Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher.

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Fernon looked terrified.

George and Fred nodded again and again. They didn't think there was anything wrong with bringing up memories.

"Yes, there are still memories!" George clapped his hands. "The Ministry of Magic has a Pensieve."

"Daddy used it," Fred echoed.

Fenon turned his face awkwardly: "Since there is evidence, you can sue the Ministry of Magic. That Mr. Bagman seems to be the Minister of Sports?"

George and Fred fell silent.

"Is there any difficulty?" Fei Nong asked kindly, "You can find a lawyer. Of course, I don't recommend it. Three hundred Galleons doesn't seem like too much?"

Based on the hourly salary of a lawyer in Great Britain, the consultation alone may cost more than 100 pounds.

Three hundred
Hiring a lawyer is almost a loss-making business.

"Based on the exchange rate at Gringotts, three hundred Galleons is equivalent to fifteen hundred pounds." Harry explained for him.

Fenon nodded, the value was slightly larger than he estimated, [-] pounds and the value to be recovered by prosecution.

Hermione shook her head: "But there is a limit to the number of gold galleons that each little wizard can exchange for pounds per year. In terms of actual value, three hundred gold Galleons is more than fifteen hundred pounds."

She estimated: "It's almost doubled."

Feinong suddenly realized that three thousand pounds would be necessary to sue for recovery.

The way he looked at George and Fred softened a little. Arthur, who looked stupid and curious, could still give birth to such a business-minded child.

During school, he could earn at least three hundred Galleons, or even more.

it's a pity.
How is it a wizard?

But soon, all the softness in his eyes disappeared.

"What is a lawyer?" George and Fred asked with confusion.

Fenon looked at them in shock.

Quick kid, why don't you even know what a lawyer is?
"Wizards don't have lawyers," Hermione said awkwardly.

Fenon tilted his head back, eyes filled with disbelief.

"But there should be no problem suing the Ministry of Magic." Hermione said hesitantly, "I don't seem to have read any laws on similar issues."

Ron looked at Hermione with a grim expression: "Hermione, have you even read the laws of the Ministry of Magic?"

No normal person would watch that kind of stuff.

"We are Gryffindors." Hermione said succinctly.

The little lions smiled knowingly.

Especially George and Fred laughed wildly: "Yes, we are Gryffindor, Hermione, thank you for your reminder, we also have to read the laws of the Ministry of Magic carefully."

"Got to get an 'O' here."

They gathered happily and went back to the living room.

Along the way, George and Fred asked Finnon for advice on how to sue the Ministry of Magic and get the money—Fernon was very experienced in this regard.

After celebrating in the lounge until late at night, a group of drunks supported each other and fell asleep.

Ron rubbed his blushing face, and was about to ask about what happened today. There were too many people just now, so it was hard to ask.

Sirius was awakened in a daze by Lupine.

The two of them had been busy searching for Harry ever since he was teleported away by the Portkey, and had missed the conversation in the headmaster's office, and now they couldn't miss it.

Crookshanks came over and rubbed Harry's trouser leg affectionately, whining.

"Wait, I'll ask Neville to come over. He understands cat language." Ron turned his head and looked not far away. Neville was struggling to drag Seamus, who was in the dormitory. He didn't dare to use the Levitation Charm. Tonight He also ingested some alcohol, fearing that if he could not control it a little, he would throw his roommate into the fireplace.

"There's someone outside, it's Aunt Petunia, no accident." Harry picked up Crookshanks.

Ron was taken aback, ready to speak.

Hermione sighed: "Don't ask Harry about cat language, he won't, just guess from Crookshanks' performance."

Ron looked at Hermione in surprise.

Forget about Harry.

How come you also learned to read minds?
"I can't read minds." Hermione shook her head.

Ron was even more surprised.

He also said he would not!It was the same as Harry, he could know what was on his mind without speaking.

"I'm just tired of studying, and I just read basic psychology books to pass the time." Hermione was very confident, "I have learned a little bit, your face is so easy to understand."

Ron rubbed his face: "Why do you say that too."

Harry walked over and moved the hole away, and there were Petunia and Vernon standing outside.

Wait for the two of them to climb in.

"Why is the entrance to your rest room a hole?" Feinon panted, his hardware didn't support this kind of operation, but fortunately there was a magic spell cast on the hole, which could adjust the size according to different people's physique so that he wouldn't get stuck.

"College characteristics." Harry simply explained, "Come here to visit a group of drunks without rest at such a late hour?"

"Petunia is a little worried about you." Feinon sat down on the sofa, "We ordered the group of strange creatures with light bulbs on their faces to notify us after your celebration is over."

Penny said nothing.

