Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 220 No!
The raindrops made their heads ache.

The thunder light disappeared, and the field of vision returned to darkness.

The chill that emanated from their internal organs froze their bodies stiff.

just that moment
Is it a hallucination?

When did such a dangerous and cruel dark wizard appear in Great Britain again?

With a rumbling sound, another thunder flashed.

Lighting up this small space again, it was still the same person, still strewn with corpses, the dead babies looked as stiff and cold as they were.

Not a hallucination.

"Gulu!" The sound of their swallowing saliva was very clear amidst the noise of the rain.

They are officers of the Misuse of Magic Office.

This matter should have been handled by the "Reversal of Accidental Magic Events Team", but the scale of the weather spell was too large, covering the entire town, and the Aurors were all going to Hogwarts again.

The task fell to them.

"Weather spells" are not very dangerous in many kinds of magical events, but they are very troublesome and usually appear indoors - most wizards' homes will cast weather spells on the ceiling.

It seldom appears outside, and once it appears, it is almost certain to be the restlessness of the little wizard's magic power.

Therefore.

The two of them volunteered, and they didn't want to stay in the boring Ministry of Magic all the time on duty at night.

Weather spell, what kind of trouble could it be?

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They just want to slap themselves hard.

What is the Lord doing?

What's wrong with doing it, why do you want to hold the job?Up and down the Ministry of Magic, who is rushing to work like the two of us?Isn't it good to fish in troubled waters?Be punished!

Take the initiative to work and kill the earth!
At this moment, they deeply comprehended the words of their predecessors.

If you can go back alive, whoever you love about work!

The rain washes over.

The two of them looked at each other, and the distance was less than one meter. Even in such a dim situation, they could see each other's eyes clearly and feel the message in each other's eyes.

They nodded heavily.

After a while.

One person ran back and forth all the way.

Another person raised his wand: "Listen up, dark wizard inside, we won't be afraid of you!"

"We are the elite Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, let's get caught!"

slap-

The man running back fell to the ground.

He turned his head back in a panic, looking at his companion in surprise, how dare and how dare you say such things in such a situation?
That was a vicious dark wizard who had killed at least dozens of people, including a baby.

Would he be afraid of the Ministry of Magic?

Normal people are not afraid, but such an evil dark wizard can be afraid?
Finished!

I really can't survive!

Harry waved his wand, and the storm and thunder gradually died down, and he went on to say the spell "Luminescence".

Fluorescent colored light.

The corpses and babies were covered with a pale, ashes-like coat.

There was no sound of rain, and Wan Lai was silent, making it even more eerie.

"You, what do you want to do?" The person who fell on the ground struggled, his hands and feet were weak, and he couldn't get up. The person standing was trembling, his feet slipped and slipped in the mud, and he also fell down.

"I tell you, we belong to the Ministry of Magic!"

"Professor Dumbledore's student."

"Professor Dumbledore, you should know, the greatest white wizard, he defeated two Dark Lords!"

"Oh, and Mr. Potter, he killed that mysterious man, we are his good friends"

They shouted at the top of their voices, and it seemed that only the vocal cords in their bodies had any remaining strength, and they all took them out, trying to use these well-known names in the wizarding world to drive away this unknown dark wizard.

The "Dark Wizard" laughed, lightly.

Both of them were creepy.

Could it be that this black wizard is not afraid of those two people?

"I didn't know you two were still my friends." These words reached their ears.

The meaning contained in it made their brains shut down.

He stared dumbfounded as the "Dark Wizard" drew his wand closer, allowing the "Lumos" to illuminate his face—black hair, handsome face, amber cat eyes.

It's Harry Potter.

They were not fortunate, and even greater fears welled up in their hearts.

Finished!

The legendary savior, the Boy Who Lived, and the heir to Gryffindor have also become dark wizards.

Blame Rita Skeeter!

What did you write about Mr. Porter before?

It turned out
"Don't show that look." Harry continued softly, "I'm not a dark wizard, I'm just passively fighting back."

"At least use your brain."

"Of course, I presume that your Ministry of Magic employees have brains."

"Tonight is the last round of the Triwizard Tournament. Under normal circumstances, I should be at school at this moment."

The circuits in their heads were reconnected, and they nodded thoughtfully.

like
Is such that?

But why.
They want to be clearer, but they have more and bigger doubts.

"So this is an abnormal situation." Harry swung his wand, and the three-strong trophy revolved around him. "Someone cast a spell on the trophy and lured me here, trying to do something to me, a boy who is only 15 years old."

A Ministry of Magic official hesitated to make a guess: "Father?"

"No." Harry shook his head, and with another wave of his wand, Shadow Lock was removed.

