Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 237 Escape
Harry continued to check.

"The level of magic is not low, but the quality is very low."

"Slightly better than my ability to cast spells without a staff."

"No"

"It's not that the quality is low, it's that it's scruples and doesn't dare to make too much noise."

Sirius muttered: "Is it a house-elf? When I asked Professor Flitwick to cast a spell on Potter's old house, he even cast shadow-lock on the house-elves. If they want to come in, they have to come from Go in through the door."

"Professor Flitwick's magic cannot be broken by house elves." Lupine nodded seriously, agreeing with Sirius.

Emmeline wanted to chime in too.

Before she could nod her head, she hesitated when she noticed the person who said it—Sirius Black.

"Not a house-elf." Harry shook his head.

House-elves are yes-many creatures who usually tiptoe as quietly as they can.

But most of the footprints in front of the house are full footprints, and they are stepped on tightly.Unless the house-elf was holding a still-unweight Dudley, it would be hard to get out of the effect.

"It's a goblin."

He frowned and stood up straight: "This gives me a very bad feeling."

"Hasn't the magic of Potter's old house not been cracked?" Emmeline frowned and muttered.

"No, it's another bad premonition." Harry waved his wand, drawing his breath, and drawing the magic cast by Professor Flitwick, "There aren't many goblins in Godric's Hollow, they have something to do with me, There are only a few of them."

crunch--

The doors of the courtyard and the house opened.

They went in and checked inside and out, and it was true that no outsiders broke in. The group of Death Eaters did not leave any traps in Potter's old house as they expected the worst.

Not much to pack.

Those collections of books, portraits of grandpa, and some leftover belongings.

Arthur brought a box from the Ministry of Magic that had been cast with the Untraceable Stretching Charm. It was much better than Harry's bag, and it was large enough to fit the entire old Potter house.

Pack up your things, it's already noon.

They have a hasty bite.

Then, he walked non-stop to the blacksmith shop.

As soon as he arrived at the door, even Sirius realized that something was wrong—the magic of the blacksmith shop was invalidated, and the dilapidated house was exposed on the street.

"What's going on?" Emmeline took out her wand.

In the vicinity of such half-wizard gathering places, wizards' buildings are usually cast with a concealment spell to prevent Muggles from entering by mistake, especially in this era, it is even more difficult for wizards to guess what Muggles are thinking, no matter where they are— It seems that they can be seen on the top of the snow-capped mountains and in the depths of the ocean.

"There are no traces of battle." Harry also had doubts in his eyes, "but the magic has been destroyed."

"There's still breath in there."

"It's Hawke, and some other wizards."

He raised his hand, put the Quinn shield on himself, and walked in.

Push open the half-closed door.

Several breaths in the room suddenly became tense.

Several people pulled out their wands and clenched them tightly, and the veins on their arms suddenly popped out.

"Put down your wands, don't point them at me." Harry whispered, his eyes swept over the group of people - three Ministry of Magic officials in black robes, well-dressed, not from the Auror's office.

And the pitiful and aggrieved Hawke huddled in a corner.

"Mr. Potter?" A wizard said, he was still holding his wand, and he was even more nervous when he saw who was coming, "Why are you here?"

Harry took out his wand and waved it lightly: "Put it down, it's dangerous."

With a few whistling sounds, the wooden tables in the room twisted and changed, and the vines grabbed their wrists, forcing them to "drop naturally" their hands.

"Mr. Potter!" The wizard was even more frightened.

Most of the officials of the Ministry of Magic believed in the words of the "Daily Prophet".

Or rather, they had to believe it.

Even if you don't believe it at first, your unbelief will be shaken if you listen to it and publicize it a lot.

Harry withdrew his wand and didn't even look at them again: "This is a blacksmith shop, isn't it normal for me to come here?"

"Where's Legnac?"

He looked at Hawk in the corner.

"Mr. Potter, cunning Legnac, he...he escaped." Hawke replied with a trembling voice, aggrieved.

"Escaped?" Harry wasn't surprised, and thought to himself, sure enough.

When he saw the footprints in front of Potter's old house, he had such a guess.

Hawke sobbed: "After the end of this year's Triwizard Tournament, Mr. Potter, you won the championship and became the best little wizard. Hawke, I am very happy."

"The imitation of the Gryffindor sword will definitely sell more. Although the cunning Legnac is cursing, I know that he is also very happy-after all, there is no goblin who does not want to see the treasure of the goblin family. It will flourish in the hands of those who use it.”

"But the Ministry of Magic suddenly issued an order that we are not allowed to make Gryffindor swords anymore. Everything related to you, Mr. Potter, has become a prohibited matter."

"A lot, a lot of Galleons go away from me."

It sobbed louder.

There's nothing more painful than not letting goblins make money.

"Legnak is also very angry, and he is even willing to take his salary to go to the tavern to drink." Hawke continued, "But what can we do?"

"We are just poor goblins, subject to the management of human wizards."

"But Legnac didn't think so. It once again considered the blacksmith shop as its property. When the wizards from the Ministry of Magic came to clean up the tools, a conflict broke out. It injured the human wizard and snatched a handful Blacksmith Hammer."

Speaking of which, Hoxton.

"However, it hadn't escaped at that time, and it had been hiding in his burrow until a few days ago, when I went to check his situation routinely, I found that he was gone!"

"It escaped! Afraid of the Ministry of Magic's punishment for injuring a human wizard."

Lupine sneered: "I don't think the Ministry of Magic has the guts."

The Ministry of Magic has a high arrogance towards non-human races, but when dealing with non-human races, it is extremely cautious, even cautious. This contradiction runs through the entire "Department of Management and Control of Fantastic Beasts".

Lupine knew their temperament well.

The three officials of the Ministry of Magic grinned and looked at Lupine, thinking of his identity as a werewolf, they dared not speak out.

"Do you know where Raignac might have fled?" Harry asked him.

Hawk shook his head: "No, I don't know, maybe he will go to other old school goblins, but I went to find him, and he is not there."

"Any other clues?" Harry asked again.

Hawk shook twice, thought of something, and said quickly: "Friend!"

"Yes, I saw Legnac make two friends!"

"In the bar, they were wearing black robes, they were mysterious, but they accidentally chatted with Raignac."

　Today is gone, look for the status, woo woo woo
　　
　
(End of this chapter)