Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 233 Boom!
Rita looked at Arthur.

She wondered if she had offended Weasley recently, as if... no?

But why push yourself into the fire pit? The Quibbler Doesn't Look Like a Good Place to Go
"I think it's fine." Harry said calmly.

Rita was taken aback.

"I think it's good too." Dumbledore nodded in agreement.

Rita was thoughtful: "Mr. Weasley, could you please give me the contact information of the editor-in-chief who sings a different tune? Or have time to have a meal together and get in touch with each other?"

"I'll speak to Mr. Lovegood." Arthur nodded.

Dumbledore raised his hand, and several teapots appeared on the table, pouring a cup of black tea for everyone, and he had a cup of syrup all to himself: "Okay, let's get down to business now."

"Everyone here should know about Horcruxes."

Mentioning this, Rita's face turned green again, she was the only one among all the people who didn't want to know, but had to know.

"Unfortunately, we haven't found any other Horcruxes now." Dumbledore went on, "Voldemort's main soul is completely dead, and now he may be resurrected in the Horcruxes at any time. We must hurry up before his resurrection. Solve some problems."

Hearing that name, except for Harry, everyone else couldn't help but shuddered physiologically.

Then, he paused: "Here, we have to thank Miss Skeeter."

"With her help, we have been able to determine that Voldemort still has at least three Horcruxes."

Rita blushed, bowed her head subconsciously, realized in a blink of an eye that this was a good thing, immediately straightened her waist, raised her head, and looked like a beetle that won the fight.

"Slytherin's locket." Dumbledore waved his wand, and a translucent portrait floated on the table. It was an octagonal box pendant with a small snake inlaid with emeralds on the amber shell.

"Hufflepuff's Gold Cup." He swung his wand again, and a second portrait emerged.

It is a gold-plated goblet with two pure gold ear handles inlaid on it. The body of the cup is engraved with exquisite patterns, and a little badger is poking its head out in the grass.

"And Ravenclaw's diadem." A third portrait also emerged.

A crown in the shape of an eagle with outstretched wings, with an emerald the size of a pigeon egg inlaid in the center, and a line of words engraved on the bottom of the crown, which is the most famous sentence of Ms. Ravenclaw - "Extraordinary wisdom It is the greatest wealth of mankind."

Arthur stared blankly at the three paintings: "He made all the relics of the Big Four into Horcruxes?"

His tone was unusually gloomy, and he gritted his teeth.

Dumbledore nodded: "Unfortunately, I hope it's not the case."

"Where's Gryffindor?" Sirius tilted his head.

"He has no ability to get it." Harry shook his head, "Senior Tom is ambitious, so he got the inheritance of Slytherin; he has superhuman wisdom, so he deceived Ms. Ravenclaw's daughter and got Ravenclaw's inheritance." The crown; and he has a good face, and great charm, to trick the Hufflepuffs, and steal the cup."

"But he has no courage, let alone a heart that dares to take responsibility, so he cannot be recognized by Gryffindor."

"The sorting hat is at school, and the sword of Gryffindor is in my hand."

Sirius laughed: "Our Gryffindor is really good."

Snape narrowed his eyes, Rita clenched his fists, Tonks chewed his gum dissatisfiedly, and blew a huge bubble with a picture of Sirius and the dog snatching food on it - this is from the Weasley Joke Workshop New product.

"Severus, where is Karkaroff?" Dumbledore asked him.

Snape shook his head coldly: "No contact."

"He disappeared completely, and disappeared cleaner than invisible beasts."

He sneered: "Sami and the Ministry of Magic of the Thousand Lakes Country almost ran to their deaths. They almost searched all over Northern Europe and Western Europe. Not to mention Karkaroff, I couldn't find any traces related to him."

"Albus, they should have contacted you?"

Dumbledore nodded: "I contacted me as soon as the vacation was over, and searched Hogwarts thoroughly. They spent a week searching even the bottom of the Black Lake, and were beaten up by the mermaids. Unfortunately, there was nothing. turn up."

A living person disappeared.

"He may have run away." Snape's voice was cold. "The name of the Dark Lord would scare him half to death."

"He's not that timid," Harry replied.

Snape's face was slightly strange: "He just doesn't know what kind of person you are, and he treats you like an ordinary little wizard, aha, maybe he didn't know how scary "Mr. Potter" was until after the game , and absconded in fear of crime."

"He De He Neng, it's an honor for me to be compared with Senior Tom." Harry said calmly and indifferently.

"Maybe you are even more famous than him." Snape said in a strange way.

"He may have escaped." Dumbledore raised his hand and pressed it down, stopping the cold wind and rain splashing between the two of them, "But we"

Harry interjected, "We've got to think about it, what if he's killed?"

"This is not good news." Dumbledore shook his head. "If the Death Eaters really did that, it can only be said that they were crazy to a certain extent, Severus, you must pay attention to safety."

Snape didn't say a word.

"Miss Skeeter." Dumbledore turned his head and looked at Rita.

