Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 192 I have to show off with Godric

They stayed by the Black Lake until the ball was over.

Waiting to enter the castle.

Ron was still waiting at the door of the auditorium, and Lavender yawned and leaned aside.

"Harry, Hermione, you're back." Ron muttered, "Where have you been?"

"Go out on a date." Harry replied succinctly, "Maybe three people are not very suitable."

Ron froze for a moment, blushed and shook his head: "I didn't mean that! I didn't have that idea either, it's just that you came back a little late and missed a lot of things."

He was about to go on.

The two men approached, the light hitting their faces.

"What's the matter with you two?" Ron was surprised, "Hermione, why are you so red, are you sick?"

Lavender woke up immediately.

Ron looked at Harry, and his tone was even more surprised: "And Harry, what's the matter with you, your lip is broken, who else can hurt it?"

Lavender stomped on Ron's foot, making him yelp in pain.

"What are you doing?" Ron was a little aggrieved.

"Tell me about what happened at the ball just now." Lavender poked him again, "Don't inquire about what you shouldn't."

Ron limped behind Harry and walked towards the grand staircase together: "Harry, you really missed a lot of things."

"Miss Delacour's dance partner was beaten, pressed to the ground and beaten."

Lavender continued: "It's his girlfriend, oh, it should be said to be his ex-girlfriend."

"They originally agreed to go to the ball together, but as soon as Fleur invited him, he immediately abandoned his girlfriend. After getting drunk, he shouted that it would be great if he could let Miss Delacour be his girlfriend, but he was rejected. His ex-girlfriend heard."

"Professor Flitwick couldn't persuade him!"

"In the end, Professor McGonagall took action and sent the boy to the school infirmary."

Harry and Hermione both gasped in surprise.

Ron continued excitedly: "And Hagrid, did you meet Hagrid when you were out on a date?"

Harry shook his head.

He had noticed the breath of Hagrid and Maxim, but he didn't bother others or himself, and he didn't take Hermione there.

"That's such a pity." Ron sighed, "Hagrid didn't know what happened, but he came back crying, holding the barrel and drinking dozens of barrels, and the house-elf had to show up to give it to him. liquor."

"When I was drunk, I hugged Professor Dumbledore and cried. The weird sisters couldn't stand it anymore. They cast a silence spell on him, and it took several spells to take effect."

Hermione felt a little regretful: "Hagrid seems to have failed in his confession?"

"Confession, what confession?" Lavender's eyes lit up.

Hermione looked at Harry.

Harry replied simply: "Hagrid has a crush on a lady, can't you see that? Pretty much the whole school knows."

It's not that he didn't want to hide it for Hagrid, it's just that Hagrid's performance was a little too exaggerated.In the protection of magical animals class, Maxim's name will be mentioned more than ten times, and he will praise those rune horses vigorously, making the Thestrals who cooperate with him in class very tasty, and acting like a baby to him-the behavior of throwing hooves and tearing people, yes As far as Hagrid was concerned, it was really just acting like a baby without pain or itching.

"Ms. Maxim?" Lavender was thoughtful, she was a bit slow in this regard.

Ron thumped his hand: "That's it!"

"No wonder Professor McGonagall is not angry, and is still there to comfort him."

Lavender shook his head, his face displeased: "He should pray to Ms. Delacour first, and then confess, and Miss Delacour is very angry tonight, her dance partner has made her severely humiliated, how could she give shelter."

Harry and Hermione hesitated to speak.

Ron sighed: "I don't think Veela should have that function."

"It's just that they haven't discovered it yet!" Lavender pinched his waist, confidently, "Miss Delacour has proved everything, Veela really has this ability!"

"Harry and Hermione were both made possible by her."

Harry said calmly: "That's Hermione's credit."

Hermione blushed and took his hand.

Lavender was taken aback, and counted with his fingers: "So I was able to invite successfully because I am Hermione's roommate, and I have long been tainted with Hermione's good luck?"

Ron covered his face.

At that time, I was just worried that I didn't have a dance partner. If someone invited me, I would definitely agree to it. Lavender is not ugly. Among the little witches, she is also considered an outstanding one, but there may be some problems with the brain circuit.

She believes in divination too much, and is one of the few enthusiastic fans of Professor Trelawney in Hogwarts.

They went all the way back to the bedroom.

Hermione was a little bit reluctant to end the day, and didn't say goodbye to Harry until the flames in the fireplace became faint, and went back to the dormitory to sleep.

The next day, she got up early and waited for Harry to come back from exercising, and the two of them snuggled up by the fireplace and read a book.

Ron got up at noon and came over with his homework.

After writing for a while, he raised his head with a resentful expression on his face: "Why do I feel so wrong?"

"Illusion." Harry said succinctly.

Hermione nodded in agreement: "Do your homework well, you haven't even finished the paper for the dueling class last time."

Ron bowed his head, wanting to cry but not crying, trying to be strong.

Wait until evening.

Harry slipped out of the common room with Hermione and Ron, and found an abandoned classroom.

He took off the sorting hat and put it aside.

Then he took out the motorcycle from his pocket of the Untraceable Stretching Curse.

After preparing for so long, this mount has reached the last step.

