Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 236 Emmeline

"Mom!" Ron yelled dissatisfied, "It's not wrong."

Mo Li was taken aback. The simple words made her brain shut down, and it took her a while to realize what they meant.

But this meaning made her move her hands, and she looked at her son in disbelief: "You mean, that thing is for you?"

Ron nodded.

"But Harry..." Molly's voice became softer, and she looked at another little wizard at the table.

She'd always thought it was supposed to be Harry's.

Her own child got it, which made her feel ashamed of "the dove occupying the magpie's nest".

"Aunt Molly, Ron has this ability, and it's only natural that he got it." Harry keenly caught this leaked emotion, and comforted him.

The client's speech made her feel a little better, but only a little.

Ron also caught this emotion, sighed, and said openly: "Mom, Harry is too busy. Professor Dumbledore asked him, but Harry refused, so it fell on me."

Spit it out.

Not only Molly, but even Arthur, who was reading the newspaper, couldn't help but look sideways—when did my child become like this?

Ron was a good boy, but he suffered from being born too late and being a boy.

Used things since childhood.

He has always been very concerned about this point. Before the third grade, he often quarreled with them because of this matter. They understood it very well, but they were powerless. In the past two years, the family has become richer, and this kind of conflict has never erupted again.

However, the fact that the contradiction does not erupt does not mean that the contradiction disappears.

Both Arthur and Molly knew that after living a good life and turning back to a miserable and barren life, the conflict would become more intense.

"Secondhand" is a forbidden word at home.

Although the prefect's badge is new, but Ron himself said that it is "something other people are too busy to want." and "second-hand".

He didn't care at all?
"Harry doesn't need the title of prefect either." Ron took a bite of his toast, and continued, "His voice in Gryffindor is much bigger than any prefect."

"After all, it belongs to our Gryffindor." Fred, who was holding the fire bottle, nodded in agreement, and he had just spoken half of the sentence.

Harry looked over with sharp eyes like a knife.

Let him grunt and swallow the pompous second half of the sentence.

Still didn't say that word.

"Then the prefect of Gryffindor this year is really little Ronnie?" Molly took out her wand, waved it lightly, and the letter in Ron's hand that he was looking at flew into her hand, one by one. Read the words.

"Mom." Ron dragged his voice and sighed helplessly, "I'm the third grader anyway, so have more confidence in me."

Molly was full of joy, with a deep smile: "Sorry, sorry, Charlie and Bill are both No. 1 prefects, I thought"

Ron muttered: "If it weren't for Harry, I should be No.1 among the boys."

Hermione didn't speak, just laughed lightly—she didn't doubt Ron's ability now, but judging from his learning attitude in the first and second grades, it would be difficult to have such a success without Harry's urging him. Good results.

Ron frowned: "Hermione, what are you laughing at?"

Harry followed suit.

Ron frowned even more.

George and Fred laughed exaggeratedly, too.

Smiles infected everyone at the table.

Molly held the letter in one hand, and held her face in the other: "God, this is really great, our family is all prefects, Ginny, you have to ask a few brothers"

Fred sighed exaggeratedly, wishing he could go from Black's old house to Hogwarts in one breath: "My God, George, my dear brother, I didn't expect to finally get this news when we were adults."

"We are not children of the Weasley family." George covered his heart with a distorted expression, "Mom, no, Mrs. Weasley, thank you for teaching us over the years. Although it is not your own, it is better than your own."

The two brothers wiped their tears hypocritically.

"If you could do half as well as Percy." Molly scowled, "you might be able to be a prefect too."

"But our dear Prefect Percy, Prefect Charlie, and Prefect Bill, their combined salary may be about the same as ours." George puffed out his chest proudly.

Mollie didn't speak, she waved her wand.

Hush—the rags flew up from the table and hit them in the face.

"It's breakfast time, eat!" Molly returned the letter with a serious expression.

George and Fred took off the rags and cast each other cleansing charms.

"Harry, when are you going to buy textbooks?" Arthur put down the newspaper, the content on it made him feel a little high blood pressure - "Daily Prophet" did not report on Harry and Dumbledore during this period.

But there are always some "fables" on the front page, and today is the story of "The Woodcutter and Hermes," which has a more popular and well-known name-"Golden Ax and Silver Axe."

What are you implying?

To imply that Harry and Dumbledore, friends of the woodcutter, are greedy, dishonest bastards?

hateful!

