Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 198 Harry Beat the Professor Again

Harry's fist was heavy enough to wake him up.

After the potion took full effect and healed his wounds, he walked out of the old house.

Harry carefully wrapped the ring with Transfiguration, not even daring to throw it into the Sorting Hat. Instead, he took the pocket of the motorcycle and put it in alone, for fear that this thing would cause any unexpected surprises. disaster.

They go out of the house.

The hat parked obediently in front of the door, and even used the magic spell carried by the motorcycle itself to clean up the stains on his body, as if it had been staying here all the time, quiet and obedient, it was a good motorcycle.

"Not seen." Harry patted it.

The Sorting Hat immediately replied: "Of course not, I was very careful and pressed the previous one."

Halfway through the speech, it sensed something was wrong, and its voice became flustered: "Hey, Harry, I didn't go out and run around in a showy manner like the little wizard!"

"Well, I know, you have been staying here very well." Harry nodded perfunctorily, helping Dumbledore onto the motorcycle.

"Of course, I am a very responsible hat, um, now I should say that I am a, oh, no, a very responsible motorcycle?" the Sorting Hat muttered, it is now considering the matter of self-awareness. A very serious question.

But soon it left these things behind, the Big Four didn't leave it with the brain capacity to think about these issues, and it doesn't matter whether it's a hat or a motorcycle, as long as it can show off to Godric.

"What happened to Albus?" It cared more about that than that.

Dumbledore looked weak, pale, and his robes were stained with ashes, blood, and something strange that looked like vomit.

"You know, I'm getting older." Harry also stepped up, keeping his feet carefully, "I fell when I was going upstairs, and almost threw my brain out."

"I think it might be the stomach." The hat flashed its headlights a few times, and flew up smoothly, "Do you want to go somewhere else?"

"Go back." Harry said, looking at Gaunt's old house.

Perhaps, one night a few months ago.

Senior Tom was also like this, standing at the door, looking up in the direction of Hogwarts.

What was he thinking, what would he be thinking?
The hat took off and practiced all day, making it completely familiar with its new body, flying in the air freely, high speed but stable, at least not like it was at the beginning, occasionally stunned by surprise.

By the time they flew back to Hogwarts, it was already dark.

There are many little wizards outside the castle. They are having a snowball fight excitedly. This is the most lively Christmas in Hogwarts history. Most of the little wizards did not choose to go home after the Yule Ball. Anyway, the most important thing is to go home. Christmas is over.

It's better to stay in school. There are not many opportunities to play unscrupulously in the castle without studying like this.

in the principal's office.

As soon as they got in through the window, before Dumbledore sat down, he couldn't wait to say: "Harry, take the things out."

Harry ignored him, waved his wand, and the Patronus flew out.

After hesitating for a moment, he still picked up Snape among the notified personnel. Although in his eyes, Snape was no less dangerous than Dumbledore, he might be the same as this 100-year-old man. Lost my mind after seeing that ring.

But as the only black magic master in the school, it is necessary to call him here.

"You don't believe me." Dumbledore sighed, sat down by the wall, looked at the Sorting Hat and talked endlessly, sharing with Godric how he felt about going out today.

"I trust you." Harry shook his head and took out his pocket, "but I don't trust your brain."

Dumbledore was taken aback: "What's the difference?"

"That's a nearly 100-year obsession." Harry looked at him with a calm tone, "It's really great that you can do this to this extent. There is only one last step left, and I can't let you fall short."

Controlling desire is the most difficult thing.

As for Dumbledore, he insisted on it day after day for more than 100 years, shrinking himself in this small house and not indulging it.

He is not weak, he has been firm.

Of course, just to control his own desire, he almost exhausted all his strength, and he seemed a little powerless in other aspects.

After knowing the past, Harry was even a little embarrassed to scold him again.

"You're praising me." Dumbledore was a little surprised. "This is really rare. I should take a picture as a souvenir."

He wasn't finished yet.

The door was knocked in panic, and before the people in the room could answer, the people outside couldn't wait to push the door and walk in.

"Minerva?" Dumbledore was a little surprised.

Mag said with a straight face: "Harry said that you suddenly lost your mind and wanted to do stupid things. You were beaten up before you woke up. He was a little worried about you, so he asked me to come and help."

Dumbledore froze for a moment, looking at Harry with a face full of surprise.

Is that how you use your Patronus to spread the word?

"You believe Harry?" He took a deep breath.

McGonagall nodded: "Harry has always been very credible, and"

She looked deeply at her principal: "Nothing you do will surprise people."

