Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 7

Great Britain has a humid climate.

Even in September, the night is still piercingly cold.

Hagrid waved the huge oil lamp: "First year, first year! Come over here, oh, Harry, are you all right? Come over to me."

They followed Hagrid across the lane to the lake and got into a boat.

Shaking around, he headed towards Hogwarts.

A boat can hold four people, Harry, Ron, and the remaining two are the brown-haired bucktooth otter who met once on the train, and a little boy named Neville who looks like a Scottish round-faced fat chicken. .

"Hello, we meet again." The otter girl greeted them.

Ron responded perfunctorily, "Hello."

Harry nodded, more perfunctorily.

His attention was on other places, for example... one of the mixed breaths in the water was extremely powerful; another example... the road that has been entangled with himself and every first-year freshman since he stepped on the path magic breath.

It was as if the sky was clear, and the majestic Hogwarts castle became clearer and more intimate in his eyes.

A contract with the castle itself?

They imitated the experience of the four founders who discovered Hogwarts Castle. This action itself is a ritual?
It is not mentioned in the book, and all these can only be figured out after entering Hogwarts.

Under the leadership of Hagrid.

They walked to the gate of the castle and saw the vice-principal, Professor McGonagall, who seemed not to be easily provoked, and was led to wait in the side hall.

"How could they accurately assign us to which college?" The brown-haired otter frowned, a little confused.

Ron clenched his fists and looked at Harry: "Fred, one of my older brothers, said he was going to pass a test that would hurt us a lot, but I think he was joking about me .”

"My uncle said he was going to fight the troll." Neville looked terrified, holding his toad in his hand, and the poor little thing kept struggling.

Harry shook his head.

He didn't believe it.

Even an existence as cruel as a demon hunter would not throw an untrained child in front of demon spirits, ghouls, or evil spirits.

"Don't worry, we have already signed a contract with Hogwarts." Harry patted Ron on the shoulder, "Maybe...just a small spell, look at your character, and then decide which house to put you in. "

According to the contents of the book...

Throw the daring into Gryffindor, the learning into Ravenclaw, the treacherous into Slytherin, and the rest into Hufflepuff.

Neville said with a mournful face, "Oh, no, then I will definitely go to Hufflepuff."

"Which college is important?" Harry was puzzled. "The skills learned are the same."

Different from the school of the witcher.

Demon hunters also have many schools, but in different schools, the skills that can be learned are different.

The wolf school is the most disciplined demon hunter, and more like the griffin school, the use of magic seals, pre-war preparations, and solid swordsmanship; the bear school pays attention to a strong physique, the thickest armor, and the most ruthless beatings; The Cat School is more like assassins, a bunch of demented lunatics who hide in the shadows and do some despicable deeds.

The four houses of Hogwarts... seem to correspond to only four qualities. As for the acquired skills, they are all treated equally, and they are all taught by the same group of teachers.

Neville tightened his hold on the rifle, and the toad let out a miserable, feeble cry.

"I'm cowardly, no matter where I am, I'll only grow into a coward." Harry looked at Neville and said bluntly, "Only when you become stronger in your heart can you be truly powerful."

Neville looked down.

"No, you shouldn't say that about Neville." The brown-haired otter grinned at him, "He, he..."

"Is there something wrong with what I said? Miss Otter." Harry shook his head.

The brown-haired otter covered his mouth and stared at Harry with round eyes: "Who is the otter? Didn't you listen to my introduction on the boat? I'm Hermione, Hermione Granger."

"Oh, yes, Miss Granger, is there a problem with what I said?" Harry nodded, changed his words obediently, and repeated the question again.

Hermione covered her mouth, gritting her teeth.

This is not at all the same as the savior she imagined!
Professor McGonagall came back soon and led them into the hall—the ceiling seemed to be transparent, and the sky and stars outside could be seen.

From the outside, it looked about the same size as the Wolf Faction's castle, Kaer Morhen, and Harry thought he had to live a somewhat cramped life.

You can walk in, it's huge inside.

Just one hall is unattainable.

It is magic again, magic that can change the volume of space.

Professor McGonagall put on the sorting hat, and after enduring the slightly noisy ditty, the first-year students also understood that they didn't need to fight the troll, as long as they put on the dirty hat.

"Whoever's name I call, come here, put on the hat, and wait for the sorting." Professor McGonagall held a long piece of parchment with a serious face, and then read out the first name.

"Hannah Abbott!"

Harry waited a while before Professor McGonagall pronounced his name.

There was chatter in the restaurant.

"Potter, is that Potter?"

"He doesn't look like a savior at all, isn't he too thin?"

"God, look at his eyes, just like my cat."