"Go back and tell Fudge to come to Hogwarts."

"As for these things here"

He looked around, and his eyes fell on the small baby's corpse on the chair: "Do you have anything with which you have cast the traceless stretching spell?"

They both shook their heads.

How could that kind of thing be possessed by ordinary officials like them who are not even the head of the office.

Harry sighed.

He took out the pocket that used to hold the motorcycle, picked it up with his wand, and put the baby's body in it—this pocket hadn't been used for several months, and the Sorting Hat liked the new body very much, and it had been a long time since the Sorting Hat had put it back in the hat.

"As soon as we get back, let Fudge come to Hogwarts." With a click of Harry's wand, there was a whistling sound, and the Triwizard Cup continued to fly towards him.

The two Ministry officials nodded in response.

Harry's hand had just touched the top three trophy, and the spell of the Portkey on it hadn't expired yet. With a hook on his navel, the magic twisted and twisted him back into the maze.

Hogwarts was in panic, but the Triwizard Tournament did not stop.

In order to avoid causing greater panic, and to avoid embarrassment—the Ministry of Magic checked repeatedly, but failed to find that the top three trophies had been secretly cast with the "Portkey" spell.

If this is said, the reputation of the Ministry of Magic will plummet - although there is not much reputation in the first place.

the most critical.

If the game is suspended in this way, the bet will have to be abandoned.

He has been busy and paid a lot of money for this matter. If he loses the game, he will have to lose half of the money he earned in the second round. How can he be willing to do this?
Ludo can only explain that this is the test of the top three trophies, and only by passing the test can the trophy be truly won.

In the referee's seat, Dumbledore and Karkaroff disappeared.

Among the emergency responders, Snape and Professor Flitwick also disappeared.

They are investigating.

If the final result is unsatisfactory, the game can only be interrupted.

Krum and Fleur didn't know anything about it, they were still carefully preparing the trap.

The moment Harry hit the ground.

The Gryffindors exclaimed.

Ludo also immediately caught this message, heaved a sigh of relief, and his voice became relaxed and natural: "We saw that Mr. Potter finally passed the test of the top three trophy!"

"He came back safely!"

"The body is wet, and it looks like he is underwater. He must have had a very unpleasant experience."

The little lions cheered.

Hermione and Petunia breathed a sigh of relief.

"Harry is safe?" Petunia said weakly.

Hermione nodded: "Yes, but wait for him to come out and check."

"Aha, are all wizards so unreliable?" Feinon began to curse with strength, "I should have known."

on the referee's bench.

Ludo couldn't be elated for too long, he raised his wrist, glanced at the time, and immediately raised his heart to his throat: "Mr. Potter, he, he spent too much time in the test of the Triwizard Cup, and it took more than three 10 minute."

"Now, he still has a maximum of 8 minutes to bring the top three trophy out of the maze, otherwise it will take more than an hour."

Many little wizards were infected by Ludo's emotions, and they became frightened.

But soon they reacted.

The third project seems to have no time limit, so what's the matter with one hour.
Whoever brings out the top three trophy is the final winner?
How long it takes doesn't matter.

Ludo felt bitter, and looked up at the curtain with a praying look on his face.

If it doesn't exceed an hour, he still has to make money, but if it exceeds an hour, he can only lose money.

on the curtain.

Harry walked quickly, and he walked out of the maze along the way he came.

It took him 8 minutes to come, but it only took him 5 minutes to go back.

Ludo's eyes sparkled.

There are still 3 minutes, as long as Krum and Delacour's trap can't stop Harry for 3 minutes, then he can still make money.

In the maze.

Nothing hindered Harry's passage, the sphinx and other magical animals disappeared from the road, and even the magical plants eluded him.

When he came to a fork in the road, he stopped suddenly.

Ahead, there is the magical aura of hibiscus.

He waved his magic wand, and the two broken stones on the ground twisted and changed, turning into two rabbits, jumping over, touching the magic, and the cold air gushed out violently, instantly freezing the two rabbits into ice sculptures.

The temperature is not very low, and the rabbit in the ice sculpture is still moving its eyes vigorously and fearfully.

Harry walked over.

There is a second magic trap ahead.

Although Fu Rong is a Veela, she doesn't have as much hunting experience as the Centaur. The traps she set up are very clumsy, and they are placed in the corners where traps should be set up.

It's almost like setting up a board next to the trap and writing the words "This is a trap, step on it quickly".

Perhaps standing on such a board, the effect will be even better.

It didn't work for Harry, and it didn't hinder him for much time, passing through smoothly.

Ludo waved his hand fiercely, his expression bright: "That's right, Mr. Potter is like this!"

　There is one more chapter, I will post it sooner
　　
　
(End of this chapter)