Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 46 Calling God to Guard

At night, Harry took Ron, the two of them put on the invisibility cloak, and went to the kitchen.

Walk through the auditorium.

Just entered the underground corridor.

"Wait, my legs are a little weak." Ron grabbed Harry.

Harry turned around, casting a puzzled look.

"This is too close to Professor Snape's office." Ron took a deep breath, "Give me a break."

He was terrified of Snape.

Even though, his performance in class was quite satisfactory and he almost never received a reprimand, but who wasn't afraid of Snape's appearance when he sprayed venom?

They were lucky not to run into Snape.

The painting was also very conspicuous, Harry raised his hand and scratched the pear, it sneered a few times, then floated out and turned into a green doorknob.

Harry pulled.

Walk in with Ron.

In the room, dozens of elves were busy with their work, while looking over - it was empty.

Illusion spell?

"Which little wizard is it?" An elf came over, sniffing his nose, and asked respectfully, "Is there anything I can do for Crowe to help?"

"Prepare me a live cow and stun me with the Sleeping Curse." Harry ordered without taking off his invisibility cloak, lowering his voice.

The magic contract can allow these elves to distinguish whether they are students of Hogwarts or not.

But he has almost no trust in this creature.

"Of course, but...it may take a while." Crowe nodded and complied.

"How long?" Harry asked.

"Tomorrow night!" Crowe was pitiful, clutching his ears, "Crow still has to clean Hogwarts, and he can satisfy the little wizard's request tomorrow night."

"Don't punish yourself," Harry ordered before it started crying and yelling and beating itself. "Tomorrow at eleven o'clock, I'll come and get it."

Seeing Harry finished speaking, Ron asked expectantly, "Are there any lamb chops for dinner?"

"Of course!" Crowe snapped his fingers, and a plate of lamb chops fell into its hands, "Are these enough? There are still many in the kitchen."

"Enough is enough." Ron happily reached out and took it.

Crowe's mood became high: "Crow helped the little wizard!"

"Does the little wizard have any orders?"

"Tomorrow morning, prepare me a mushroom soup, a croissant, and a small piece of butter, and send it to Gryffindor..." Ron muttered as he gnawed on the lamb chops.

Harry gave him a gentle elbow.

"Send it to the Gryffindor table." Ron changed his words immediately.

Crowe bowed: "Everything is at your command, little wizard."

They leave immediately.

On the way, while gnawing on the food, Ron sighed with emotion: "How good they are, the lamb chops are almost the same as the freshly made ones."

"But it was the elf who intercepted your thesis and made you have to rewrite it before school started." Harry reached out and twisted a piece, making up the knife by the way.

Ron's face turned green: "Thank you for reminding me of this."

They walk back to the lounge.

"Harry, can I go to the Forbidden Forest with you tomorrow?" Ron asked suddenly when he was about to reach the dormitory.

Harry shook his head.

"I promise, I will be quiet..." Ron swore immediately, every lion cub had an adventurous heart in his heart.

"It's very close to the acromantula's den." Harry said softly, "and they're a little restless. At the end of last semester, they were eager to try and attack me several times."

spider.

Or a giant spider.

Let Ron's face become greener than before: "Well, if this is the case, then if there is a chance next time."

"Of course." Harry nodded.

Thursday.

The lion cubs in the second grade can sleep in for a while, and the first transfiguration class doesn't start until ten o'clock.

Transfiguration is one of the most difficult subjects at Hogwarts, perhaps only after Defense Against the Dark Arts - the difficulty of the latter is that there is no qualified professor, and the difficulty of the former is that there is no qualified brain.

Professor McGonagall took them to review the content at the end of last semester.

To turn a ladybug into a button—

Only Harry and Hermione performed well and succeeded once.

Ron had a little accident.

He made the buttons, but his legs were still there, and he was crawling around on the table. He had to smash it to death with a book to solve the problem.

In a fit of rage, Professor McGonagall laid out an eight-inch paper.

They had plenty of time to rest at noon to digest the content of the Transfiguration class, and to recover enough energy to face the last two Potions classes of the week.

Two sections joined together.

Snape posed a problem for them. They had to brew the bone-growing potion, which was a potion that required very precise precision. Even a little carelessness would make the potion ineffective.

This was no problem for Hermione and Harry.

They came out fine.

It is also the whole class, one of the few successful people.

"The quality is so-so, maybe people who take your potion will have to endure two days of pain before they can grow their bones." Snape commented on Hermione's potion, paused, and said hastily, "Gryffindor, One point."

The room came to a standstill.

Everyone looked at Snape in disbelief.

and many more…

What did Professor Snape say just now?
Snape had already picked up Harry's medicine bottle, glanced at it, let out a "tsk" before putting it down hastily, and sprayed the poison on the next person.