At the teacher's seat, the black-robed sea leader let out an undisguised snort.

Harry put on his hat.

The wide brim of the hat obscured his sight, and there was a strong smell of hair oil...

"Oh, no, Mr. Potter, you should say this is a long-standing old brew." The voice of the Sorting Hat sounded in his ear, "I'm just a hat, and I want to go to the bathroom, but no one will help me."

"Can you read minds?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"It's just some superficial thoughts." The Sorting Hat said innocently, "After all, I'm not a dark magic item, and Gryffindor didn't give me the ability to fetch thoughts."

"Let me see you..."

"Justice, bravery, and intelligence." The Sorting Hat's tone was filled with surprise, "It really deserves to be the savior in the prophecy, so many excellent qualities."

"It's hard for hats."

"Hufflepuff, Hufflepuff is the most suitable for you, what a hot and sincere heart, if Hufflepuff is still around, she must love you to death."

"But if you want bigger things, Slytherin or Gryffindor, that's where you belong."

"I don't mean to discriminate against Hufflepuffs, but you know, maybe you don't know, the little badgers are very capable, but they are too non-competitive."

"Slytherins and Gryffindors are always so pushy."

Harry interrupted him: "Is the only time you talk to people every year is in Sorting?"

The Sorting Hat was stunned: "No, sometimes I also chat with Fox, Dumbledore's phoenix."

"Talking to a bird?" Harry nodded thoughtfully. "No wonder you talk so much."

"Your mouth is too Slytherin!" The Sorting Hat cursed, "So, are you going to Slytherin?"

Harry shook his head: "I heard Gryffindor has a sword?"

"Yes, let me tell you, it's actually in my body. Gryffindor has set a spell, and Gryffindor, who is brave, can pull it out of my body when he needs it." The Sorting Hat enthusiastically introduced, "It feels uncomfortable, like pulling your throat out of your mouth."

"The hat has a throat too?" Harry was a little taken aback.

The Sorting Hat wanted to dance on Harry's head: "A metaphor, it's just a metaphor, you little gentleman is not humorous at all."

Harry asked again, "Take the Gryffindor sword from your throat, and that sword is mine?"

"No, it's just borrowed." The Sorting Hat resolutely rejected it, "The sword has always belonged to Gryffindor, maybe it should be said to be Hogwarts now."

"Then how can I actually get the Sword of Gryffindor?" Harry asked again.

The Sorting Hat fell silent: "It's a good question to really get the sword of Gryffindor."

"You should have heard... the legend of the Chamber of Secrets?"

Harry nodded. It was rumored that Slytherin had left a secret room in the castle. Only the real heir of Slytherin could open the secret room and obtain his inheritance.

"The Big Four all did this." The Sorting Hat said in a nostalgic tone, "They all left their own legacy."

"Everyone who can pull out the Gryffindor sword is eligible to participate in the Gryffindor trial. If you can pass the Gryffindor trial, then you can get the Gryffindor sword .”

"Of course, not hats, I belong to Hogwarts now."

"This is a kind of protection. Back then, Gryffindor asked the goblin to forge the sword, but goblins are strange creatures. After Gryffindor died, they wanted to get the sword back more than once."

"Without strength, even if you get the sword, you will only be snatched away by fairies."

Harry interrupted it: "As long as I draw out the sword, does that mean I am eligible to participate in the trial?"

"Yes, but it has to be necessary..." the Sorting Hat said, and Harry took it off before he could finish speaking.

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry in surprise—she expected Harry to be another hat embarrassment, after all Hat seemed to be having a good time talking to him.

But in the middle of the sorting, the hat was taken off, what happened?

McGonagall looked up at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore poked his head forward, eyes narrowed, and looked at Harry thoughtfully.

Ignoring those miscellaneous comments and gazes, Harry reached into the hat, touched the hard, cold hilt of the sword, grabbed it, and drew it out.

A silver sword nearly one meter long exudes a strong magical atmosphere. Time has not left a mark on this sword, and it still has a cold light.

Harry's eyes lit up, and he pulled out a sword flower.

It is a good sword.

He absolutely fell in love with it.

"Okay, boy, restrain your greedy gaze." The Sorting Hat said with a slightly vomitous tone, "This sword doesn't belong to you yet, give it back to me."

"I really don't know how you pulled it out. You can pull it out only when you need it."

Harry pursed his lips, fond of swords - a witcher needs a sword at all times.

The Sorting Hat continued to yell.

"And the results of the sorting—"

"Whoever pulls out the sword of Gryffindor belongs only to Gryffindor!"

　Signed, seeking collection, recommendation, monthly pass, and follow-up~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)