Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 210 Come in, I can't wait~
Hagrid ushered in the most painful period of his life.

Hermione and Harry took time out of their busy schedules to teach him how to read and write, starting with the most basic phonetic symbols—Ron had planned to eat and wait to die, so he came to play with Fangya, and was forced to sit down and study together.

There is no "language" subject at Hogwarts, and young wizards basically rely on family education to learn language.

but.
Except for some young wizards from ordinary middle-class and above families who will notice this problem, other young wizards are quite resigned. If they are lucky, like Ron, they will meet good friends and be able to take him to learn.

Bad luck, Hagrid is an example.

Learning is painful, and boring language learning is even more painful.

Hagrid's brain, which had been dusty for many years, "creaked" and turned, his language bank was disrupted, and it was extremely difficult to learn.

People who are not good at using their brains, once they use their brains, it is a terrible thing.

Ron wished he could use the Oblivion Charm to turn Hagrid into an idiot - at least he could learn faster if he didn't use his brain.

Learn to stumble.

But it also took effect very quickly. A month later, the little wizards were surprised to find that Hagrid's speech became more organized.

At least they were beginning to understand what Hagrid was saying.

Hagrid's habits, attack methods, and danger—this caused quite a stir. After Hagrid's detailed introduction, the young wizards finally understood how dangerous this creature was.

It makes them green in the face.

During the past six months, they hardly took any precautions, taking care of this dangerous creature that was no less dangerous than trolls, mermaids, and bird snakes.

Fortunately, Hagrid has summed up the method of dealing with the bomb-tailed snails during this period of time and taught them to the little wizards, so he barely escaped the bombardment of the "Howling Letter".

February and March passed.

After the beginning of spring, the ice and snow melted, and there was a slightly drunken warm current in the cold air.

The little wizards started to go out of the castle frequently to enjoy the spring.

Harry was in a bad mood.

Rita Skeeter seemed to have disappeared, he asked Dumbledore to consult the "Daily Prophet", where did this woman go?The answer was that they hadn't contacted her for several months.

But this is a very normal thing.

Wizards, they all have some weird hobbies, and it's normal for them to disappear suddenly for a while, although this time it took a little longer.

But I asked her to find information about Barty Crouch Jr., even if she found nothing, she should contact me.

Perhaps, she escaped.

Like Ludo Bagman, I bought a ticket to an unknown corner of the world, and never saw each other in life or death.

But Sirius has not sent himself a letter for five days.

This is not normal.

Except for special circumstances - such as the period when Sirius crossed the Pacific Ocean, but he will also explain the situation in advance, and will not disappear like Rita like now and without saying a word.

Harry frees Hedwig to deliver a letter to Sirius.

Also borrowed Ron's Boss and let it send a letter to Lupine.

Send off in the morning.

When they came back at noon, the two owls came back with a letter on their bodies.

Hedwig landed on the dining table and gently put down the letter in her paws, obedient and cowardly.

Bowes cooed excitedly and threw a letter in front of Harry.

Harry frowned.

He didn't need to read the specific content of the letter, he just felt the breath above, and he knew the result - the letter to Sirius was not even sent.

The envelope was still the one I used. Although it had been blown by the wind all day, there was still some of my own breath left on it. Oh, Hedwig even took the time to catch a mouse.

Fortunately, Lupine wrote back.

Harry opened the letter Bowes had brought.

Lupine's reply was a bit scribbled, just a few lines, and made things clear.

Three days earlier, Sirius had spotted Rita, and the woman seemed to have been captured, but the Weasley Joke Workshop had a Ministry of Magic order to process.

Lupine planned to let Sirius wait for him to deal with these things before setting off together.Sirius promised well, left a letter for Lupin, and followed him alone.

Forget about everyone's exhortations to him.

From the day before yesterday until today, not to mention Harry, even Lupine couldn't get in touch.

After just a few lines of words, Harry couldn't help but frown tightly when he saw the end.

"Can't get in touch with Sirius?" Hermione picked up another letter, glanced at Harry's question on the envelope, thumped in her heart, and moved her head towards it.