There was guilt on her face: "I didn't know you had been living in such danger, and I didn't know Lily"

As a child, Lily showed her about life at Hogwarts.

She always thought it was safe and happy as she said.

Come by today and see for yourself.

I even inquired with the group of elves.

There is no ordinary danger here.

When he first entered school, Harry faced a dark wizard directly, and a basilisk in the second grade. She didn't know what a basilisk was, but the house-elves were very patient and explained to her that it was the level of danger and the level of the dragon. Pretty much the same creature.

Hatred sustains people's disregard for suffering.

The support is broken.

He will dig out the spring water called "guilt" in his heart, which has been accumulated for decades, and it will burst out like a fountain, overwhelming the whole person.

Hermione hesitated to speak.

in fact
Hogwarts wasn't that dangerous before, but it became more dangerous after Harry entered school.

It's just that she couldn't say it.

Harry is not a lone star!
"I'm fine." Harry stood up and took off his robe, revealing the snakeskin armor inside. "Look, I still have the armor inside. Although it was a bit of an accident, I wasn't injured. I'm covered in other people's blood."

"What's the matter with that key?" Petunia asked while sitting beside her husband, frowning.

"Portkey." Harry sat down beside them, and conjured up a soft cushion for Sirius, who had turned into a big dog, "a teleportation magic that can take contacts with them and teleport them to places where the spell is set as an anchor point." .”

"Death Eaters?" Lupine asked, frowning.

Harry nodded, and he glanced to the side, where Neville was still carrying his roommate.

These are no dark secrets either.

Rita has already been reported in the "Daily Prophet", although the Ministry of Magic issued a "rumor rebuttal" the next day and severely criticized Ms. Rita Skeeter.

Sirius yelled twice, and found that although the Animagus form was comfortable, he couldn't talk, so he immediately changed back: "Which guy is it, have you caught him?"

"It should be Barty Crouch Jr." Harry said softly.

With a bang——

There was a dull sound from the fireplace, Neville's face was pale, Dennis in his hand fell heavily to the ground, and he turned over with grinning teeth.

"Sorry, Harry, I didn't eavesdrop on what you were saying." Neville walked over tremblingly, his eyes widened, and his voice became so full of emotional power for the first time, "But what you just said was the minibus Ty Crouch?"

"Is it the son of Barty Crouch, the former Director of International Magical Cooperation?"

"Is that Barty Crouch Jr.?"

Harry nodded: "It's him."

"That little Barty Crouch is still alive?" Neville clenched his fists, his round owl face flushed, and his voice trembled more than when he saw Professor Snape.

"He's probably still alive." Harry nodded again.

"Didn't that woman Skeeter make up a lie?" Neville asked again to confirm, "My grandma said that Skeeter's words are not credible at all, he is a liar full of lies."

Harry was very patient: "You can trust me, I asked Skeeter to investigate this matter."

Neville didn't speak any more, and walked towards the dormitory in a daze. After everyone had gone in, he realized that there was a roommate outside, and hurriedly turned back, dragging him, and pulling him back.

"That kid has a grudge against Barty Crouch Jr.?" Petunia frowned.

Sirius said nothing.

Lupine pursed his lips: "It's a very sad news. On the night James and the others had an accident, Barty Crouch Jr. and Bellatrix Lestrange led a group of Death Eaters Find the Longbottoms."

"They tortured the poor couple with the Cruciatus Curse all night and they're still in St Mungo's Hospital, comatose."

Vernon and Petunia don't understand what the Cruciatus Curse is.

But they understood what "torture" meant.

"So that's it." Harry looked at the passage leading to the boys' dormitory, nodded his head, and could vaguely hear Neville's crying together with the grunting of other little wizards.

Lupine sighed and said nothing.

Sirius' expression also became heavy.

Harry went on, saying everything except the Horcrux part.

The more she listened, the more frightened Petunia became.

"Sounds more exciting than those Yankee movies." Fernon made the final comment.

Petunia poked her husband's waist angrily.

Is it possible to say that?

This is your own nephew!
Petunia opened her mouth, and now she wanted to say something like "We may not be able to help you, but you will always have a home on Privet Drive."

But she couldn't tell.

He hesitated to speak and made up his mind, but no matter what, he just couldn't speak.

They chatted around the campfire until three o'clock in the morning, and Harry sent Aunt Petunia and the others back.

Sirius and Lupine fell asleep in the lounge.

the next day.

Harry just got back from working out.

Hermione held a copy of the "Daily Prophet" in her hand, with a serious expression: "Harry, it's bad, read today's newspaper!"

Harry took it.

A photo on the front page was of him holding a sword and staff in Little Hangleton Cemetery last night, with corpses on the ground at his feet.

(End of this chapter)