Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

For the rest of the time, Hermione was much better behaved.

Hold the teacup honestly and study hard.

Although…

Like Harry, she still felt that reading tea leaves to explain fate was outrageous.

Until the end of get out of class.

The little wizards almost obeyed Trelawney. Even if they don't have such a keen perception like Harry's, they can still tell that the professor just now made a real prophecy in front of their eyes.

The little wizards walked out of the classroom and discussed excitedly.

Hermione still held the roll of parchment in her hand, thinking hard: "What does this prophecy mean?"

"The red-haired crow..."

She looked up and looked at Ron.

Ron raised his hand and stroked his hair: "Although I have red hair, I'm not a crow, am I? I'm a living person."

"Can crows beat cats?" Harry asked Hermione seriously.

Before Hermione could answer, Ron broke the defense, waved his wand, and the book flew towards Harry: "This is going to be too much, right?"

Harry waved his wand defensively: "I'm serious."

"Maybe we can find something in common between you and the crow."

Hermione was thoughtful: "Like a hoarse voice?"

"Yes." Harry added.

Ron was even more ashamed, wheezing and waving his wand.

Filch popped up, and just as Peeves was always with the Weasley brothers, he was always with every offending student.

"Mr. Potter, it's better not to use spells like this in the corridor." Filch said in a gentle voice.

The little wizard passing by looked at Harry in surprise.

I am very envious.

Potter's charm was so great that even Filch's face could warm up. When he faced his own group, his face almost smelled like Snape's.

"Excuse me, Mr. Filch." With a wave of Harry's wand, all the books were arranged neatly and floated behind them.

Filch nodded, and said with some coercion, "And thank you, Mrs. Norris likes the rations you sent me very much."

Harry was taken aback: "You're welcome, as long as she likes it."

Noticing the "her" who spoke, Filch smiled even brighter: "I will not disturb you and continue your class, I wish you a happy semester."

He turned away and continued to picket other students who violated the rules.

"When did you give Filch a gift?" Ron was a little surprised, Harry was not a person who paid much attention to maintaining his social circle.

Harry was taken aback, then shook his head: "I don't know, maybe Hedwig sent it?"

"She made a lot of owl friends."

Hermione complained: "Crookshanks is also very kind to Hedwig. I saw Hedwig riding Crookshanks this morning and went somewhere to play."

"Hedwig is really amazing." Ron looked at the scratches on his hands and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

After walking back to the castle, Hermione stopped in front of the auditorium: "Harry, wait, I'm going to the bathroom."

Ron broke his fingers: "At least ten minutes."

He was very surprised, obviously they all went to the bathroom, why girls took longer than boys, and they were still wearing skirts.

But this time he miscalculated, and within three minutes, Hermione hurried back.

"Harry, let's go." Hermione came over naturally.

"Why are you so fast this time?" Ron was a little surprised.

Hermione shook her head: "There are not many people, so there is no need to queue."

Harry sniffed his nose, his eyes puzzled: "Hermione, your smell has changed."

Hermione was taken aback, then lowered her head and smelled it. The smell didn't change, it was still the faint grassy scent of sage: "What strange smell did I get?"

"No." Harry shook his head, "It's because my smell has faded a lot."

Hermione blushed, and stared fiercely: "What is your smell, what nonsense are you talking about."

Harry paused and said seriously, "It's true, not only mine, but also the smell of the divination classroom, it's much lighter. It doesn't look like you've been in the bathroom for three minutes, it's like you've been in the bathroom for fifty minutes."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief: "Your nose is really sensitive."

"It has something to do with what Professor McGonagall gave me. It didn't make me miss another class."

A silvery white streak flashed through Harry's mind, reminding him of something, lowered his voice, and said in a low tone, "Props for traveling through time?"

Hermione nodded.

Ron stared round, surprised.

The Sorting Hat muttered, "I already knew what it was."

After receiving a definite answer, Harry was also surprised that magic...could involve time? Is it an ancient blood like Ciri?

It made his heart burn.

return to the past.

What a tempting few words.

They walked all the way to the Transfiguration classroom.

"Let me see that thing tonight?" Harry hesitated, but still made a request to Hermione.

Hermione was taken aback, thought of something, and grabbed Harry's hand: "Harry, don't think so much, Professor McGonagall told me that you can't go back too long in time."

"and…"

"What has happened cannot be changed."

Harry said nothing, just nodded.

"I know, you might want to try something, but those don't work." Hermione said this, taking a deep breath, "It's dangerous, and it's even more dangerous for you."