Harry nodded and handed Lupine's letter to him: "Well, ask Professor McGonagall and me for a leave."

"Are you going to find him?" Hermione grabbed his hand.

Harry said firmly: "Of course, he is my godfather."

"He's in danger now."

The letter stated that Rita disappeared after entering Crouch's house. The woman was very cautious and left a message where she was - it's just that Sirius hadn't been able to find out, and it was only after Lupine went there in person that he found it. that message.

She went in, she didn't come out again.

"Go to Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione didn't let go.

"He's not a nanny," Harry replied curtly, "and Sirius is my godfather, not his."

Hermione still didn't let go.

Harry held her hand instead: "If I don't come back in three days, I'll go to Professor Dumbledore."

"Two days." Hermione bargained.

Harry responded with a smile: "Okay, then two days. If I don't come back after two days, you can go to Professor Dumbledore."

Hermione finally let go.

She looked at Harry's back in the distance, feeling a little melancholy.

She wished she could stand up at this moment and say the words "I'll go with you" with ease, but she couldn't.

I know how much I have, and I'm considered excellent among young wizards, but I'm still far from fighting alongside Harry.

at least
Better than that damn woman in Fleur.

Hermione put down her knife and fork and stood up.

"Hermione, you haven't finished your meal." Ron tried to stop her.

Hermione shook her head, ignoring him.Go to an abandoned classroom, take a deep breath, hide in the cabinet, take out the time converter, and twist it.

Since you can't catch up with Harry no matter how hard you try 24 hours a day, then use 25, 26, or even more time.

In the auditorium.

Ron stared blankly at the lamb chop in his hand, sighed, put it down, stood up, just took a step, and reluctantly turned back, took the lamb chop, and walked to the classroom for the next class.

I have to work harder myself.

By the end of the week, the iron gate to Hogsmeade hadn't been opened, only a few Nixiu struggled to grab the iron pole, trying to escape.

If you can't steal Hogwarts treasures, go and steal Hogsmeade treasures.

Harry walked along the Whomping Willow to Hogsmeade, borrowed the Three Broomsticks fireplace, and returned to Potter's old house. Crouch's home was also in Godric's Hollow, which was the shortest route.

"Harry?" Fremont's surprised voice sounded.

Harry flicked his wand to remove the dust.

"I remember it's not a holiday now." Fremont asked, "What happened?"

"Yeah." Harry nodded, "Where's Uncle Remus?"

"He got an owl in the morning and went out in a hurry, and he hasn't come back yet." Fremont sighed, "I don't know what to do."

I didn't come back for a long time.

Harry frowned, waved his wand, turned his robes into a loose windbreaker, pushed the door open and walked out.

Fremont sighed and muttered, saying something like "I'm getting old, I can't keep young people.", "The house has become deserted again."

Godric's Hollow is a gathering place for half-wizards. There are many wizards and ordinary people here.

Barty Crouch's home, like most wizards' homes, is far away from ordinary people's residences, and they all cast expulsion spells. Even though it has not been maintained for more than half a year, the effectiveness of the magic has not dissipated.

The room is like a filter covered with old film.

The weeds in the yard grew so fast that they almost reached knee height.

A path leading to the door was eroded by weeds, but they were not tall, and they were crumbling here and there. They were obvious signs of being trampled on, and there was more than one person.

Lupine still smelled fresh.

There was still some Sirius smell, but it was very faint, and it was almost completely gone.

He didn't smell Rita's breath at all.

It's been too long, and it has long been washed away.

In addition to those two familiar smells, there were many mixed smells outside the house, some of which he had smelled before, the Death Eaters who appeared on the night of the Quidditch World Cup.

There were breaths he hadn't encountered before, new Death Eaters.

He tiptoed to the door of the house, the room was very quiet, not even a little movement could be heard.

This is very wrong.

Even if there wasn't a fight, at least there should be a confrontational conversation, so quiet that it seemed like no one was in the room.

Harry waved his wand.