The Sorting Hat was excited: "Harry, this day is finally coming? But please be gentle, I haven't experienced such a thing."

Harry had no expression on his face, and crushed it severely: "Does Godric know that you will say such a thing?"

Both Ron and Hermione were a little dazed.

The Sorting Hat chuckled, and propped itself up again: "Godric is like this, he's not even as serious as Salazar."

Harry took out his wand and pointed at the sorting hat: "Don't move now."

The Sorting Hat is honest and has become like an ordinary hat. As a hat that has been poured into the mind by the Big Four and will function normally after a thousand years, it is a great magic item, a spell cast by ordinary wizards, Difficult to work on it.

Even Harry, in order to copy the idea of ​​the Sorting Hat, consulted Godric and Dumbledore many times, and only dared to do it after fully understanding its structure.

Wand lightly.

A complex and ancient alchemy circle emerged, densely packed with ancient runes. Ron felt a little dizzy just looking at it.

Careful not to destroy the layers, Harry pushed the wand deep into the very core.

Like extracting memory, the magic wand was activated, pulling out a short piece of silver filament.

He whispered the spell.

An alchemy formation in the Sorting Hat was running, and after a short while, this filament would replicate another one, and sink into the core of the Sorting Hat again—this is what Gryffindor told him, in order to prevent the Sorting Hat from being damaged, it is necessary to In exchange for another hat, they cast a spell that replicates the mind.

This saved Harry a lot of time.

The thought was drawn out, and Harry carefully put it into the bottle and placed it in Hermione's hand.

Then he circled his motorcycle and activated one after another alchemy formations and one after another magic spell. Only the last core remained. With a wave of his hand, Hermione handed over the bottle.

Carefully, Harry poured his thoughts into the core.

An ancient breath merged into the motorcycle.

"Okay." Harry said softly.

The Sorting Hat immediately opened its eyes and shook its body: "Is this all right? I don't feel anything, just like being bitten by a mosquito."

As it spoke, it looked towards the motorcycle: "This is my other body?"

"Do you want to try?" Harry stretched out his hand, making an inviting gesture.

A breath flowed in the hat, rushing through time and space, pouring into the motorcycle.

With a click, the headlights flickered: "This angle of view, oh, feels a little strange, a little too bright."

"You can try the low beam." Harry stood in front of Hermione, "The high beam is a bit harsh."

"Let me think about it." The Sorting Hat replied, it hadn't quite adapted to its new body.

After a while, there was a buzz——

The throttle was twisted and it slammed into Ron.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Harry flicked his wand, and the Transfiguration Charm lifted it up.

Ron hit the wall heavily, clutching his chest, with lingering fear: "You can't do this! I treat you very well, and I usually help you take a bath."

"Sorry, I'm just a little uncomfortable." The Sorting Hat muttered, "It seems that twisting this is to run forward."

"What about this?"

A button was pressed, and a crisp and loud whistle sounded.

"Aha, that's really loud." The Sorting Hat was a little excited, "What about this one?"

Tick ​​tock, the right turn signal lights up.

"This kind of lamp? It doesn't seem to be able to illuminate it." The Sorting Hat muttered, "What's the use of this, and it's not very beautiful."

Harry introduced: "That's a turn signal, a kind of traffic rule in the world of ordinary people. You will know when you have time to take you for a ride."

The Sorting Hat nodded, and the headlight flickered: "Can you change this light to red? Red will look better."

"No." Harry politely declined it.

The Sorting Hat sighed: "Okay, how do you turn off this light?"

"Try that button." Harry raised his hand to remind.

Following his words, with the flick of a button, the harsh high beams will change to slightly softer low beams.

The Sorting Hat sighed: "This is much better, just like the sun."

Before it could finish speaking, the door opened with a bang.

"Let me see which little wizard it is." Filch laughed wildly, halfway through speaking, seeing the people in the room and a bunch of strange things, he was stunned for a while, then stammered: "Oh , Mr. Potter, why are you?"

Ron subconsciously hid aside.

"Sorry to bother you." Harry was confident, without violating the school rules at all, and he didn't feel guilty about being caught at the scene, "do a small experiment, and I will use it with Mr. Dumbledore tomorrow."

"Mr. Dumbledore?" Filch nodded, his tone softened, "Then I won't bother you."

He said, closed the door, and backed out.

Harry patted the motorcycle lightly: "I'll get used to my new body tomorrow, you're too easy to make a fuss, Filch is easy to dismiss, if you want to provoke other professors, you won't be able to use this for a while. With a new body."

The Sorting Hat muttered, "Okay, okay."

Breathing out, it's back in the hat again.

"My new body is so handsome." As soon as it opened its eyes, it opened its mouth and praised.

With a blank expression on his face, Harry put away the motorcycle, put on his hat, and was about to go back to the lounge with Hermione and the others.

"Wait!" The Sorting Hat said suddenly, "Send me to the principal's office, I want to show off with Godric."

"Tomorrow, anyway, you will come to the office tomorrow."

Harry nodded in response, pulled out the Gryffindor sword, and then drove the Patronus to send the Sorting Hat away under the moonlight.

(End of this chapter)