Ron was a little confused at first, but as he listened, he gradually understood.

"Harry, it's a pity, but the dead cannot be brought back to life, not even the legendary Three Holy Artifacts have the ability to bring people back to life." He also grabbed Harry's hand, but Harry threw it away.

"I know." Harry forced a smile, "I won't think too much about it, don't worry."

Hermione nodded, but she didn't look relieved.

"Okay, okay." Harry sighed resignedly, "Then I won't look at that, but be careful yourself."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief: "This is the best."

"Professor McGonagall also told me that it's best to hide it from you. If you can't hide it, you can't get in touch with this thing."

"Who would want to reveal his secrets on the first day."

As they headed for the Transfiguration classroom, Hermione and Ron deliberately changed the subject - Hermione had heard in Arithmancy that the Weasley brothers had played a prank on Malfoy at breakfast.

Let that brat with the platinum hair go to the school infirmary on the first day - his tongue is swollen to be bigger than his body, and his mouth is torn.

One hundred points were deducted from Gryffindor for this.

Slytherin was also deducted 100 points - because after the Weasley brothers took the drug, the little lions and little snakes who had not had close contact for a whole summer vacation couldn't help the throbbing in their hearts, and had a hearty fight against.

The Eagles are not to be outdone.

Just you Gryffindors?

We are also good at catching snakes.

They played vigorously.

The little badgers burst into tears, maybe...they still have a chance this year, and try to win the Academy Cup again?

They hurried to the Transfiguration classroom.

Professor McGonagall waited early, with an extremely serious face.

In the third grade, their textbook was changed to "Intermediate Transfiguration", which also involved the more dangerous direction of deformation-human transfiguration.

They started experimenting with deforming human tissue.

In the first class, you have to transform your hair into any plant or animal.

This made the whole classroom feel weird.

Seamus was cautious, worried that he might blow his head off.

Hermione tries to turn her hair into gold.

Harry turned into snake hair, wriggling on his head, making the little lion cubs terrified, oh... Even if he turns into an animal, can he become a little cuter?

At least it shouldn't be a snake.

Wait until a struggling Transfiguration class is over.

The little wizards packed their schoolbags and rushed to the last class in the morning, which was also the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class this year.

The little lions bet.

What kind of jokes will this year's professor make, will he be worse than Lockhart?

Neville said that Lockhart is almost the lower limit of a professor, and it is difficult to find another wizard who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him—unless he himself goes into battle.

By the time they got to Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Lupine hadn't arrived.

He almost stepped on the class bell and walked in.

Speaking of it, it was completely different from his image: "Good morning, I heard from Professor Dumbledore about your situation in the past two years, and it was a bit bad."

"So, put your books back in your bags, everyone, all you need is your wand today."

"Let's go to another classroom and have a practical lesson."

The little lions had strange expressions on their faces.

The first lesson Lockhart taught them was also a practical lesson, and the group of blue-skinned elves did not give them much pleasant impression.

They watched Harry get up and thought about it, even if the professor was unreliable, at least there was Potter.

So he didn't hesitate anymore, put down his schoolbag, and followed Lupine out of the classroom, just across the corridor and around a corner.

Peeves swooped down.

"Lupine crazy idiot, Lupine crazy idiot!"

He was singing, holding chalk, and kept throwing it at Lupine.

The little wizards were a little surprised.

Although Peeves, like the Weasley brothers, is extremely fond of mischief, he has always respected the professor, even Lockhart last year.

This is……

Like them, don't trust the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor anymore?

"If I were you, I wouldn't treat a professor like this." Lupine waved his wand, and the sky of chalk stopped in front of him.

Peeves still did not give up, and stubbornly threw chalk at Lupine.

Lupine sighed, and looked back at the little wizard: "Then here, I will teach you a very useful little spell."

"Pay attention to my gestures. It only needs a slight but quick lift."

"Wadi Vasi!"

The chalk immediately flew backwards and hit Peeves hard.

The naughty elf couldn't help but let out a cry of pain. He hugged his head, avoided the chalk he threw, and fled away cursing.

"Suppose, Peeves treats you like this in the future, or there are some small items around you." Lupine waved his wand again, and all the chalk was gathered together and thrown into the trash can, "You can deal with Peeves like this, yes A very useful little charm."

The little wizards couldn't help applauding, their eyes glowing.

it looks like...

The professor of this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class seems to be very reliable?

Four updates are over today! ! !

I'm going to sleep and recharge my batteries! Tomorrow, the bottom guarantee is still four changes!

Thanks for the reward of coffee brewing~