Wait for the course to end.

Ron kept looking at Hermione, his eyes full of curiosity: "Hermione, what did you do?"

"Why did Professor Snape give you extra points?"

"Only one point." Hermione shook her head, "And the professor deducted five points from Harry today, obviously his potion is better."

"Maybe, you remind him of my mother." Harry said a conjecture, "The way you handle the materials is very similar."

Hermione said nothing.

"I want to learn too." Ron looked envious. "It doesn't matter whether you get extra points or not, as long as Professor Snape stops scolding me."

Hermione snorted coldly: "During the summer vacation, you were asked to learn but you didn't. Now I think about it."

"Who will study in summer vacation?" Ron complained, looking at Hermione.

She is confident, she has been immersed in her studies during the summer vacation.

He looked at Harry again, and Harry was also confident - this one was stronger than Hermione, and he tired Professor Flitwick like that.

"Students are supposed to study during the summer vacation?" Ron said in surprise, and began to doubt himself.Looking back on the past, apart from the Weasley brothers...

It seems that Percy, Charlie, and Bill all study during summer vacation.

wrong!

The Weasley brothers also read sometimes.

It turns out that he is really an outlier?
"Study hard, Ron." Harry said earnestly.

"Study hard, Ron." Hermione followed suit, "Should we try to win the top three this year? Professor McGonagall will be very happy."

Ron's face was painful: "Oh, okay, I will work hard."

"If you get third, I'll take you to the Forbidden Forest." Harry promised.

Ron's eyes glowed: "Really?"

There was a sudden surge of motivation in him.

After dinner, Ron plunged into his textbooks as he attempted to finish his Transfiguration thesis, while Harry headed to Snape's office.

Today was the first extra-curricular lesson of the term - Professor McGonagall hadn't locked him up yet, and Harry felt that after going to the Forbidden Forest, he had to turn himself in.

What a great time to waste.

Knocking on the office door, Harry walked in.

"Potter, I thought your empty mind would forget about it." Snape stood up, stared at Harry, and sneered.

"Actually, I almost forgot." Harry said blankly. "Actually, I came to ask Professor Snape why he gave Hermione extra points."

"It seems that our Mr. Potter is starting to lose his mind." Snape waved his wand, and the surrounding decorations receded. "Would you prefer to see me deduct points from Gryffindor?"

"okay."

"I don't want to see more of your stupid face, start tonight's class."

"Before you learn Occlumency, I think you have to learn the Patronus Charm first. You are better than trolls. You can turn the pages of books and know what the Patronus Charm is."

Harry nodded. "One of the oldest and most powerful spells for wizards, and the most famous defensive spell."

"Only the most upright and powerful wizards can cast white magic."

Snape narrowed his eyes: "Don't be smart enough to emphasize certain words."

"Professor, I don't." Harry looked innocent.

Snape flicked his sleeves: "The incantation of the Patronus Charm is Invoking Guardian."

"It doesn't require complicated gestures or complicated rituals. To cast this spell, you only need the purest joy and the purest positive emotions."

"Hold on tight to your wand, and remember your happiest moments—if you had one, and if you didn't, think of that little witch who was by your side."

Harry looked at Snape.

"What are you still doing?" Snape saw that he was still, "Wait until I cast the Imperius Curse on you?"

Harry said, "Professor, won't you demonstrate it to me?"

Snape's expression didn't change, but his aura... gradually became dangerous.

"Is that so, our smart and talented Potter also needs a demonstration from the professor?"

He spoke coldly, and the temperature in the room dropped several degrees.

"Of course." Harry nodded.

"Very good." Snape raised his wand and said a spell, "Call God to protect you!"

Silver-white mist spewed out from his wand, and in a short while, it became so thick that it filled the entire room. Suddenly, something solid came out and ran around the room in a hurry.

"Now, you see?" Snape withdrew the spell and gritted his teeth.

Harry nodded: "A very beautiful doe, seems to be a fallow deer?"

Snape raised his wand and pointed it at him: "Should I boast about your good eyesight and give Gryffindor a hundred points?"

"Now, immediately, cast the spell."

"Wish I didn't just wave your wand dryly like a troll wielding a stick after I've shown you once."

Harry raised his wand and held it tightly in both hands.

happy memories...

That's a lot.

Because Lambert wanted to become a witcher, he went to Geralt and was beaten up, and then he went to Vesemir and was beaten up again.

The first time I got drunk, I danced with them by the lake.

Those female sorceresses, female bards, and female doctors I met on the journey...

After returning to this world, that night, I chatted with my grandparents—even though they were just portraits.

And friends.

Hermione, Ron...

Although the witcher suffers everywhere, he is always protected by love, no matter where, no matter who, no matter what way.

He spoke and uttered the spell.

"Call God Guard!"

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