Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Chapter 171 Potter, confinement! (Leader resigned for CK, 340)

"Mr. Crouch is dead." Ron said inexplicably sad, "Percy has always admired him."

"He has always had Mr. Crouch as a target."

Hermione looked over her head. She didn't have Harry's good dynamic eyesight, so she could only check slowly: "Harry? Do you suspect that Crouch is not dead?"

"Make sure." Harry shook his head and put away the Marauder's Map. "The Ministry of Magic is not as secure as we thought."

Hermione took Harry's arm: "I haven't seen it clearly yet."

Harry took the map out again and handed it to Hermione.

Early the next morning.

The story of Professor Moody spread throughout the academy through the mouths of the lion cubs.

The curse was fulfilled again.

And it came very quickly, only conflicted with Potter, and was hunted down by the Ministry of Magic at night.

It wasn't until the third-year students met Moody in class again that this "rumor" was not broken. Moody also explained that it was just a conflict of teaching ideas that night, and he exchanged with his former colleagues from the Ministry of Magic.

In terms of teaching methods, he also made a lot of changes, at least he didn't talk about black magic in a long way, but brought the Auror training into the classroom, which was very useful, but made the little wizards miserable.

They're not Potter!

I never thought about carrying a long sword on my back to fight the enemy, why do I need to exercise?

This matter seems to have been uncovered in this way.

Only when Harry was worried, he occasionally took out the Marauder's Map and didn't see any suspicious names, would he be temporarily relieved.

The Daily Prophet did not report the incident.

Mr. Crouch is dead, and the rumors that he colluded with the Death Eaters have not found any evidence to prove it.

until the weekend.

Harry got up, put on the sorting hat, ran around the school twice, and stopped by the Black Lake.

"Have you always exercised like this?" The Sorting Hat looked at Harry who was panting slightly, a little shocked. It was the first time Harry brought it out during exercise.

"Hmm." Harry faced the rising sun and opened his arms, "How's the morning scenery?"

"I haven't seen it for a long time." The Sorting Hat sighed, the tip of the hat twisted, "Put me on quickly, and let me enjoy the long-lost feeling."

Harry put it on.

The Sorting Hat took a deep breath—although it didn't have such a function, it could make it seem more intoxicated by the scenery.

"What do you want to bring me out on purpose?" The sorting hat was shaking on its head, and when it was outside the sorting house suddenly, it took on the duties that the hat should have, which made it a little uncomfortable.

"I want to ask you a question." Harry said, took it off, and put it on the stone beside him.

"Aha, ask for advice." The Sorting Hat was surprised, "Then you shouldn't be asking Professor Dumbledore."

It is talking.

Harry took out a small bag from his pocket, and with a wave of his wand, a motorcycle flew out of the small bag and landed firmly on the ground.

"You have items for the Untraceable Stretching Curse!" The Sorting Hat exclaimed, "Quickly take those items, except for the Gryffindor sword, from my body and put them in this small bag of yours. "

This is something he only got during the summer vacation.

The Untraceable Stretching Curse is strictly controlled by the Ministry of Magic, especially for private purposes. It seems that there has been a lot of trouble because of this spell. Sirius has spent a lot of effort in order to get this thing.

Harry ignored its words, and sat beside the Sorting Hat: "I'm thinking about it now, injecting ideas into this thing."

"What is this?" Sorting silently tipped its hat, "A small carriage?"

It had never seen anything like it before, which gave it a very eccentric handsomeness.

"Motorcycle, a means of transportation for ordinary people, is very fast, even faster than a horse." Harry briefly introduced, "And it is very convenient to modify, at least now I will add flying, diving, and dust-free functions to it. spell."

The Sorting Hat nodded its tip: "It's a vehicle for alchemy, but why do you want to infuse it with ideas?"

"A good horse is one that's connected with one another," Harry replied. "It's so rigid, and don't you think a talking motorcycle is actually pretty cool?"

"You shouldn't ask me." The Sorting Hat shook its head, "I'm just a hat, I can't do magic."

Harry poked it. "I was wondering if it would be possible to make a copy of your mind and inject it into a motorcycle."

"My thinking?" The Sorting Hat was taken aback.

Harry nodded: "After all, you are very interesting and a good friend, but I am already in the fourth grade this year, and I will stay in the castle for another three years at most."

"Of course I have no objection!" The Sorting Hat twisted and thought, "But if I was copied into this motorcycle, would I still be me?"

"Maybe there are some spells with similar thoughts?" Harry patted it. "I'll go to the restricted section, or ask Mr. Gryffindor directly."

The Sorting Hat was taken aback, and its tone became excited: "You mean, I can play outside with you, and at the same time show off to Godric what I have learned outside?"

Harry nodded, pursing his lips.

"This is great!" The Sorting Hat waved the tip of the hat and spun it around quickly, "Godric always taunted me during the summer vacation, you know? He is much more free than me, and I can only stay in the principal's office here, but he is a portrait!"

"He can shuttle in other portraits. During this time, he went to St. Mungo's, to the Ministry of Magic, and even to Godric's Hollow, a lot of things I haven't seen before."

"If I became a motorcycle, wouldn't I be freer than him? Haha, it's my turn to mock Godric."

Harry was expressionless: "Mr. Gryffindor...would quarrel with his hat?"