Rita was startled: "Ah, what's the matter? Mr. Dumbledore."

"I hope you can continue the investigation." Dumbledore said softly.

Rita shivered, glanced at Harry, and sighed helplessly: "Of course, I will. Mr. Potter's trouble is my trouble."

"As for the others, I hope to find more clues about the Death Eaters." Dumbledore looked at the others, he waved his wand, there was a sound of pages flying, and a thick stack of paper fell in front of everyone, " This is the information provided by Miss Skeeter, which is a list of known Death Eaters."

Arthur flipped through a few pages, feeling terrified, and looked up at Dumbledore.

"My dear Arthur, I also hope it is false." Dumbledore sighed, "But I think you should know better than me."

Arthur said nothing.

He lowered his head and continued to look through. The few Death Eater files he looked at just now were all officials who were still working in the Ministry of Magic. Although their grades were not high, the highest one was only comparable to him. He was an office director.

Can.
More than ten years have passed since the time of the mysterious man, yet there are still so many silverfish in the Ministry of Magic.

"I'll keep an eye on them." Arthur nodded, and after a few clicks, he paused, "By the way, there's Percy."

He looked at Harry: "I tried to invite Percy, but he didn't agree, Harry, if you have time, meet him?"

"He's been talking about you all the time."

"I don't really want to bother you so much, but Percy has been very depressed recently. It has been like this since Mr. Crouch's death. After Miss Skeeter published the report, he became even more depressed. He only knows about work every day, not only He also took the initiative to take over the work of his own department and even other departments.”

The Ministry of Magic has never been a place to work seriously.

Not to mention, it was still at the level of Percy's insanity.

"Will the Ministry of Magic still let me go to accept some so-called "trial"?" Harry looked at Dumbledore and asked.

Dumbledore nodded.

"Then take it as a trip for Percy." Harry looked at Arthur, "Uncle Arthur, please tell him."

Arthur let out a long breath.

"By the way, Miss Skeeter." Harry thought of something, and said to Ms. Beetle.

Rita sat upright.

"I need your help with something," Harry went on. "Find Fenrir Greyback for me."

"That notorious werewolf leader?" Rita was startled, "Why are you looking for him?"

"There are things to deal with." Harry said calmly.

Lupine sighed and hesitated to speak, but was pulled by Sirius and couldn't say a word.

Rita nodded and said, "Of course it's no problem. He has always been very ostentatious. I heard rumors about him some time ago. He haunted Knockturn Alley and escaped the pursuit of the Ministry of Magic."

"Now it is estimated that his whereabouts are hidden, and it will take some time to find him."

"Before the next full moon." Harry said firmly.

Rita was in a dilemma, and after a while, she nodded and said, "No problem, I will try my best." She looked at Lupine.

Doubtful.

There is also a vague guess that is somewhat unbelievable to her.

Could it be that Mr. Potter is already researching how to break the curse of the werewolf?
Dumbledore opened his mouth and was about to continue speaking.

The house trembled violently, accompanied by a dull and violent explosion, which came from upstairs, and the debris of dust and wood shook off like a rain curtain.

Several people raised their heads and looked at the ceiling.

"The Death Eaters are calling?" Sirius took a deep breath, with astonishment in his eyes.

"Death Eaters can't find it here." Lupine shook his head. "The Fidelity Curse protects this place. Even if they put their heads on the windows, they won't be able to find Black's old house."

Harry raised his head, analyzed the situation, and said softly, "The explosion came from the fourth floor, the room on the left."

left.

Arthur's face turned green immediately: "Damn it, that's George and Fred's room!"

He tore away the chair and hurried out.

Harry, Snape, and Dumbledore followed closely behind, followed by Lupine, Sirius, and Tonks.

Molly poked her head out from the first floor with a serious expression: "What's wrong?"

"George and Fred," explained Arthur, striding up the steps, "what's up with them."

Molly turned pale, and followed them upstairs.

Wait on the fourth floor.

A gust of cold air blew in, and the entire corridor was frozen in sapphire blue ice.

Dumbledore reached out and pressed down.

The strong magical atmosphere permeating the space dissipated.

But in the end, he was stunned. What he dispelled was only the majestic magical breath, and the ice was still there, stubbornly attached to the wall.

Dumbledore took out his wand, and with a light tap, the layer of frost faded away.

The frost in the corridor disappeared, but the cold air continued to seep from the cracks in the room. After a while, the corners of the door frame were covered with ice again.

Harry stepped forward, put a quen shield on himself, and twisted the handle.

There was a click——

The old brass handle, brittle from the cold, snapped easily in Harry's hands.

Conventional door opening methods will not work.

He raised his hand.

Alder Fayin!
The air wave rushed forward, shattering the wooden door and opening the entrance.He went in first, Dumbledore second.

In the house, which was covered in ice and snow, like a cave made of sapphires, George and Fred hugged each other for warmth, one kept casting a heat-retaining spell, the other kept releasing raging flames, their faces were frozen pale.

