Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 193 What Nan?

When Harry knocked on the office door and got permission to walk in.

Dumbledore was yawning in his nightgown.

The Sorting Hat was still describing the motorcycle to Godric. Gryffindor was very envious of the low-pitched engine, the bright headlights, the streamlined aesthetic model body, and the wind-like speed.

"They kept talking about this over and over all night?" Harry said blankly.

Dumbledore stretched his waist: "Yes, we quarreled all night."

"Godric even wanted Fox to call you over and show him the bike, but Fox didn't dare."

Fenghuang yelled stiffly.

The Sorting Hat was about to translate, it flew over immediately, stepped on it, and screamed eagerly.

"When are you leaving?" Harry looked at him.

Dumbledore was taken aback, and sighed: "I plan to catch up on another sleep, you came too early."

Harry stared at him blankly: "You didn't listen to the hat's nagging last night, did you?"

Dumbledore laughed awkwardly "haha".

"Take a break and start again at noon?" Harry sat down, waved his wand, and a book in the office fell into his hand.

Dumbledore shook his head: "Harry, I'm not there yet"

"If there really are Horcruxes there, he must have set some traps." Harry opened the book and said unhurriedly, "Maybe Senior Tom will be there, and maybe a dozen Death Eaters. "

Dumbledore was about to nod.

Harry continued: "Besides, you have a bad mind. I'm afraid that if you are too sleepy, it will cause fecal stones to grow in your brain."

"That's not a good thing to say about an old man." Dumbledore shook his head and muttered, returning to his bedroom after enjoying a breakfast with more icing sugar than muffins.

There is no peace in the principal's office.

Harry couldn't even read a book if he wanted to.

A hat, a painting, and a bird urged him to release the motorcycle, and Godric couldn't help but want to take a look.

The Sorting Hat probably doesn't know as much about motorcycles as Fox does, and it's only the first time I've seen it, but Fox has seen it seven or eight times at least--Sirius' motorcycle has been in Hagrid's hands before, although Hagrid only Fantastic animals, but occasionally they will be taken out for a ride.

After all, apart from the rune horse, there is no creature in the Forbidden Forest that can match his size.

The introduction of the hat was messed up, even Godric, looking around the motorcycle, could tell that nine and a half out of ten sentences were nonsense—there was only half a sentence of truth, or it praised Harry for his superb magic .

Harry had to explain these things to three curious babies who together were going three thousand years old.

From mechanical structure to physical theory.

Godric exclaimed, this knowledge is really miraculous. Muggles have advanced to such an extent that they can develop means of transportation that can travel hundreds of miles or thousands of miles a day without relying on magic power. In his impression, Muggles still only wear clothes Clothed in sackcloth, holding a pitchfork, he grinned at himself like a cat with fried fur.

For some reason, Fox felt a little depressed.

Two or three hours later, Harry finally got some free time, but when he picked up the book again, Dumbledore came out of the bedroom before he had turned a few pages. Spire wizard hat.

"Four hours?" Harry put the book down.

Dumbledore shook his head: "I also want to sleep for a while, but I am over 100 years old, and the sleep of the elderly is like the water source in the desert, which is pitifully small."

"And invaluable," Harry added for him.

He smiled slightly and noticed the motorcycle in the office: "It's really handsome, I remember Sirius also has one?"

"It's three now, maybe four?" Harry thought of Sirius' letter a few days ago. He was found three hundred miles from the coast.

Chased him all the way until he saw him enter the sea area of ​​​​Canned, and then gave up and continued to follow him.

I originally planned to come back before Christmas, and I could also participate in the Christmas ball to see how my godson and his godson's little girlfriend behaved.

Whether he can come back years ago is a headache for him now.

"Are we going to ride this car too?" Dumbledore walked over, "Although it has been in Hagrid's hands for a few years, I haven't ridden it yet."

"I don't want to Apparate, and I don't want a Portkey, let alone a Knight Bus." Harry protested.

Dumbledore sighed: "Apparition is an excellent spell."

"Unless it is a last resort, I can't." Harry bit his words firmly.

"Ministry of Magic maybe" Dumbledore was a little worried.

Harry shook his head: "Don't worry, Uncle Arthur and I have consulted, as long as it is not seen by Muggles, it is not considered a violation of the laws of the Ministry of Magic."

Dumbledore was taken aback: "Arthur also has it?"

Harry nodded.

Dumbledore laughed: "Harry, can't you learn from Arthur and make laws for yourself?"

"Uncle Arthur knows that." Harry glanced at him. "He's also smarter than you, and he's more courageous. At least he's not afraid of the power in his hands."

Dumbledore smiled bitterly: "I shouldn't have mentioned this."

They have a good lunch in the office.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and the windows on the wall twisted and changed, and after a while, they expanded into a door. With another touch of the wand, the floor-to-ceiling windows opened, and the cold wind rushed in.

Harry and Dumbledore get on their motorcycles.