Dumbledore sighed, pulled his beard, and began to reflect, was he really so unreliable?

"So this thing is true?" McGonagall frowned, "You were really beaten by Harry. I mean, you really almost did something stupid, what stupid thing?"

She didn't really believe Dumbledore would do such a thing.

It was just that Harry spoke up, giving the matter some credibility.

She was also sure that Harry could indeed do something to beat up the headmaster - he hadn't beaten up the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year, and now it seemed that it was transferred to Headmaster Dumbledore.

"Let's talk about it when they all come over." Dumbledore nodded.

Mag sat down at the side, and didn't wait long. The other three deans came one after another, and their faces were very serious.

They have been with Dumbledore long enough, they all know some past events more or less, and they all know what kind of person Dumbledore is.

It sounds ridiculous, but it's not impossible.

Dumbledore poured a drink for each of them, gave Harry a glass of whiskey in return, and slowly told them what happened when they went out today.

"The child of the mysterious man?" Flitwick was surprised, "Does he seem to be someone who will have children?"

Sprout held his head: "That's a child, even the mysterious man is no exception, he is over 70, he is considered an old man."

Meg wanted to get involved too.

Snape's tone was cold: "Is it important whether he has children? The point is the Horcrux."

"Something so irresistible to Albus."

Dumbledore looked at Harry and said firmly, "Harry, take it out, I promise it won't be like this afternoon."

Harry looked at Snape, opened the pocket, and with a flick of his wand, the box flew out.

It opened slowly, revealing the ring inside.

The breath of magic is surging.

While several people looked at it, their expressions were dull at the same time.

Professor Sprout reacted the least, and she was almost immediately free of the spell.

Dumbledore's expression was dull, he was still deep in the illusion, this time it was slightly better than last time, he could control his body, not to reach out, not to touch the ring, but he didn't want to get out of the fantasy .

Even if it was just a hallucination, he wanted to see Arianna more often.

Snape struggled.

His reaction was much more complicated than Harry thought. He was completely different from Dumbledore. There was longing on his face, that kind of eager longing, but it was more remorse, guilt, wanting to raise his hand but not daring, he I opened and closed my lips, but I just couldn't pronounce the words with those two syllables.

To his surprise, McGonagall and Flitwick's reaction in front of the ring was also a bit bad.

They failed to resist the spell as easily as Professor Sprout, but fell into it like Dumbledore and Snape, with nostalgia and sighs in their eyes, and even Snape had other emotions that hindered him.

But the two of them didn't, only the desire to be aroused, they both stretched out their hands and touched the ring.

"Professor Sprout!" Harry cried, drawing out his wand and pointing at the ring.

"Don't worry." Sprout nodded, spilled a handful of seeds from his pocket, and waved his wand.

Grow fast!
The seeds matured immediately, and a large bundle of devil vines crawled out, binding the other professors.

Harry casts a spell, trying to break the spell on the ring.

This spell was clumsy, but the way it was cast was very clever. After a lot of effort, Flitwick broke free from the devil vine and continued to reach for the ring. Professor Sprout was hesitating whether to release the bite It was only when the kale was picked up that Harry tackled it, dissipating in a puff of smoke.

"Harry." Dumbledore sighed, with a hint of complaint in his tone.

Harry waved his wand again.

Blue wind chime-like flames gushed out, pushing back the devil vines little by little, making them curl up in a small corner under the chair.

"This is the Horcrux that made Dumbledore almost do stupid things?" Mag woke up, and she realized what stupid things she had just done, her face was ashamed and slightly flushed.

in the box.

Although the curse was lifted, the black gemstone still exuded a faint deceptive aura.

"There is a very vicious curse on it." Snape's face was cold, and his face was even uglier. Although he was talking about the situation of the ring, his eyes could not help but fall on Harry, "Whoever wears the ring will be punished." Cursed to hurt."

"At least I don't have a solution."

Dumbledore was silent, and after a while, he slowly said: "I can solve it before it takes effect, but if it takes effect, I don't think I can do anything about it."

"Then get rid of it," Harry urged.

Dumbledore raised his wand.

The ring floated up, and layer after layer of sludge-like black liquid was peeled off from the ring, and the evil aura also slowly subsided.

After a while, the "curse" was visibly dispelled by the naked eye.

Dumbledore picked it up, played with it in his hand, his eyes hesitated, and he still wanted to put the ring on tentatively.

Harry pressed his hand: "Professor, wait."

(End of this chapter)