. It feels like your clothes will tear if you roll over, and you can't resist a spell."

Fleur was taken aback, and Krum also looked over with surprise in his eyes.

Why would you consider fighting?

This is at school.

McGonagall looked a little unnatural, and she coughed lightly: "Hogwarts is safe, Mr. Potter just feels a little insecure."

Harry nodded: "Professor McGonagall is right."

Karkaroff curled his lips, and Maxim grinned.

The meal was relaxed, with a few glasses of gin, and the four young men chatting happily - Fleur and Krum's dance partner, barely there, looked out of place at the table.

Krum introduced Durmstrang to them, and Fleur introduced Beauxbatons.

As they said that, the two of them quarreled, and they both felt that their school was better.

Dumbledore was joking with the professors, the kind of little white rabbit, Hermione finally realized what Dumbledore was going to say that day, gave the old and disrespectful headmaster a vicious look, then looked at Harry, it was still him Well, serious, no such nonsense.

The dinner ended with the wow of the Hufflepuffs.

Dumbledore asked the students to stand up, and with a wave of his wand, the tables instantly became dance floor decorations.

The teacher's seat was raised to become a stage, and the wizards' most famous eccentric sister band took the stage-although the eight members of this band were all men, unlike the band's name, their performance style was very quiet.

The dance music is quiet, and a small river flows out like water.

Harry held out his hand to Hermione, who shyly put her hand in his.

The two of them walked onto the dance floor.

As if Krum and Fleur had just realized it, they politely called their partners and walked onto the dance floor together.

Dancing is outside of Harry and Hermione's skill tree.

Even during this period of time, they have been pointed out by Professor McGonagall several times, but they are still very unfamiliar. Hermione is still wearing high heels and a dress that looks a little troublesome. They hug each other and dance stumblingly, far less than the other two. Warriors are so natural.

But almost all eyes are on them.

Fleur and Krum were too polite, they and their dance partners were on point, and it was even visible that they resisted.

Only this pair of them, even if they are young and immature, they seem to be integrated in the dance music, they enjoy this time, and also enjoy this clumsiness.

Wait until the dance is over.

Hermione complained slightly, but with a strong smile on her face: "Harry, I'm so terrible that I stepped on you several times."

"Luckily it's the upper, not the heel." Harry nodded.

Hermione thumped his chest lightly: "The heels are not the slender kind, I can't even walk in those kind of shoes."

Ron came excitedly, stopped abruptly in the middle, retracted his steps, waited for the second dance song to start, and danced with Lavender.

until the end of the third.

Hermione was so tired that she was weak, and with Harry's support, she sat down beside her.

Ron hesitated, and walked over with Lavender to sit down.

"You dance so well." Before Ron could speak, Lavender praised excitedly.

Hermione smiled and shook her head: "We are very clumsy."

"It's that kind of feeling." Lavender shook his head, his eyes sparkling, "Professor Trelawney predicted that you are a perfect match, and it really is."

Ron couldn't hold back: "I don't think anyone can't see it."

"But Professor Trelawney made a prophecy a long time ago." Lavender turned back and looked at Ron.

Ron shook his head: "We only started divination classes in the third grade."

Lavender turned back in a daze, and looked at Harry and Hermione in bewilderment. They were like this before the third year?
Fleur was a little unwilling to give up. Seeing Hermione sit down, she came to invite Harry, but she was resolutely rejected.

One after another, other witches and wizards also came over, most of them wanted to invite Harry, and a few fish that slipped through the net wanted to invite Hermione.

Ron hadn't been able to speak to them properly.

Harry put his head next to Hermione's ear: "How's your rest?"

"It's okay." Hermione blushed, nodded slightly, and sneaked her head closer, "Do you want to go out for a walk?"

Harry nodded, took out his wand, and tapped Hermione's shoe lightly.

High heels instantly transform into flats.

They walked out of the auditorium holding hands, Ron tried to follow, and was dragged back to the dance floor by Lavender.

George and Fred also persuaded their younger brother earnestly.

The yard outside the auditorium has also been remodeled. In the garden, roses are blooming against the seasons, shining with a faint luster like stars, and there are clusters of low bushes, which have the texture of oil paintings.

"Professor Sprout's magic?" Hermione leaned over curiously, and a clump of light purple roses immediately bloomed for her.

"Fairy Rose." Harry nodded, "That's what the professor named it. It is a plant with strong vitality, and it will bloom in different colors depending on the owner's clothing."

He also walked over.

A cluster of flower buds wobbled, seeming to be in a bit of a dilemma. After a while, a small half of them turned into golden red, a small half of them turned into emerald-like color, and the rest turned into amber.

"It's amazing." Hermione's eyes sparkled.

Harry took a small sack from the Sorting Hat and shaded her eyes.

"This is?" Hermione turned her head and looked at him suspiciously.

"The seed of the fairy rose." Harry smiled and said, "Professor Sprout gave it to me. I have never raised it before. Maybe we can try to grow it together from now on."

"Of course." Hermione agreed bluntly.

They continued down the path.

Harry stopped suddenly.

Hermione bumped into the crook of his arm.

"Anyone?" Hermione lowered her voice.

Harry nodded, took out the invisibility cloak, and put it on: "Professor Snape and Karkaroff."

Hermione was taken aback, remembering the information Rita brought not long ago.

Snape used to be a Death Eater, and so was Karkaroff. Now that they are together, what is their plan?
They sneaked past.

"Severus, why are you still so leisurely!" When they approached, Karkaroff's gnashing of teeth and somewhat anxious growl came to his ears, "I have sent you invitations several times, why do you keep declining?" ?”

Snape's tone was cold: "Meet the person who reported me? Mr. Karkaroff, I'm not that magnanimous."

"That's just self-preservation, and I know you'll be fine." Karkaroff softened his tone.

Snape sneered: "Clear? Then you knew that Dumbledore would save me because of my status as a master of potions?"

Karkaroff tilted his head unnaturally: "It doesn't matter now, Severus, I don't know why you can still be so confident and pretend nothing happened, but you can't ignore it, since the Quidditch World Cup , over the past few months, it has become more and more obvious”

Snape's face changed: "It?"

"That person's mark." Karkaroff lowered his voice, "You don't have any."

While talking, they turned a corner.

Snape stopped, raised his wand, and waved it not far away.

The rosebushes parted, revealing two figures of white blossoms.

"Fawcett! And Stebbins!" Snape's tone was terribly cold, "This is Hogwarts, put on your clothes and go back to the castle!"

"And, ten points for Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff!"

Holding their scattered clothes, they fled into the darkness in a panic.

Hermione blushed and hugged Harry's arms even tighter.

Karkaroff took a deep breath, his face pale, his voice trembling: "Did they hear that?"

"Not everyone is Potter." Snape casually turned his head and said meaningfully.

　"Is there something wrong with making food a pet animal"

　　This is a world of magical powers.

　　The elves born in the dishes, the competition between delicacy and power, the journey under the stars, the challenge of being bonded...

　　With the memory of the former super chef, a young man came to this world full of courage and dreams.

　　"Gourmet food that hides magical power, show me your true power! I order you in the name of your imperial chef, Qin Lang—the birth of a food spirit!"

　　"...Eh? Why is there no response?!"

　　[[-] stable days, [-] have finished an old book, trustworthy]

　　
　
(End of this chapter)