Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 9 Let's Discuss the Inheritance

Wait for Snape to leave.

"What did he say about me?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore's face remained unchanged, and he led the way: "Why do you think so?"

"He pays attention to me." Harry followed Dumbledore's footsteps. "Seven times, eight times? That's all he looked at me during dinner."

Dumbledore nodded: "Of course, everyone pays attention to you, Harry, you are the most special one."

Changed the subject, perfunctory.

Snape was definitely not in the "everyone" category.

Seeing that the old man didn't want to discuss it, Harry didn't make any further comments.

Followed to the principal's office.

Dumbledore beckoned Harry to sit down, and as he sat down, he took out a jar of... an indescribable thing from the drawer—a transparent glass jar filled with crawling cockroaches.

"Fresh cockroach candy."

"Would you like some, it tastes great."

Harry threw his head back, his face full of resistance: "No, thank you."

"Oh, well, it seems that our dear Mr. Savior can't appreciate this kind of delicacy either." Dumbledore opened the jar, picked out a few and threw them into his mouth, crunching and splashing the juice.

Peanuts, butter, icing sugar...

Almost instantly, Harry sniffed out the cockroach.

Thank goodness.

Not really cockroaches - he knew quite a few warlocks would end up going insane, which was normal, but he didn't want his headmaster to be that way.

"Before you ask a question, Harry, please allow me to ask you a question first?" Dumbledore opened his mouth first, waved his wand, and a glass of milk appeared in front of Harry, "Someone is choking me Poor old neck, asking for an explanation."

"Professor Snape?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore turned a deaf ear: "What's the matter with your eyes?"

"I remember, your eyes are emerald green, like emeralds."

"I don't know." Harry shook his head, answering half-truly, "maybe some kind of magic?"

"When did it change?" Dumbledore asked again.

Harry went on to reply: "The day Hogwarts wrote to me."

"Any other changes?" Dumbledore became slightly serious.

"Suddenly, a little spell became available," Harry said.

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows: "Small spells, what kind, can you show me?"

Harry looked around: "Its range is a bit large, I don't know..."

Dumbledore raised his hand and pressed: "Don't worry, although I am old, I still have the ability to protect my office."

Harry didn't hesitate anymore, raised his hand, and pinched out the seal.

"Alder!"

There was a bang, the magic power pushed, the office shook slightly, and the sleeping phoenix screamed and probed its head.

Other than that, it has no effect.

"It's very interesting, similar to the repelling spell." Dumbledore knocked on the table and commented, "But such a wide range is really unexpected."

"A very interesting spell."

Harry said nothing, looking at Dumbledore cautiously.

This... the greatest white wizard of this century, the old man who defeated the two Dark Lords one after another, is stronger than what is written in the book. He almost used the seal of Alder with all his strength, but he couldn't even shake the opponent's magic power.

"Potter is a very old, very old family." Dumbledore rubbed his head, "Looks like I have to check it out, maybe there's something I haven't noticed."

"Okay, Harry, can you tell me what you want to tell me?"

Harry took a deep breath. "I have two... oh no, three things to say."

"The first thing I want to discuss with you is whether I can see how much my parents left me."

Dumbledore looked at Harry in surprise.

"It's not that I don't trust you, but...you are old and wise, and you know that I should do this." Harry waved his hand and explained casually, "I think my parents should leave more than the property of Gringotts .”

Dumbledore nodded: "Yes, I know, I just didn't expect it."

He expected Harry to come and cry to him about Muggle life, wonder about his parents' past, maybe even ask Snape why he treated him the way he did.

The only thing I didn't expect was to talk about inheritance when I opened my mouth.

"Your parents left a lot of things." Dumbledore thought for a while, and said slowly, "Most of them are in Potter's old house, your family's house."

"I heard from Hagrid that you have many hobbies, such as potions, herbs, and blacksmithing..."

"You don't have to worry about money. The Potter family has chickens that can only lay golden eggs. Every time you sell a copy of the hair growth potion on the market, you will be given a part of the patent fee."

"Although they haven't given the Potters any money for ten years, it's up to you to find a way to get it back."

"Of course, you can also ask my old man for help."

Harry froze.

Oh…

This surprise is really huge.

Hair growth potion, no wonder he didn't see the bald wizard.

Dumbledore continued.

"Your father has a lot of notes on transfiguration. He is an excellent transfiguration master, but transfiguration is dangerous. I will give it to Professor McGonagall, your dean, professor of transfiguration."

