Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

"This...looks like a broomstick." Ron poked at the long package.

"It doesn't seem like it is, it is." Harry waved his wand, detected the surge of the spell, and carefully spread it from the head of the package to his feet. There was no malicious feedback, so it was safe, so he took it off the table, and leaned on it. The table is tilted.

Ron was even more puzzled: "But who will send you a broom?"

Harry was expressionless: "Who else?"

"He's really brave." Hermione also had a poker face.

Ron frowned and thought for a while: "It's him?"

Harry nodded.

"But you already have one..." Ron kept looking at the package, puzzled.

After finishing the cream soup, Harry conjured up a towel and let it wipe his mouth: "I haven't been able to take care of my godson for thirteen years, and I'm reckless. I left my godson and had to live alone."

"Especially this godfather still lacks some logical thinking, no matter what he does, it is possible."

Wait for Ron to finish eating.

They took the package and went back to the dormitory.

Seamus and Thomas went out for a snowball fight, and Neville went to confinement with Professor Sprout—the professor seemed very energetic, locked up several outstanding students in a row, and arranged his extra-curricular life to the fullest.

Ron rubbed his hands, eager to try to open the package.

A new broom!

That must be better than Harry's current broom.

But there aren't many brooms on the market better than the Nimbus 2001...

Harry grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back: "Don't worry, there may be some curse."

Ron was taken aback.

Hermione agreed: "Although Sirius is the most likely, it is not impossible for others to send it. There are also many people who hate Harry."

Ron took two steps back.

Harry put the armor on them, did the same himself, and put on Quinn.

Arden slapped the ground and put the broom in the middle.

They retreated to the bedroom door.

With a wave of Harry's wand, a chair twisted into a human shape. He walked over and carefully opened the package. No curses popped out. In the whole package, there was only a broom and a card.

"It's the Firebolt!" Ron was pleasantly surprised, and immediately recognized it, his eyes full of longing and envy.

With a wave of Harry's wand, the card whizzed into his hand, with a string of words written on it flying: "Your flying skills deserve a better broom."

Very sloppy and hasty.

There was also the smell of owl droppings, some sausage that was about to go bad, and a few obvious drops of wine.

Harry's nose was a little sore.

"Really Sirius?" Hermione asked cautiously.

Harry nodded: "It's him."

As he spoke, he paused, thinking about his words: "No wonder we haven't seen him before. He should have returned to Black's old house during this time."

"Blake, I mean your godfather is really willing, this is a Firebolt." Ron stepped on his feet and watched eagerly.

Harry waved his hand: "Go, that thing is not dangerous."

Ron immediately trotted away, picked up the Firebolt, put it on his bed, sat cross-legged on the ground, waved his wand, and a towel flew over. He carefully wiped off the dust that had just been placed on the ground .

"This is the best broom right now!" Ron said in an extremely pious tone, "I only use it in the professional arena, and at Hogwarts, it is the crushing class."

"Don't say it's Harry you."

"It's a troll, no, even if Malfoy uses it, he can become the best Seeker at Hogwarts."

He talked on and on, and couldn't take his eyes off the Firebolt.

Not noticing it at all, Harry and Hermione sat down on Harry's bed and spread out the Marauder's Map.

At the edge of the Forbidden Forest, they noticed it almost immediately.

Crookshanks and Hedwig who gathered with Sirius, and Boss who flew towards the tower quickly.

There is a lot of snow today.

Sirius turned back into human form, curled up under the tree, stared at Crookshanks in front of him, and said sincerely, "Hey, I know you. Are you the pet of the little girlfriend next to Harry?"

Crookshanks meowed.

Sirius hurriedly bent himself down and lowered his voice: "Don't be so angry, I don't mean anything malicious, you are a smart cat, you can recognize me at a glance that I am not an ordinary dog..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly paused.

Seems a little weird?

Crookshanks groaned in embarrassment.

Sirius understood that this kitten was not malicious, but the sound was a bit special: "I misunderstood, how about doing me a favor?"

Crookshanks was well-behaved and sat down with his tail on.

"Great." Sirius heaved a sigh of relief, lying on his stomach in the snow, "You should have seen that red-haired Weasley's pet? That ugly, dirty, cunning mouse?"

Crookshanks tilted his head and meowed suspiciously.

"Haven't you seen it?" Sirius was taken aback.

Crookshanks nodded.

"That damn mouse must have noticed something!" Sirius clenched his fist and slammed it hard on the ground, causing snowflakes to splash.

Crookshanks let out a low growl, and shook the snow off his head.

"I'm sorry, I just, just thinking about that thing, I can't control my emotions." Sirius gritted his teeth, "Since you haven't seen him, how about doing me another favor?"