With a sound of "squeak", the door was opened, and the room was pitch black, protected by a magic spell, the light fell into the crack of the door, and was immediately swallowed up, without any light to be seen.

Even with the eyesight of a demon hunter, he couldn't see through the darkness without any light source.

He flicked his wand again.

A dead log in the yard flew over, turned into a rabbit, and jumped into it, but after only two or three seconds, the connection with the magic power was cut off, and Harry could no longer feel his deformed creation.

Harry raised an eyebrow.

His current magic power is not weak, even powerful enough.

But this never-before-seen magic can cut off his own spell.
He thought for a while, waved his wand again, and said the incantation: "Fire!"

Orange flames rushed in.

But the fire only shines on itself, not spreading to the surrounding area, and just like the Transfiguration Curse, it disappears in an instant.

Mana will be cut off.

Harry raised his hand and pinched out the sign.

Igni!
Flames spewed out from his palm like flowers, and flew into the room, but as soon as he crossed the threshold, the darkness in the room couldn't wait to rush in, swallowing these ordinary flames with big mouthfuls.

Non-magical forces are even more ineffective.

To go in, or not to go in?

Harry was hesitating.

In the room, someone suddenly spoke with a deep, magnetic and charming voice, sounding like a gentle scum: "Harry Potter?"

"You actually appear here?"

"Instead of staying in the safe cradle of Hogwarts?"

Harry didn't speak, and stared straight at the darkness, this voice he had never heard before.

"Are you here to save your godfather, that filthy pure-blood betrayer Black?" The man continued, with a hint of ridicule in his tone, "Or the bastard werewolf who just threw himself into the trap?"

Harry still didn't speak.

He paused, his tone surprised: "Could it be that stupid, self-righteous ladybug woman?"

All three of them are here.

"Potter, do you want to save them?" The man lowered his voice, his tone was full of bewitching, "I can give you a little hint, they are all still alive."

"However, it's hard to say how long they can live."

"You know, Blake is not only brainless, but also has a very extreme personality, especially the kind of betrayer."

"He even wanted to turn into an Animagus and run away so fast, but now he can't even if he wants to. Do you know why?"

Harry's eyes sharpened.

"Have you thought about it?" The man laughed brightly, "We broke his leg! He is not a good dog, and he is not even willing to accept our domestication."

"Maybe, the life of the werewolf can be exchanged for it to speak?"

Harry took a deep breath.

"The Lion King of Hogwarts really lives up to its reputation." The man in the dark sighed, "Are you calm enough, or do you not care about these people?"

"It's just that your parents are dead, so you're playing house with them?"

"Want to save them?"

"Want to prove that you care about them?"

"Come in, you have a chance to save them only if you come in, don't you?"

Harry sneered: "You take me for Sirius?"

"I promise you, I will give you a fair chance." The people in the room clapped their hands, and their tone became cheerful, "Shall we play a game?"

"Bet the lives of Black, the werewolf, and the ladybug."

"As long as you win, you can take them, I promise you, on my credit."

Harry shook his head and sneered, "What credibility do Death Eaters have?"

"Death Eaters are the supreme honor." He was not ashamed at all, and his tone was very proud, "This is the honor that can be bestowed on the best group of talents in the world."

"I assure you as a Death Eater."

As he spoke, he paused slightly, and his tone became deep and full of sarcasm: "And, what else do you have to do besides coming in?"

"This magic was invented by the greatest Dark Lord, Potter, you are just a little wizard, lucky enough to be saved by a magic spell."

"That's how Tom explained it to you?" Harry interrupted.

The people in the room were startled.

"You don't know Tom, do you?" Harry continued in a flat tone.

The man was poked at the sore spot, and his voice screamed sharply: "You are not allowed to insult the great master."

"It seems you know." Harry held up his wand, "Tom is not a great man, what is the chaotic product of the love potion worth following?"

"Although this spell is powerful."

"But you seem to have forgotten something."

His magic welled up.

Rumbling--

The earth rumbled and trembled slightly.

　There is another chapter in the evening~~~also 4K (at least~)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)