"Thank goodness, Harry, Professor Dumbledore, you've made it here." Fred was trembling, tears gleamed in his eyes, and before they came out, they were frozen into frost.

Dumbledore waved his wand.

The ice was removed, and the house gradually became warmer.

"It hasn't been half a minute since we heard the explosion and we went upstairs." Harry said concisely, and walked over to check their complexions, skin, and eyes.

George was blinded by Harry, and he didn't dare to move: "Half a minute? God, we feel like at least half an hour has passed!"

"Frostbite." Harry let go of his hand and let it go out of his pocket, "but it's not serious."

Arthur and Molly looked dark.

Frostbite!

They used to fight a little, but they made some noise, but now they hurt themselves.This is only the sixth grade, what about after that?What will become?Do you want to lose your life, just like the Muggle Nobel?
"Drink the potion." Harry took out two bottles of potion and stuffed them into their mouths, "One bottle a day for a week."

Spicy, bitter, and choking made them burst into tears.

"What are you doing?" Molly gritted her teeth, "I didn't know that prank props could be so dangerous!"

"Even I couldn't completely undo it at first." Dumbledore nodded. "It's a very good idea. Is it inspired by Harry's gesture magic? Magic power is the bait, but the effect is not made of magic power?"

Fred smirked, retched, and explained: "That's right, Professor Dumbledore, you really deserve to be the master alchemist of this century!"

"That's what we thought."

"Everyone will be wary of magic power, but they don't know the effect of our item, and they will definitely suffer!"

"And the temperature is extremely low, my God, we almost died here." George gloated, without any fear.

Molly gritted her teeth even more: "You are still very proud!"

"What the hell are you doing, when will the prank props be used to hurt?"

"No, no, mom, this is not a prank prop." Fred shook his head, "This is a weapon."

"Harry needs some powerful alchemy props." George said with a serious expression, "But to be honest, although those Muggle things are powerful, they are too easy for wizards to deal with."

"It's just that bombs don't work." Fred nodded in agreement, "So we have been researching and improving, until today we finally came up with results!"

Harry was taken aback, looked at Molly, with an apologetic expression on his face: "I'm sorry, Aunt Molly, it's because of me."

Molly shook her head quickly and interrupted him: "No, Harry, how could it be your problem."

"All of us are very aware of the dilemma you are facing. They should help you, that is... that is"

Arthur added for his wife: "Dangerous alchemy should be carried out when others can help, not in private, alone or secretly."

"We're just a matter of a small parameter." Fred sighed. "Mathematics is really hard."

"Correct that, and you can produce results." George pinched his waist, confidently, "It's very powerful, we decided to name it a grenade that can freeze people to death even if it doesn't blow them up!"

Harry was expressionless: "Should be changed to "let the inventor suffer a lot and almost freeze to death with the grenade."

"Hey, Harry, you can't do that," Fred protested. "We're on the same side."

"Yes, yes!" George protested.

Harry took out two glass bottles, threw them into two balls of eternal fire, and stuffed them into their arms: "Take this thing with you, and you can't leave it when you sleep."

"It's summer." Frey grinned.

"If you don't want to get sick, just listen to me." Harry pressed the heads of the two of them.

"Okay." George reluctantly agreed, but his face soon regained his excitement, "You saw the mighty just now, and we can get the result tonight."

Harry pressed their heads again: "Okay, my dear brothers, take care of yourself."

"Don't worry about the alchemy bomb, your body is more important."

"It's not too late to continue after you have rested."

Then, he paused slightly: "And, for the sake of Professor Snape, next time you conduct such a dangerous research, you can find me, or Uncle Arthur, or Professor Dumbledore. I will protect you from the sidelines.”

"I feel guilty for hurting you."

"You can't hurt my dear brothers because of me, promise me, okay?"

George twisted his body like a maggot like Fred: "Harry, you don't need to say such provocative words."

"My God, please scold me a little bit." Fred chanted exaggeratedly, "You're so awkward!"

"The guy whose brain is empty and stuffed with troll feces." Snape fulfilled their request as they wished, "I remember I taught you in the class of the third grade that dangerous procedures must be done in the hands of experienced people." Accompanied."

"Potion brewing and alchemy invention, there is no difference in essence, both are dangerous research."

"It's too bad, how did you get into the potion improvement class?"

George and Fred didn't speak, they lowered their heads and trembled.

Snape sneered, shook his sleeves and left.

Molly and Arthur can now understand George and Fred's intentions, but it doesn't mean they can accept the behavior of the two brothers. After persuading Harry and Dumbledore to leave, they closed the door and began to ruthlessly rebuke.

Until dinner began, they scolded them for half an hour.

Both George and Fred looked sullen during the meal.

the next day.

Harry hadn't been able to go out to pick up Hermione, Manchester and London were too far away.

　Ten thousand! ! !Great success today! ! ! ! !
　　Ask for a monthly ticket, and continue tomorrow

　　
　
(End of this chapter)