"Help me steal the password to the Gryffindor lounge."

Crookshanks yelped.

Sirius didn't quite understand it: "You don't want to."

Crookshanks shook his head and meowed twice.

"So you are willing to help me?" Sirius was full of surprise.

Crookshanks still shook his head and meowed twice.

Sirius was puzzled, it wasn't that he didn't want to, and it wasn't that he was willing, this... how does the little cat entertain himself?

Crookshanks raised his claws, scratched his face, glanced helplessly at Sirius, raised his head, and called out to Hedwig.

Hedwig flapped her wings and flew down, shaking off a few grains of owl rations from her lap.

Crookshanks pointed to the rations, then to himself.

Sirius was stunned: "Are you asking for a reward?"

Crookshanks nodded quickly.

"As long as you do me this favor, I will cover all your rations for you in the future." Sirius responded with a full mouth.

Crookshanks was shocked.

lifetime?

It looked back at the castle subconsciously, and suddenly regretted asking Boss to go back and inform Harry. This is a lifetime ration, and this person has no malicious intentions.

Although after turning into a dog, it looks much more vicious than that mouse.

But the smell is harmless, just a little silly.

Hedwig puffed out her chest and cooed twice.

Crookshanks replied twice.

Hedwig muttered again.

Crookshanks didn't regret it right away. Hedwig said that this kind of ration could not be bought outside, and only Harry's aunt could make it. Sirius was here, drawing big cakes for such a cute kitten as himself!

In the eyes of Crookshanks, he immediately became as evil as that mouse.

"Oh, yes, and your owl." Sirius looked at Hedwig, "I've included your rations, too. I just need a password for the Gryffindor lounge."

"I'm not going to hurt Harry, or that little red-haired Weasley, I'm just going to kill that mouse."

"Believe me."

His voice and tone were extremely sincere.

"Really?" Suddenly, a human voice rang from Sirius' ears, "You have fallen to the point where you can only beg two pets to believe in you?"

Sirius was taken aback.

vocal?

whose voice?

The invisibility cloak was lifted with a splash, revealing Harry's face, and Boss squatting on Harry's shoulder, who had been holding his breath for a long time. Now that he finally breathed, he cooed twice happily.

owl!

Sirius stared at Bowes.

The owl that flew away straight away after he showed up was not afraid of himself, but went to inform him!

But then, his eyes couldn't be controlled, and he moved away from Boss and fell on Harry's face—a face almost identical to James'.

"James...no, Harry." Sirius said in a reminiscing tone, and then suddenly panicked, "How did you find me?"

"I've been looking for you," Harry replied.

"But you probably don't know that I know Animagus." Sirius shook his head, and paused in the middle of speaking, "It was Remus, Remus told you that I would?"

Harry nodded: "Yes, Uncle Lupine told me."

The word "uncle" stings Sirius' heart a little.

He smiled wryly and shook his head: "Are you here to catch me and avenge your father?"

Harry opened his mouth, about to speak.

Sirius jumped up and crawled forward: "But I can't face you yet, I still have things to do, I will come to you after I finish everything!"

"Please, Harry, you trust me and don't tell Dumbledore about this."

"I will never hurt you."

After leaving these words, his body twisted and transformed into a black dog, and he ran into the Forbidden Forest.

Harry froze.

My godfather...

It's a chance to speak for yourself.

"Godfather, wait." Harry pulled up to follow.

The black dog turned around and barked, but didn't stop, and continued to run forward.

With a wave of Harry's wand, the dead wood twisted into vines and formed a large net, blocking Sirius' path: "Godfather, we should have a good talk."

Sirius turned back into human form, he couldn't listen to anything now, drew out his wand, pointed at the vine and said a spell: "Thunderbolt explosion!"

There was a bang.

The wooden net exploded, and he burrowed through the snow and smoke.

Harry kept waving his wand, and trees sprang out of their roots, clustered together and rushed towards Sirius.

The figures in the snow vapor were struggling to deal with it.

In the cold weather, he didn't have much physical strength, and he hadn't cast a spell for thirteen years, so he was soon bound tightly by vines.

Harry stood still.

The vines brought Sirius over.

"Kill me." Sirius closed his eyes, his voice painful, "Harry, avenge your father."

Harry sighed: "My dear godfather."

Sirius was taken aback.

"Uncle Lupine said you were stupid, and I thought you were a little bit stupid, too," Harry went on, "I didn't expect you to be so stupid."

There is another update, maybe a little later, around ten o'clock?

Thanks to Li Chenchen and Shanyi who can't fly~