Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 44 A Magical Premonition (Please read~)

In Lockhart's eyes.

A bunch of leeks so fresh, ready to be harvested.

He took a deep breath and smiled brighter: "My dear students, are you surprised why professors are here?"

"I have a very unfortunate news to inform you that maybe Hogwarts is in danger and needs me..."

"Professor Lockhart." Professor McGonagall interrupted him with a cold face, "We'd better not delay the students' opening dinner."

"Now."

"All the students line up and wait for the professor to check."

Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape.

Two serious faces.

No one dared to disobey them.

Mag waved his wand, invisible magic surged across them, and Snape was holding something like a glass spinning top.

Walking past a little wizard, the thing shone with light and turned quickly.

Snape stared at them blankly.

The little wizards shivered, and took out a few things from their robes, all of which were not very dangerous black magic items.

When the two professors were busy.

Like a peacock, Lockhart is surrounded by little witches, the charming wizard, teaching them some beauty magic.

How to make your hair soft and smooth, how to make your skin delicate and smooth.

Even manicure, teeth whitening, fresh breath...

Hermione probed her head.

These spells all sound very useful.

The two professors looked black and checked all the little wizards. There are a lot of dark magic items, Slytherin is the hardest hit area, and Ravenclaw has more than Gryffindor.

Surprisingly, the Weasley brothers didn't have a single Dark Arts item on them.

The little badgers are the most well-behaved, only a fourth-year little witch was found to be carrying a black magic item-she didn't mean it, it was a gift from her boyfriend in Durmstrang.

When Snape grimaced and pulled the amulet away, she burst into tears.

Potter is over there.

You go to him!

Most of the first-year wizards were dazed and nervous.

Harry glanced over, noticed one of them, and asked Ron, "That red-haired girl, is that your sister?"

"Yes, the youngest sister in our family." Ron nodded and smiled, "She admires you very much."

"It's a pity I haven't been able to see you."

Hermione snorted.

Harry frowned: "She's a little nervous."

"After all, this kind of thing happens when I go to school." Ron spread his hands, "George and Fred didn't scare her a lot during the summer vacation."

"Are you embellishing too?" Harry added.

Ron was taken aback, and waved his hands: "I'm just a little girl, let me describe the facts - Harry Potter was assigned to Gryffindor after he pulled out the sword of Gryffindor."

Hermione was angry: "Then your little sister is probably worried about whether she can go to school now."

Harry didn't continue talking.

He looked at Ginny twice more—her nervousness was different from that of other little wizards. She was afraid of something, afraid that something would not be discovered...

When buying the book that day, did the Weasleys have contact with Malfoy?
but…

Professor McGonagall walked past her without moving.

Professor Snape passed by without turning the looking glass in his hand.

Harry paid no more attention.

Lockhart's twittering, as well as the little witches' exclamations from time to time, were annoying.

"Our proud Professor Lockhart, the students, Professor McGonagall and I have finished the inspection, now, immediately, we are going back to the castle!" Snape gritted his teeth and walked to the group of witches.

He glanced over coldly.

The little witches retreated reluctantly.

"Severus, you should..." Lockhart waved his hand regretfully.

"We're not close enough to call each other by name," Snape interrupted.

"Okay, Professor Snape." Lockhart didn't look embarrassed at all, "We should be more lenient with the little wizard."

"Maybe." Snape said coldly, "but we shouldn't be more lenient with an adult wizard."

"Professor Lockhart, there are still things that need us in the castle." Professor McGonagall rarely spoke to Snape, "There is no extra time for you to show how popular you are among the little witches."

The three of them left in a hurry, carrying a pile of confiscated black magic items.

"Suddenly found that Professor Snape is a bit handsome." Ron sighed with emotion.

"Shampoo," Harry said.

Ron was taken aback.

"The smell of hair oil has been reduced a lot," Harry added.

Ron sniffed his nose: "You can smell this too?"

"Not the shampoo I gave him, though." Harry nodded. "Do you like that? I'll have to pick and choose for Christmas."

Ron hesitated to speak.

He felt that whatever shampoo Harry picked, Snape would not like it.

But before they could speak, Hermione and Harry followed the other students to another muddy path, and he hurriedly followed, forgetting his thoughts—forget it, Snape liked it or not, and he what is the relationship?
At the end of the trail, a carriage was parked.

"It looks like we're going to take a carriage." Hermione said in a surprised tone, "I haven't ridden in such a thing before."

Ron climbed into the carriage: "Fred said this is a carriage with invisible horses. If you reach out, you can still touch them."

