Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

"Brand New School Year".

These few words made the old students feel a little uncomfortable. They always felt that Dumbledore was saying "a new event is coming". What horrible things will happen in the castle this time?

last year.

Much has been overshadowed by "The Triwizard Tournament" and "Little Butcher of Hangleton."

It looks beaming, but when you think about it, you are terrified. Every school year is more dangerous than the previous school year.

When Harry Potter first entered the school, he was just a dark wizard making trouble in his first year, Lockhart was sacrificed in his second year, and surrounded by a group of dementors in his third year, but anyway, he only had one life.

But what about the fourth grade?

Barty Crouch dead, Ludo Bagman and Karkaroff unaccounted for, life and death unpredictable, plot against Harry Potter, 12 more lives

What about this year? They hate the word "brand new."

What kind of trouble will Harry Potter come to?

Dumbledore directed the students to finish singing the school song, and the prefects of each college directed the freshmen.

As Harry guessed, Gryffindor's prefect is the Indian-born Parvati Patil. She is very smart and excellent. Among the witches in her entire age, she is only older than Hermione. Not as good as her twin sister in Ravenclaw.

Lavender's facial features drooped and twisted together, very unhappy, why is the prefect not himself, but that girl who is better than him in terms of appearance, character, and study, but his figure is not as good as his.

Little Ronnie will be seduced away.

Ron enjoys this feeling very much. He has never felt that his sense of existence is so sufficient. The first-year little radish pestered him to ask questions, and he answered them patiently. He used all the experience of raising his younger sister. up.

I haven't seen each other for two months, old friends reunited, it was lively until one o'clock in the morning, and the last group of people tiptoed out of the lounge.

Only Harry and the three of them remained.

"School is just starting now, don't you want to relax?" Ron yawned with a slightly hoarse voice, "Still studying?"

"There are Owls exams this year!" Hermione was a little anxious, "This is very important, Ron, you have to take it to heart, you are a prefect, you have to set a good example."

Ron had a heart attack: "Hermione, what you said is very similar to Dean McGonagall."

Hermione glared at it.

Ron shrank his head and muttered in a low voice: "You will definitely become an excellent head of Gryffindor in the future."

"It's a pity that we have to wait until after graduation." Hermione sighed.

Ron didn't dare to look at her directly, and looked at Harry: "Harry, what about you, the Owls exam is not difficult for you, and you are the same as Hermione."

"I'm waiting for someone." Harry looked up, looking towards the passage leading to the dormitory.

A slightly bloated figure came quietly.

"Neville?" Ron followed his gaze and looked up, but couldn't see the face clearly, but there were not many of such a figure in the whole school, and there was only one Neville in Gryffindor.

"It's me." The visitor nodded, he quickened his pace, and sat down opposite the three of them.

"I thought you'd fallen asleep and wouldn't come tonight." Harry closed the book, sat upright, and looked at him. "Tell me, what's the matter with inviting me to meet at the beginning of school?"

Hermione also closed her book and sat upright.

"Is it true that Barty Crouch Jr. isn't dead yet?" Neville asked the old question he'd asked several times before two months ago.

Harry nodded: "We didn't find him, but the clues and evidence we found point to the fact that he is still alive."

"Where is he?" Neville demanded. "I mean, where might he be?"

Harry shook his head: "Who knows, he's very cunning, no one can tell, maybe he's in the Ministry of Magic? Beside Voldemort? Maybe he's preparing something else for his master."

Neville took a deep breath: "Harry, I want you to teach me something."

"I can suffer! I can do anything!"

"Please teach me, I don't expect to be as strong as you"

Harry said, "Want to kill Barty Crouch Jr."

Neville shook his head, his eyes and tone became firm at this moment: "No, not only him, but also Bellatrix Lestrange, Labastan Lestrange, Rodolphus Lay Strange."

"The four of them, I want to take revenge with my own hands and kill the four of them."

He reached into his pocket and took out a stack of neatly folded candy wrappers. The bottom one was whitish and showed signs of wear and tear, while the top one was so new that Harry could still smell the sweetness of the candy. Fruity smell.

"I've always been out of my mind." Neville murmured in a low voice, as if he was confiding to Harry and the others, and also seemed to be talking to himself, "be rash and lose everything."

"I have no faith, no determination, I'm really bad"

"But only, only."