"It's a kind of fun." The Sorting Hat shook its head, "Just like you always tease Dumbledore and your godfather, we are in love."

"It's completely possible not to use such nasty words." Harry put away the motorcycle and lifted his hat.

The Sorting Hat snorted, "Why does love have to be so secretive?"

For Harry, the biggest problem in injecting the thinking of the sorting hat into the motorcycle is the meaning of the sorting hat. Whether it is willing or not is what Harry values ​​most.

That night, Godric appeared in the portrait in the lounge, squatting in a corner with Harry, whispering and plotting.

He offers Harry a lot of advice and ideas.

It's not difficult to copy thoughts and inject them into motorcycles, but it requires some special materials, some of which are very rare, but to Harry, this is nothing, it's just a matter of spending more Galleons.

Wait for the second week of the school year to start.

Harry got busier.

The confinement of the professors will still continue. Although the two spells that Dumbledore promised him have all been taught, there are not many opportunities to entangle Dumbledore. On Monday night, Harry came to the door with the cheek, and Dumbledore seemed to be there early. Prepared, he even prepared lesson plans in advance.

Professor McGonagall's confinement, Harry has to be more careful than ever, not only because it involves a more advanced transfiguration spell, but he also has to prevent Professor McGonagall from discovering the Mandrake blade in his mouth.

And the confinement of Professor Sprout, who cannot be absent. In the first week of class, she took a step ahead of Harry and announced in front of everyone that Harry and Neville would be confinement for a whole school year.

Hermione was even disappointed for a while because she couldn't be locked up.

Now the young wizards almost understood what the professors' confinement for a whole school year was all about.

Only the best young wizards who are favored by the professor can be treated like this.

Wednesday morning Potions class is over.

The little wizards packed their things, whispered, and prepared to leave. There would be a spell lesson later.

"Mr. Potter, please stay here." Snape stood on the podium, hesitating, but he still spoke.

The little wizards in the classroom rolled and crawled, waved their wands, and left with their things rolled up.

They are fresh in their memories.

In the third grade, this year, after Professor Snape left Harry behind, they had a fierce fight at the end of the school year—although the professors repeatedly emphasized that it was a rumor, the little wizards believed it suspect.

This is not a good sign.

"Professor?" Harry looked at him.

Snape walked over, took out his wand with his right hand, and paused at his waist before raising it: "I'm not going to cast a spell on you, but to check your body."

Harry nodded.

Snape just waved his wand, and the magic power fell on him gently, from head to toe, from inside to outside, and the result of the feedback of the magic power made his face slightly relieved: "You are really lucky, that kind of magic The medicine did not cause any damage to your body."

Hermione's heart skipped a beat, and she looked at Snape nervously.

"Only a lunatic can refine that kind of potion." Snape noticed the gaze, and said with a sneer, "The effect is very powerful, but it is almost the same as poison. Except for the fateful Potter, everyone else drank it. Possibly awe-inspiring for up to ten minutes and then dying a painful death."

Hermione looked at the Sorting Hat, startled.

How dangerous is that potion?

"I remember that I only chopped off your hands, but didn't goug out your eyes." Harry said blankly, "You should be able to see that that kind of potion is harmless to me, so there's no need to be so alarmist. To frighten people who aren't that proficient in potions."

Hermione stared round and gritted her teeth.

What is a person who is not so proficient in potions.

Your Potions class is also "O", okay?

"You shouldn't be contradicting the professor, Potter." Snape drew his tone, "I remember you don't seem to have to play boring things like Quidditch this year? Come and put me in confinement for two days."

As he spoke, he paused.

"You have some brains, but should you read the letter I sent you during the summer vacation?" He questioned.

Harry nodded: "Thank you for your birthday present."

"That wasn't a birthday present!" Snape emphasized emphatically, "It just so happened that I was disgusted by you those few days, no matter how reluctant I am, I am also a professor at Hogwarts, and you are also Hogwarts students, Hogwarts should not have such clumsy works."

"Crude, wasteful, to pile together a pile of rare materials and make a pile of rubbish that is so toxic!"

"Potions are an art, maybe I should consider taking those notes back."

Harry reached into the Sorting Hat and took out another bottle of Thunder Potion, which was darker than the original version: "Actually, I adjusted the formula during the holidays."

Snape's face changed: "Potter, what are you thinking! Do you really want to die?"

The formula had indeed been adjusted, but he could tell that it was different from the adjustment he had imagined - Harry made up for the shortcomings he pointed out in the letter with stronger toxicity. Of course, in contrast, this bottle of potion effect will also become stronger.

"Don't worry, professor, this is within my tolerance." Harry shook the potion bottle, "I don't need to consider this meager toxicity."

Snape frowned and gritted his teeth: "It seems that your hateful mutated eyes have also mutated your body!"

He retracted his wand and stretched out his hand: "I confiscated this bottle of potion."

"As your potions professor, I should give your work a good look."

Harry handed him the potion and continued packing.

Wait for them to hold their things and walk to the door.

Harry suddenly turned around: "Professor Snape, I will attend the two-day confinement on time, and I hope you can prepare the content of the confinement in advance."

Snape snorted coldly.

Great success today! ! ! No more chopping!

Thanks for the reward~~~

Don't worry, the content of this volume should exceed your expectations, don't think it may end soon, Little Barty's escape is just the beginning