Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 20 Hermione: I Think You're Wearing Pants

Harry hesitated, continuing to rummage through the hat, especially the lining.

The Sorting Hat twisted and roared: "I am clean, I have never been as clean as I am now in the past 1000 years, inside and out!"

"Put me on!"

"It was you who threw me at the bathroom door, what do you dislike now?"

Reluctantly, Harry put on his hat.

"You are really outstanding." The Sorting Hat couldn't wait, and whispered in his ear, "And you also have the courage to stand up for your friends, ah, what a praiseworthy thing."

"I have to figure out how to make it into a song."

"Stop talking nonsense, talk about business." Harry rolled his eyes.

"It's really boring, Gryffindor likes to hear me sing." The Sorting Hat sighed, "Okay, let's get down to business."

"I originally planned to wait until you were at least in the third grade before telling you about the trial."

"But you have proved yourself now. You are courageous but not reckless, determined but not too shrewd. The strong do not draw their swords against the weak. This is the philosophy of Gryffindor."

"And you succeeded, first grade, solo, killing a giant monster..."

"Speak directly." Harry, weakly, interrupted it again.

The Sorting Hat muttered, "I'm just praising you, impatient little wizard."

"The first of the Gryffindor trials."

"You need to enter the Slytherin common room and take the portrait of Slytherin - the content of the second trial is on the back of the portrait."

Harry's face turned green.

"Isn't it a surprise?" The Sorting Hat teased, "This is really a genius idea."

"Who would have thought that Gryffindor would arrange the test of his successor in the common room of the house founded by the man who hated him most in Slytherin?"

Harry rubbed his face hard: "This is really a problem."

"Yes." The Sorting Hat pointed its tip, "Gryffindor said that courage is not a rare quality, but courage without brains is recklessness."

"But smart people often have a harder time developing courage."

Harry agreed with that statement.

Smart people...know how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. They may not lack courage, but rationality tells them to stop losses in time.

"How to get into Slytherin's lounge, you need to use your brain. Let me tell you, Slytherin is probably the most xenophobic..." The Sorting Hat continued.

Harry took off his hat expressionlessly.

Ron looked at Harry eagerly: "What is the content of the trial?"

He paused: "Can you let me know?"

"You impolite brat, I haven't finished my sentence yet," the Sorting Hat yelled.

Harry poked it: "You are too long-winded. You have been in the office for a long time, and no one talks, so you have a strong desire to talk?"

Before the Sorting Hat snapped back, it was poked by Ron again: "So, can I know the content of the trial?"

"I can only tell qualified people about the content of the trial." The Sorting Hat shook his head, "But I can't control the thoughts of the successors, I'm just a hat."

Ron understood, turned his head, and looked at Harry eagerly again.

"I only know the first item now." Harry had no taboos. It would be beneficial for him to have one more person to know about this kind of thing, and to think from another angle. "I have to find a way to get into the Slytherin common room."

Ron was taken aback, looking at the hat in disbelief.

What kind of test is this?

"Then what do you think now?" He frowned and thought for a while, but he couldn't find a way. He turned his head and looked at Ha who had undressed, picked up new clothes, and was about to go to the bathroom. profit.

Harry shook his head: "My idea now is to take a shower, do you want to go together?"

Ron was startled: "Don't you want to test?"

"It's seven years." Harry shook his head. "There's no rush for this thing. I'll meet Hermione tomorrow and discuss it together. I'm too tired today."

"Oh, you still have to tell her about this?" Ron was stunned for a moment, feeling a little sour in his heart—it wasn't the kind of emotional jealousy, it was just the only friend of the Savior, and now that he was going to become the only one, he wouldn't have that particularity. .

Harry nodded: "Of course, she's smart."

"I think I'm enough to help you," Ron muttered.

Harry sighed: "I don't know who it is today. I asked him to bring the professor here, but he even forgot what I said."

Ron blushed and begged, "Oh, no, Harry."

"Aren't you going to take a shower? Then I'll go alone." Harry shook the clothes in his hand.

Ron rummaged through the boxes: "Wait, I'm going too."

They went down to the fifth floor, and the bathroom was there. It was too late, and there were not many people. In a relatively quiet environment, Harry let out a long sigh of relief as he soaked in the warm water.

Too many things happened today.

Even though he was a demon hunter, he was only 11 years old after all, so he was exhausted physically and mentally.

What worried him the most was the spell of love.

Harry was in a daze. For half a year, until today's conversation with Dumbledore, he had a solid sense of belonging that he was indeed a part of this world.

parents?
Witchers don't have that kind of thing.

Harry dunked himself into the pool, gurgling and spitting bubbles, and Ron began to worry that he might be drowning, and struggled to shake his head out.

After washing, I went back and fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.

There was no holiday for Halloween, and there were classes the next day - Potions on Friday.