The Sorting Hat yelled, "Harry, wait, let me, let me, I want to get acquainted with this body."

While speaking, he transferred his breath to the motorcycle, and before the two riders could speak, the accelerator was turned, and there was a buzzing sound—it stopped on the spot, leaving a black brake mark with hissing.

"What's going on?" The Sorting Hat was a little surprised.

"Handbrake, you release the handbrake." Harry poked no expression on the right handlebar.

The Sorting Hat was stunned, the handbrake was released, the motorcycle roared, and it immediately rushed out of the window and rushed into the wind and snow.

Dumbledore turned back, waved his wand, and the window returned to normal.

"It's so fast, I almost didn't have time to cast the spell." Dumbledore retracted his wand, "How does it compare to the Firebolt?"

"It's about 1.5 times that under normal circumstances." Harry briefly introduced.

The Sorting Hat asked, "Is there anything abnormal?"

"Yes, but don't think about it, at least I won't tell you now." Harry patted the dashboard lightly, "Wait until you master this body proficiently."

The Sorting Hat let out an "oh", and unsettledly twisted the accelerator again.

"One more thing." Harry slapped the dashboard again.

The Sorting Hat was puzzled.

"When I get back, I'll find you a map of Great Britain and memorize it." Harry said blankly, "You flew in the wrong direction, fly south."

The motorcycle stopped in the air, and the Sorting Hat was at a loss: "Which side is Nan?"

Harry was taken aback, and he began to wonder if it was a wise choice to let the hat be his mount.

How can there be a mount that can't tell the direction.

"Harry, I was just a hat before." The Sorting Hat keenly caught Harry's leaked emotions, and immediately defended himself, "I don't need to know the direction, I don't need to know which side is south."

"But I'm very smart. I'm the smartest hat, um. Now it's also the smartest motorcycle. I can tell the left and right clearly."

Harry sighed and pointed in one direction: "Over there."

The hat immediately turned around and continued to gallop past.

It is indeed very smart. After asking Harry how to identify the direction, it learned it immediately. Although the wind and snow were too heavy, it occasionally made some small mistakes, but when Harry pointed it out, it would correct it immediately and would not make it again.

It took about half an hour to fly.

The hat suddenly realized something: "Why doesn't it feel like flying?"

"It wasn't like this when you and I were riding a flying broom. At that time, the wind was blowing and it hit your face. Is the speed of the car too slow?"

Dumbledore agrees with it on this point: "Harry, I think so too."

Harry was expressionless: "You really think so?"

One person, one car once again expressed their intentions.

Harry lightly pressed a button on the dashboard, and a spell shielding the motorcycle disappeared, and the strong wind blew up immediately, making Dumbledore grin his teeth and shake his hat, twisting his speed slow.

"Why is the wind so strong!" the Sorting Hat exclaimed.

"Shut it up." Dumbledore covered his face with one hand and his hat with the other, "Harry, shut it up."

The magic power enveloped him, and he managed to hold on, not being blown by the strong wind to break his old bones.

Harry didn't press the button again until 10 minutes later.

"The Firebolt is only going at 150 mph, this car is at 230 mph." Harry explained to them in a gentle tone, "And we're at high altitude."

The Sorting Hat firmly remembered the button: "I swear I will never touch it again."

"A little bit further east." Harry glanced at the ground. "Let's go to Little Hangleton County first."

"Didn't you go to Gaunt's old house?" Dumbledore asked, "I remember it was in Great Hangleton."

"Riddle's old house is there." Harry said calmly, "it happens to be on the way to Greater Hangleton, so it doesn't matter by the way."

He said, pressing another button.

The magic spread.

"Mafei Wizard Expelling Curse." Dumbledore sensed this magic, "There is also the Disillusionment Curse, um, there is another one"

Harry explained: "It's a spell that Uncle Arthur and I researched together. It can block some infrared shooting equipment. The shooting technology that ordinary people now have is very powerful. They even took pictures of the moon more than 100 years ago."

"And it can capture the heat of living things, just like the snake eye potion."

Dumbledore was surprised, he raised his head and looked at the sky: "The moon?"

"It's the moon." Harry nodded. "Actually, I was also surprised when I learned this from Hermione. Ordinary people are not inferior to wizards in many fields, and may even be stronger than wizards."

Dumbledore said nothing, his breath becoming heavy.

10 minute later.

Harry tapped on the dashboard: "Here we are, land soon."

The Sorting Hat manipulated the body, landed awkwardly, and stumbled. Fortunately, the expulsion spell was in effect, and there were no other vehicles on the road, and no accidents occurred.

After the hat started to really look like a motorcycle, Harry took the spell back.

After they passed a road sign that said "Welcome to Little Hangleton", they officially entered this old-looking town.

The Riddle Mansion was on a hillside not far away, and Harry could still see it clearly through the wind and snow. It was already very dilapidated.

(End of this chapter)