Hermione tentatively stretched out her hand slowly.

"It's a Thestral." Harry explained, his eyes soft. "A magical creature that can only be seen by those who have seen real death."

Ron and Hermione froze, grieving for Harry.

"Harry, those things are over..." Hermione pursed her lips, and spoke weakly to comfort her.

"It's a pity you can't see it." Harry sighed, "It's really beautiful, but it's a little thinner."

A witcher may be able to live without a sorceress friend, but he can never live without a horse.

The two of them were taken aback again.

Too bad to forget that Harry is a person with a different brain circuit than normal people.

They got into the carriage.

Harry was thinking about how to tame Dumbledore and let him allow him to take a Thestral. Now he was far from being a qualified witcher, and he still had a lot of equipment.

Like, say, a good horse.

The carriage bumped.

On the way, the magical aura from the first-year entrance surged again, deepening the brand left before.

Entering the castle, the little wizards were discussing today's matter lively - this kind of thing is not unusual, the professors would be so serious.

Some dark magic gadgets are not uncommon.

Senior students will inevitably come into contact with some—whether it is as an exam content or out of their own interests.

There are some black magic books in the restricted area, and even some... can be called advanced.

Previously, as long as they were not exposed to the eyes of the professor, everyone knew it.

Is it because of what happened to Quirrell last year?
They eagerly discussed why.

It wasn't until Professor McGonagall led the little wizards in that the chirping discussions gradually subsided. After listening to the hat and singing, each first-year freshman was assigned a good school.

Harry couldn't wait to walk over and took the hat in his hand.

"Harry!" The Sorting Hat was very excited. "Finally we meet again. You miss me too, don't you?"

"Summer vacation is really boring. Dumbledore is always busy, and the portraits of the headmasters didn't want to chat with me."

"Even Fox, who is about to go to his next reincarnation now, doesn't have time to play with me...I mean, he doesn't have the strength to bully me."

Harry tucked it into his robes: "No, I just wanted Gryffindor Sword."

Fighting with Professor Flitwick, the kind of stone-turned sword is not as easy as the Gryffindor sword.

"Can't you say something nice?" The Sorting Hat poked Harry's waist with its tip, "At least trick me, this old hat, and make me happy. Maybe I can give you something more during the trial." many……"

"and many more!"

"What are your clothes, why are they so hard?"

Harry forked a sausage: "It's leather armor, made of that troll's hide."

"This is a school!" The Sorting Hat exclaimed. "You seem to be going to the battlefield. Gryffindor hasn't even worn armor."

"Yes, this is Hogwarts." Harry nodded.

The Sorting Hat snorted, "The safest place in the world."

"You mean the safety of a troll, a stick, a crown, or a clump of Voldemort that got in last year?" Harry swallowed the sausage in his mouth.

The Sorting Hat is speechless.

"You stayed in the office this year, so you should have heard some rumors?" Harry continued, "Although Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape have conducted inspections."

"but……"

Before he finished speaking, the Sorting Hat clicked his tongue and fell silent.

Hermione frowned, worried, and lowered her voice: "Harry, you mean, it's very possible this year, what will happen?"

"Malfoy, I mean Draco Malfoy might be a fool," Harry replied, "but his father obviously wasn't."

Ron echoed: "My father said that Lucius Malfoy is cunning, but he has completely wiped out his identity as a Death Eater."

"There's no way he didn't notice that Dobby was missing." Harry put down his fork, "but he's still in the mood to fight Mr. Weasley."

Ron stiffened his neck: "He was beaten!"

"He is no match for my father."

"And I have a hunch." Harry shook his head, "Hogwarts may not be as safe as Hagrid said."

Hermione frowned.

"Why is it British food tonight?" Harry sighed, with a gloomy face, "Aren't French and German dishes bad?"

Ron agreed and gnawed on two sausages.

After dinner.

Dumbledore stood up, did not mention Dobby, did not explain why the black magic items were confiscated, but simply introduced Lockhart.

By the way, it's a cliché, mentioning the rules of Hogwarts.

Do not cast spells in the corridors, and do not enter the Forbidden Forest.

that night.

Harry put on the Invisibility Cloak and slipped into the Forbidden Forest. He had to make sure that the activities of the bicorns had changed after a summer vacation.

Good news, no changes.

He could start preparing to hunt this most crucial magical creature.

　Three shifts today!
　　Thanks to the book friend tail number 1981 for the reward!
　　Thank you for the reward that the man under the moon has passed away!

　　Thank you Zhuge Kongming giao for your reward!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)