Snape was rare, he didn't take too much aim at Harry, and only deducted five points lightly.

Wait for the course to end.

They went to the school infirmary on the second floor and were about to visit Hermione. When they passed by Professor McGonagall's office, Harry stopped and asked Ron to wait for him for a while.

After entering, after a while, he came out immediately.

"What's wrong?" Ron returned the bag to Harry.

Harry's tone was relaxed: "Go and receive confinement, this time it's only half a month."

Ron's voice couldn't help but get louder: "You just finished the last time!"

"And you saved Hermione, Professor McGonagall will give you..."

Harry waved his hand: "Keep your voice down, this is to protect me——Professor Snape was also there yesterday, and you heard it too, he wants to put me in confinement."

Ron bit his lip and tutted loudly: "I knew that Professor Snape is definitely not a good person."

Harry didn't contradict him.

Soon to the school infirmary.

Madam Pomfrey was busy, when she saw Harry and the others coming in, she immediately put down the things in her hands, and hurriedly asked, "Why are you two feeling unwell?"

"No, we're here to see Hermione Granger," Harry replied.

Madam Pomfrey frowned a little: "It's inside."

She went forward and led the way.

"How's Hermione's injury?" Harry asked.

Madam Pomfrey said: "Lie down for another day, and I can go back on Saturday night. Her injury is not affected by magic power, and it is easy to treat."

As she spoke, she opened the curtain: "Miss Granger, someone is here to visit you."

Hermione, who was half-sitting on the bed, was startled, and turned her head to look over: "Harry, Ron, are you here?"

"Sorry." Harry said blankly, "Yesterday..."

Hermione shook her head: "It's me who should say I'm sorry. If it wasn't for you, I might have died when the troll's stick fell. You saved me."

"Look at your expression." Harry looked back, pulled the stool over and sat down, "I didn't sleep last night, did it hurt?"

Hermione shook her head. She was indeed haggard, with dark yellow skin and dark circles under her eyes: "I was thinking about something."

"Another ten points have been deducted from Gryffindor because of me."

Harry raised his eyebrows: "Didn't Professor McGonagall add another [-] points later?"

"The twenty points are yours." Hermione emphasized, "It has nothing to do with me."

Ron made up the knife silently: "Not only points are deducted, but also half a month of confinement."

Hermione was startled, and took a breath: "Half a month of confinement?"

"Yes, just now, when passing by Professor McGonagall's office." Ron added.

Hermione's face was even more guilty: "I'm sorry, Harry..."

"There's nothing to be sorry about." Harry shook his head, "If it was you, would you be willing to help me at that time?"

Hermione nodded firmly, "Of course."

Harry spread his hands, "That's all right."

Hermione lowered her head, she was not only troubled by this matter.

Harry glanced at Ron: "Don't you have something to say to Hermione?"

Ron froze, clenched his fists.

Harry raised his hand and patted the back of his head lightly: "Say it quickly."

Ron hesitated - he typed the draft all day yesterday, but after sleeping, he forgot all about it, and now he can only speak dryly: "Yes... I'm sorry, Hermione, I shouldn't have said such heavy words yesterday. "

Hermione shook her head: "No, you're quite right."

"is my problem."

Speaking of this, she paused, her voice choked up: "It's just that I still can't understand it, after all, it's the school's rules."

Harry waved his wand, and the towel on the bedside table flew over and fell into Hermione's hands: "Rules are dead, but people are alive."

"You violated the school rules, and the punishment you get is just deducting points."

Ron added: "Perhaps there will be detention."

Harry rolled his eyes at him, and continued: "This shows that at Hogwarts, the school rules are just a very light constraint. When you want to do something out of the ordinary, it is used to remind you whether you have the courage, the ability I didn't think about it and bear the consequences of this matter."

"It's only representative of the House in a way, Hermione, but it's not the most important thing."

Hermione froze for a moment.

Harry's tone was gentle, "The most important thing is not the regulations, but the connection between people."

When these words came out of his mouth, he himself felt a little ridiculous.

Witchers are emotionless monsters.

The expression in Hermione's eyes gradually became firm: "Thank you, Harry, I think I understand."

Harry nodded, clapped his hands, and restrained his expression: "Then let's talk about the next thing. The Sorting Hat told me about the trial yesterday. The first level is to enter the Slytherin lounge and take something away. , do you have any ideas?"

Hermione froze for a moment, with a flustered expression on her face, a little caught off guard: "Oh...you let me think about it."

Just now I was talking about such tender comfort.

Now suddenly such a pragmatic topic is brought up.

In addition, she was lying on the bed - Hermione suddenly had a sense of déjà vu, looking at Harry, wearing pants neatly.

　I hope you can support me.

　　If you think there is a problem, please criticize severely, thank you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)