Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 34 Do You Know Snape?
Compared to the joy of other little wizards, Hermione was very sad to say goodbye to Harry.

papers, notes...

There is too much difference between myself and Harry, No. 1 in grade.

There are still many things I don't understand.

After the separation, she had to study these things in a daze by herself. No one reminded herself at the critical moment, so she felt wronged.

But in the last two or three days, she has not been able to calm down and read a book, and Hermione has become the busiest person in Gryffindor.

Every first-year lion cub told Hermione that they would definitely send her a letter during the summer vacation, and begged her to reply too.

even…

Some little badgers heard the news from nowhere and came to the door.

Hermione spat hard inwardly.

All of them are greedy for their own work.

Oh, she sees it through.

The last night of the school year.

The atmosphere in the auditorium was lively, but the Slytherin table looked a little deserted. The hall was decorated with Gryffindor's red and gold color scheme, and behind the teacher's seat, hung a huge banner, with a vivid lion showing its teeth and claws.

Professor McGonagall smiled hotly.

Seven years.

It's been seven years.

The House Cup no longer belongs to Slytherin, but to Gryffindor.

The third year Hufflepuff came out to Cedric, and he was brilliant, just like Harry was to the first year, exceptionally good.

In the first grade of Gryffindor, there is not only Harry, but also Hermione.

even…

That Ron, who looked like a pendant, was able to get the fifth grade in the grade.

The era of Slytherin is over, it is difficult for the sixth and seventh grades to get extra points in class, they no longer have an advantage.

Dumbledore was the last one to come, and when he was seated, the auditorium was slowly quiet, and the Weasley brothers, who were always the most troublesome, kept their mouths shut and looked at Dumbledore expectantly.

"Another school year has passed." Dumbledore stood up and said with emotion, "I am so relieved to see you all growing up lively."

"A brand new era has come, isn't it?"

"Presumably you don't like to hear an old man like me gossip, so let's start the Academy Cup awards ceremony directly!"

He flicked his wand, and golden words appeared in the air.

"No.4 Hufflepuff, 352 points."

"No.3 Ravenclaw, 426 points."

"No.2 Slytherin, 472 points."

"No.1 Gryffindor, 491 points."

Harry's night tours would never be caught by anyone, and the bonus points for him were far more than the deductions.

Hufflepuff looked at Harry with some envy, but they quickly set their eyes on a little wizard with brown hair, bushy eyebrows and big eyes on the long table of their house.

"Gryffindor performed very well." Dumbledore laughed. "I almost forgot when was the last time Gryffindor won the House Cup."

"but--"

"At the last moment, I still have some points to distribute."

"Harry Potter—"

"He made up for my old man's negligent mistakes, from Professor Quirrell, oh... Maybe he shouldn't be called a professor."

"From the hands of the dark wizard Quirrell, he protected the Philosopher's Stone and successfully defeated him."

"I think many of you should have heard of it? Quirrell is still lying in the school infirmary."

"For this, I'll give fifty points to our heroic Lion King!"

Harry squinted and looked at Dumbledore - he was beaming, waving his hands, putting on a big hat for himself, and boasting about his reputation, which was somewhat pompous.

he does not like.

Snape didn't like it either, staring at Dumbledore viciously, his wand in his hands.

But not many people noticed Dumbledore's little thoughts.

The little lions didn't think it was exaggerated, they liked Dumbledore's words very much, and under the lead of the Weasley brothers, they slapped the table and shouted: "Potter!"

"Potter!"

People from other colleges also looked sideways.

Especially the group of students from the fourth grade up.

They were surprised.

I heard that Potter is excellent, but... to this extent?

Quirrell's Defense Against the Dark Arts is indeed badly taught, but the fourth-year students have all seen Quirrell in a normal state-he was a professor of Muggle Studies at Hogwarts before.

He is really good.

Even if he becomes crazy and abnormal now, his strength lies there.

A first-year little wizard already has the level of a seven-year outstanding graduate?
Even Hufflepuff's face became slightly heavy.

After seven years of being "ruled" by Slytherin, is it Gryffindor's turn now?

Oh no……

Tonight's party has become a playground for the little lions to cheer.

Wood contributed all his vodka - only then did he realize that he had lost two bottles from his stockpile, and he was so angry that he grabbed the Weasley brothers and gave them a good beating.

Harry faced all the lion cubs alone.