Harry glanced at the newspaper and stretched out his hand a little. The newspaper wobbled and flew into the distance with difficulty: "Today, I just happen to be going back to Godric's Hollow."

"Are you going back to the valley?" Arthur was taken aback, but soon came to his senses, "Bring your grandfather's portrait here?"

Harry nodded: "Well, I need to find Raignac to update the equipment."

The dragon skin and bones had been lying in his pocket for a long time.

"I'll take Harry there!" Sirius raised his hand and took the initiative to embrace it.

"I'm coming too." Lupine agreed.

Arthur looked at the three of them, and felt a drum in his heart. Letting three Gryffindors out, wouldn't this lineup be too much?
"I will notify Emmeline later and let her be with you." Arthur thought, and with a wave of his wand, parchment and quills flew over, and he wrote a letter. Boss expertly tied it to his feet, facing After Hedwig asked for two owl food, she raised her arms and flew away.

"Emeline?" Harry repeated the name.

"Harry, you haven't seen her." Arthur simply explained, "She is a very reliable witch. She is your parents' senior sister. When she first confronted the mysterious man, she was a member of the Order of the Phoenix. We Everyone is willing to believe her."

"Now that the Order of the Phoenix has been reorganized, Professor Dumbledore only invites a few people back. Emmeline was Dumbledore's first thought."

Harry was expressionless, eating his breakfast.

Arthur thought about it, and added: "She came from Hufflepuff School."

Harry's expression became a little more relaxed: "Uncle Arthur, this sentence is much more convincing than the previous one."

Hufflepuff-born wizards may not necessarily be excellent, but in most cases, they are very reliable—maybe, when they were at Hogwarts, the young wizards from the other three colleges had average perceptions of Hufflepuff. , or have no impression at all.

But after graduating and working their way around the world for a few years, they'll be proud of the many Hufflepuff friends they've made.

even.
For some jobs, during interviews, the wizards participating in the interview will be reviewed and how many Hufflepuff friends they have. If there is no one, then this person is definitely not very reliable.

"I thought you wouldn't know this." Arthur laughed, "Hufflepuff after all."

"Cedric is a very good wizard." Harry thought of someone and mentioned.

Arthur nodded: "Little Mr. Diggory is indeed very good, but Mr. Diggory."

He was struggling, a little unsure what adjective to use.

"Too Karkaroff," Ron added for his father.

Arthur was taken aback, thinking that Karkaroff's performance during the Triwizard Tournament was even more extreme than Ludo's. He unabashedly and openly favored Krum, wishing to step on everyone who was compared with Krum— —whether that person is better than Krum or not.

Thinking about it carefully, it is actually similar to Mr. Diggory.

"It's a little too Karkaroff." Arthur nodded, "He always showed off his children in front of us, especially after Harry became the heir to Gryffindor, he also said that his children would definitely be Hufflepuff heir."

"Cedric does have the qualifications and ability." Harry nodded.

Arthur curled his lips, and his tone weakened: "This hasn't become the heir yet."

They chatted and ate their breakfast slowly.

The "Emeline Vance" whom Arthur spoke of also came.

She is a tall, thin lady, not young, about fifty, but her body is well maintained, her skin has no wrinkles or scars, she wears a refreshing ponytail, and she is dressed like a student who just left school. But full of experienced maturity.

"Harry?" Emmeline called him affectionately, "We finally met."

Harry greeted her: "Hello."

"You really look like James." Emmeline sighed, "But you are much more mature than him."

"Thank you." Harry nodded.

"Let's go now?" Emmeline was decisive.

Harry had no objection.

Sirius grabbed Harry's arm, and they chose the safest and most convenient way-apparition.

After spinning around, it appeared in Godric's Hollow, more than 100 meters away from Potter's old house.

With the remaining distance, they walked slowly.

When he reached the door, Harry suddenly stretched out his hand, signaling to stop.

"What's wrong?" Sirius asked nervously.

Emmeline and Lupine drew their wands.

Harry rubbed his head and looked around, all traces were revealed in the witcher's field of vision.

Disorderly footsteps at the door.

"Someone came in, the footprints are not familiar, four or five days ago."

"Small footprints, baby? Not a goblin."

Leprechaun?

This made several people startled.

Harry went on.

"Only the footprints of a goblin, no companions."

"The breath has dissipated." He sniffed, then shook his head, "I won't be able to tell if I recognize you for a while."

He looked into the yard: "The magic has not been broken, it has not been able to enter the door."

"But tried and caused some havoc."

(End of this chapter)