Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 21 Ding, Gryffindor's Mother Otter is online (please read more, please vote~)

Hermione frowned and thought for a while: "Sorry Harry, I didn't think of it now..."

The knowledge reserve of first-year little wizards is still too little, and they have only started learning magic for only two months.

"Don't worry." Harry waved his hand, "You can rest at ease."

As he spoke, he stood up.

Hermione's strange sense of déjà vu became even stronger, and she said in a strange tone, "Aren't you going to sit still?"

"You need to recuperate." Harry said softly.

Hermione nodded, but with some reluctance: "Okay, let me think about it, and discuss it when I go back tomorrow."

Harry hummed and took Ron away.

Ron hesitated to speak.

No, it shouldn't be like this.

Madam Pomfrey came over and closed the curtain again: "You two friends are so kind, if only Gryffindor could be as quiet as them..."

In the middle of speaking, she noticed the expression on Hermione's face—the little face was wrinkled, and quickly changed her words and asked, "What's the matter, Miss Granger, what's wrong?"

Physically fine, but mentally uncomfortable.

Of course Hermione didn't say anything, she tried her best to smooth her face: "Madame Pomfrey, is it the same for other people to visit patients?"

Madam Pomfrey sighed: "No, they are noisy and noisy, very lively, but this is the school infirmary."

"Patients need rest."

"It's right and best for the patient to stop, understand the condition, and leave after reassuring yourself."

"Okay, miss, now rest well."

With a bang, she went out and pulled up the curtain.

The depression that had just been born in Hermione's heart was immediately untied and dissipated because of this passage.

On Saturday, Hermione returned to the lounge.

The lion cubs looked at her with strange expressions, complex, gratified, and unbelievable—very strange, but at least they no longer ignored her as before.

"What homework did Professor Snape assign?" Hermione sat next to Harry.

Ron muttered, "The dissertation on the expansion potion, three inches long, damn it, but Harry's eight inches long."

"Hermione, I can only rely on you this time, please please."

He couldn't copy Harry's papers—the weights were all different.

As for picking the parts that can be copied - he has copied all the homework, why should he distinguish which are useless and which are useful.

Hermione looked at Ron with a calm expression: "So, do you know how to boil swelling potions?"

Although she was absent from class and couldn't see it with her own eyes, based on her knowledge of Ron, she probably wouldn't.

Ron's face froze as expected, and he muttered, "It's not my fault, Fred's second-hand crucible leaked, and its quality is not good."

"I can lend you my cauldron." Hermione raised her head. "Of course, if you think I'm not good, Harry, would you like to lend the cauldron to Ron?"

Harry, who was writing his thesis, replied without looking up, "No problem, Ron, you know where my cauldron is."

Ron laughed a few times, didn't answer, and buried his head.

Hermione glanced at the other little wizards around the table, gritted her teeth, stood up, and slapped the table hard with her good hand: "This can't go on like this."

"Ron, you, and you are all like this, you can't continue copying your homework like this!"

Her voice was very loud, and the last sentence was not only addressed to Ron, but also to other first-year wizards, and even some senior students not far away turned their gazes over and looked at her.

Seamus frowned: "Granger, are you being too lenient?"

"Harry has nothing to say."

Harry raised his head and glanced at him coldly: "It's not that I don't have any objections, I just didn't say it. It was originally intended to be only for Ron."

"After all, I can guarantee that he will be able to learn those magics."

"But Ron obviously can't stand your begging."

Ron felt guilty and turned his head to the side, not daring to meet Harry's eyes.

Seamus opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"The things you copied are not yours." Seeing Harry's help, Hermione became more courageous in her heart, and her voice became more confident, "Finnigan, except for the last time Harry helped you learn to float. Curse, can you guarantee that other spells can be successfully cast every time?"

Seamus' face froze.

"Of course, it can't be said that you are completely useless." Hermione imitated Harry and Snape's tone, with a hint of sarcasm in her tone, "When you fight with Slytherins in the future, you can put your wand into them into his nose, and then recite the spell, using it as an explosion spell."

Seamus' face became even uglier.

"What about the rest?"

"Could it be that Harry beats Slytherin alone, and you can only stand aside and applaud?"

"There is only one lion in Gryffindor, the rest are kittens." She imitated Malfoy's oily tone.

Ron muttered, "Professor McGonagall is a tabby cat."

"That's an Animagus." Hermione gritted her teeth, and gouged out with a fierce look. "Only seven people can do it."

"If you can become a cat now, I admit that you are also a lion!"

"Otherwise shut up."

Ron was obedient, covering his mouth with his hand.

The expressions of the lion cubs changed together.

They remembered that flying lesson, if they did it again, it would still be the same...