"She is a very conscientious and responsible professor. When the time is right, she will give you the notes."

"And your mother. She is an outstanding witch who is very good at potions. She has a lot of notes on potions. You can talk to Professor Snape at Professor Snape's side."

Harry narrowed his eyes.

The tone was a bit wrong, it was "handed over" to Professor McGonagall, but when it came to his mother's relics, it was "in the hands" of Professor Snape.

Oh hoo...

I look very much like my father, and Professor Snape hates his face so much, and the eyes...

It seems necessary to find out if this Professor Snape is married.

Dumbledore didn't continue talking, he looked hesitant and clenched his fists slightly.

Concerning, pondering, and mustering courage.

"Of course the most important thing is a relic of your father, an invisibility cloak."

He got up and took out a box from the cabinet beside him.

Harry raised an eyebrow.

This unusual attitude?

He knew about the invisibility cloak. It was written in the book that it was a cloak woven from the fur of an invisible animal. It had an effect similar to the illusion spell.

It is indeed precious.

But it was not precious enough to make Dumbledore hesitate. An Invisibility Cloak was only a few hundred Galleons, and the hair restorer of the Potter family was far more than a few hundred Galleons.

He was not at all tempted by Garen.

Dumbledore opened the box, took a deep breath, and pushed it slightly: "This is it, your father's relic. He used it a lot for night travels."

The box was empty, but Harry reached out to touch it, and it felt icy cold to the touch.

"Isn't this an ordinary invisibility cloak?" Harry reached back, closed the lid, and hugged the box in his arms.

Dumbledore was taken aback: "Why do you ask that?"

"You're hesitating," Harry said bluntly. "I can see that you're debating whether to give this to me—and not whether I might do something bad with it."

Dumbledore's face didn't change, he just exhaled: "The Sorting Hat is right, you are such a keen little wizard."

"Owner of the cedar wand?"

"Well, it is indeed a very special invisibility cloak. Maybe, I just said maybe. I will borrow it from you again in the future. I hope you will agree when the time comes."

"But what is it..."

"Can we talk about it later?"

Harry nodded, "Of course."

"Then let's talk about the second thing. I hope to take the sorting hat away."

Dumbledore was stunned again, well, another unexpected request.

"I knew it, I knew it!" The Sorting Hat on the side cabinet yelled, "You little wizard definitely has no good intentions."

"Why do you want it?" Dumbledore asked curiously.

Harry was confident: "It told me that whoever pulls out the sword can participate in the trial of Gryffindor, and after passing the trial, he can truly own the sword of Gryffindor."

"Take it with me, and I will learn more about trials."

There was a trace of nostalgia in Dumbledore's eyes: "Gryffindor's trial, oh yes, of course, you have to return the hat when school starts every year."

"Hogwarts still needs it for sorting."

Harry asked again: "Did you pass the Gryffindor trial?"

Dumbledore shook his head: "That was just a trial for young wizards, and when I was still at Hogwarts, I didn't even have the courage to draw my sword."

Harry didn't continue to ask, he caught the subtle pain in Dumbledore's eyes, the witcher just couldn't speak, it wasn't that he couldn't read the air.

"There is a third thing." Harry raised his hand and brushed his hair up, "My scar suddenly hurt just now, when I met Professor Quirrell's eyes."

Dumbledore was taken aback for a moment, and his face immediately became serious: "The scar hurts?"

Harry briefly explained: "When I was at my aunt's house, I never felt any pain. After I started learning magic, I never felt any pain. Only today, only just now, when I was looking at Professor Quirrell, suddenly It hurt a bit."

"Are you sure it was caused by the eye contact with Professor Quirrell?" Dumbledore frowned and asked.

Harry nodded, "Yes, I'm sure."

"Magic power is not the cause of my scar pain, and no one has cast a curse on me. Although this conjecture is a bit absurd, it is the most plausible cause."

Dumbledore rubbed his head: "Okay, I see."

"You have an answer?" Harry narrowed his eyes.

Dumbledore muttered: "Harry, you are so perceptive, I even began to wonder if you used insanity on me, if you could."

"I have some guesses, but I'm not sure yet. Give me time, Harry."

"It's getting late now, you've been on the train all day, take your invisibility cloak and sorting hat, and go back to your dorm early to rest."

"I remember Gryffindor's password being dragon slag."

"The hat will show you the way."

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