Drank fifteen bottles of vodka in one night.

After drinking to their heart's content, Harry forced them to dance together by the Black Lake, howling while dancing, the mermaids in the lake popped their heads and screamed along, not knowing whether they were singing together or cursing.

The witches couldn't bear to look directly.

The school year is over.

Harry made an appointment with Professor Flitwick to pick him up on the third Monday of July.

and one most important thing.

He had to return the Sorting Hat to Dumbledore, and before that he had to remove the contents of the hat.

Some magic materials that can only be found in the Forbidden Forest, half a bottle of vodka, papers, books, and even half an unfinished muffin.

The Sorting Hat was furious: "My God, how many things did you stuff in my body!"

"I am the hat!"

Harry tidied up his things and held them in his arms: "I thought you were used to it."

The Sorting Hat nodded its tip: "I don't have one! It's just that I can't hit people, I'm just a hat."

"Can I take the Gryffindor sword?" Harry looked at it and made a request.

The Sorting Hat refused decisively: "No."

Harry didn't force it either. This summer, he and Professor Flitwick will go to meet the master blacksmith.

Although the Gryffindor sword is good, it is only a weapon for ordinary people after all. It is short and light. I am still young, so I can use it easily, but when I grow older and grow up, I am afraid that it will be stretched.

The little wizards of the first grade did not leave through the main entrance like the students of other grades—they still took a boat, crossed the black lake, crossed the mountain road, and arrived at the train platform as they did on the first day of school.

The magical breath strengthened on them.

Look back at the castle.

It just got kinder.

The train whistled and returned to London in the dark. At the train station, Hermione was tearful and grabbed Harry's hand: "You must write to me during the summer vacation!"

Harry hasn't answered yet.

Ron looked excited: "Hermione, I will definitely write it for you."

"If you didn't ask me to borrow homework, then I would be very happy." Hermione was expressionless.

Ron froze.

He lowered his head and muttered, "I have my brother, and Percy..."

"Even if you ask us, you have to use your brain." Fred patted Ron on the shoulder, "And Percy is less human than Miss Granger."

George chimed in: "He'd never lend someone else's homework."

"He just said..."

"Ronnie, you have to write it yourself. Look at Granger and Potter, how good they are." Fredella said in a long tone, putting on airs.

Percy came from behind and kicked Fred to the ground: "When you speak ill of others, you'd better pay attention to whether that person is by your side."

Harry bid them farewell.

A warm hug with Mrs. Weasley, too, and a request that next year's sweaters be red-gold, as he doesn't like green very much.

Mrs Weasley obliged happily.

After leaving the train station, I saw the chubby figure of Uncle Fernon.

"I thought you wouldn't be coming back." Fenon was obviously in a bad mood, he took Harry's luggage and stuffed it roughly into the trunk, "You said so in the Christmas letter!"

"But the principal thinks that we should stay at your home for at least one month every summer vacation." Harry followed him into the car.

What he said made Feinon feel even worse, and he slammed the horn: "That's great, one month every year, I have to live with a freak in my house."

"Hope the neighbors don't think my house is haunted."

The car started slowly.

Harry suddenly said, "Uncle Vernon, would you like to lose a little fat on your body?"

crunch--

Fernon slammed on the brakes, turned his head, looked at Harry in fear, his face was pale and drenched in cold sweat: "What do you want to do!"

In an instant, he imagined countless scenes.

Harry took his mysterious little stick, and with a single swing, the knife cut off a piece of his flesh...

"You seem to have misunderstood something." Harry frowned, not quite understanding why Finon suddenly looked like he was about to kill him, "I mean, I learned some weight-loss potions."

"Drink it and it will make you thinner."

Feinong heaved a sigh of relief, his eyes turned black and he quickly regained his sight. He restarted the car and gritted his teeth: "No need!"

"I'm not going to drink the weird stuff you freaks boil!"

Harry didn't speak any more, just went home so quietly.

Dudley was obviously more courageous than his parents, and curiously looked at this cousin who had not seen for a long time and had left a deep impression in his mind.

"Aunt Petunia." Harry walked in dragging his luggage - what he hated the most was the rule that little wizards were not allowed to use magic outside of school.

Petunia shuddered.

"Do you know Snape?" Harry asked impatiently before he entered the door, "Severus Snape."

hear the name.

Petunia was in a trance, as if she had returned to the afternoon when she was 11 years old.

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