Even thinking about it carefully, Gryffindor's first grade was supported entirely by Harry and their disliked Miss Otter.

Gryffindor kittens.

Such a hat that might be put on their heads made them feel heavy, watching Harry's spells, transformation, and herbalism homework didn't feel so good.

Hermione spread her hands: "If you can bear this, then you can copy it, and save the time to ask the senior sister how to be a qualified cheerleader."

The little lions' faces twisted.

"You don't want to do your homework, that's fine, but at least you need to learn how to cast spells and cook potions." Hermione said earnestly, "If you can do it and you don't want to do your homework, I think I can help you."

"Harry shouldn't mind either."

Harry nodded.

After saying the last sentence, Hermione sat down again, her feet were a little weak, and her calves were shaking—this was the method she thought about for a day, and it was also the method she thought was most suitable for her to reintegrate into the academy.

The words make sense.

But the words came out of Hermione's mouth, and the lion cubs were somewhat uncomfortable with it, and they were gesticulated by Miss Otter again.

"Harry, what do you think?" Seamus hesitated, turning his head to look at Harry.

Harry said, "I think what she said makes sense."

Someone makes a decision.

The little lions comforted themselves under the guise of "Harry said so", complied with Hermione's words, and began to count with their fingers what they could and what they couldn't, and asked Hermione for advice.

Other cubs lined up, waiting for guidance.

And just like that, she was reintegrated into Gryffindor.

Wait until Hermione finishes dealing with the lion cubs.

Harry also finished his homework and threw it on the table: "Nice job, Hermione."

"Thank you." Hermione blushed a little, "You reminded me."

She then quickly changed the subject: "Let's talk about the trial. Slytherin is the same as us. They need a password to enter, and the password will change."

"The password is not a problem." Harry shook his head.

Hermione was taken aback.

Harry raised his hand: "Remember that spell I cast on Malfoy? I can use it to make the Slytherins say the password themselves."

Hermione became puzzled: "Then just do it like this."

"I'm going to get something." Harry sighed, "and a portrait of Slytherin."

The wizard's portrait is talking.

After knowing the password, I can sneak in with the invisibility cloak—but I can steal the portrait and make a scene...

The little snakes came out in full force, even if he was himself, it would be difficult for him to leave the Slytherin common room standing up.

Even if you leave.

It was also hard to deal with Snape, having to return the portrait.

"My idea is, is there any way to make me look like a Slytherin student, and then take the portrait away under the guise of Snape?"

"The most important thing is to be able to take it away and leave it."

Hermione frowned: "Become a Slytherin student, wait...I have an idea."

She stood up, went to her dormitory, and came back with a book after a while: "I read it in "The Encyclopedia of Modern Witchcraft Development."

"Look at this paragraph."

Harry and Ron leaned their heads together.

"...He is a Transfiguration Magus, who can change his appearance and shape at will, which makes him invincible in Auror activities..."

Hermione read this passage again: "Harry, maybe you can try to learn this magic called Transfiguration Magus."

Harry shook his head: "It's something you're born with, you can't learn it the day after tomorrow."

Hermione blushed and hurriedly closed the book. If Ron hadn't reacted quickly, his fingers would have been hit.

"And even if I can learn it." Harry continued, "This is also a spell of the same level as Animagus, and I won't be able to learn it for a while."

Hermione sighed, a little disappointed: "Okay, then let me think about it."

Think for a while.

She stood up and said firmly, "We have to go to the library, we won't come up with any good ideas sitting here."

"Please, today is the weekend." Ron said with some reluctance, "And it's late now."

Hermione looked at Harry.

"Tomorrow." Harry said, "You just got out of the hospital."

Hermione sat down obediently.

"Hermione, let me ask you a question. Do you know what the Philosopher's Stone is?" Ron sat up straight, his tone serious.

Hermione was confused: "The Philosopher's Stone? I don't know...Why are you asking this?"

Ron was mysterious: "The Sorcerer's Stone may be hidden on the fourth floor."

"So? That's a restricted area, we don't need to care about what's inside." Hermione disapproved.

Ron lowered his voice: "Quirrell may want to steal the Philosopher's Stone."

"Who?" Hermione stared at Ron in astonishment.

Ron quickly tugged on her sleeve: "Keep your voice down."

"Oh, no, I'm just surprised." Hermione also lowered her head and leaned closer to Harry, "How could it be Professor Quirrell, even if it is a professor, it shouldn't be Professor Snape..."

Harry rubbed his forehead helplessly: "Why do you misunderstand Professor Snape so much?"

"It's true, Hermione."

"Dumbledore and I both confirmed it."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, and glared at Ron, "Since the headmaster knows, it's not our concern. The most important thing right now is Harry's trial!"

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