"I have kept these things all the time, and I have always carried them with me. I have never lost them, not once, not one piece."

Harry held out his hand, holding it to Neville's eyes.

Neville was taken aback, and carefully placed the candy wrapper in his palm.

Harry smiled helplessly, and also carefully returned the candy wrapper: "I don't want this, it's a wand, give me your wand."

Neville nodded suddenly, put the wrapper back, and drew his wand.

It was an old wand, and it was old, older than Neville.

Harry took it.

A breath of resistance emerged from the wand, but it couldn't last long in his hand, so he hibernated the breath obediently.

"Oak, dragon heartstrings, twelve inches," said Harry softly.

Neville nodded.

"Isn't this your wand?" Harry asked him, looking up.

"My father's," Neville replied softly. "His wand."

Harry returned the wand, and the oak wand seemed to have escaped from a cage, its breath flowing happily, wrapped around Neville's wrist, and rubbed against him affectionately.

"This wand likes you very much." Harry's eyes were deep.

Neville gripped his wand tightly: "I like it too."

"But it's not for you." Harry said bluntly.

Neville didn't say anything, just tightened his grip on his wand.

"Oak, it is an extremely loyal wand that will accompany the owner through any trough and peak." Hermione recited the words in the book, "It is as loyal to its owner as a knight is to his master."

Neville lowered his head. "It's a fine wand."

"Don't you understand?" Harry nodded at the table. "Hermione has made it very clear. This wand likes you very much, and it is working hard to cooperate with you, but it has never belonged to you."

"It has always been your father's wand."

Neville looked up at Harry.

"You inherited its protection and companionship to your father, but you didn't inherit it." Harry continued, with a soft tone, "Even if you cooperate well, it can't exert your power."

Neville held his wand, tears glistening in his eyes.

Harry held his head: "Professor Snape, he can't speak well, do you know why he always scolds you the most?"

"Because I always do badly in Potions," Neville replied under his breath.

Harry shook his head: "No, it's because of his cheap mouth."

Neville was taken aback.

"His mouth is like a troll bathroom that hasn't been flushed in 20 years, and he has lost the ability to talk to people properly."

Hermione poked Harry's waist angrily.

"Also because of his discrimination against Gryffindor." Harry went on.

"You know, Slytherin always waits for the day when the tower collapses and the Gryffindors are thrown to their deaths."

Neville would have been amused.

Harry scowled: "Of course, apart from these, he hates iron and steel. He extremely hates those who are obviously capable, but they just can't do even the simplest things."

Neville raised his hand and pointed at himself, his voice hesitated: "Me? Obviously capable?"

Harry nodded: "Of course, you, like Hagrid, are obviously capable, but you can't face yourself. You must set yourself up as a wimp in advance."

Neville still couldn't believe it.

"Professor Sprout said that you are as good at herbalism as I am." Harry said softly, "You are even much better than me and Cedric at taking care of and cultivating magical plants." many."

Neville opened his mouth, very confident: "I only have this one advantage."

"I've been doing badly in other classes, Potions, Transfiguration, Charms"

Harry clapped his hands and interrupted him heavily: "Neville, there has never been a master herbalist who is not good at brewing potions. Even if he can't become a master of potions, he will be an excellent pharmacist."

"And, as I said just now, the wand in your hand does not belong to you."

"To be more blunt, it is not suitable for you, it is because of it that it delays you."

hold up

Neville lowered his head, it was difficult to accept such a negative term, falling on one of his most cherished things.

"Neville, you are the same age as me, and your birthday is on the same day." Harry emphasized, "Stop thinking about having a wand protect you, you have to stand up, you should be the only man in the family, stand up, Protect them with your hands, with your wand."

Neville stood up and said loudly, "It never occurred to me that this wand would protect me!"

he roared out.

Harry nodded, looking satisfied.

"Sorry, I couldn't control it just now." The momentary outburst was like a hallucination. Neville quickly sat back down again, and his tone became submissive again, "I just wanted to say."

"If you don't feel like you're weakly running away, face it." Harry smiled slightly. "Go get a new wand."

"Then challenge me to beat me black and blue with your spells."

Neville looked up at Harry, pondering these few words.

Harry snapped his fingers: "I'm free every weekend night, and Hermione and Ron will also be together."

Neville understood and nodded heavily.

Harry continued: "Also, I get up to exercise at 4:30 every morning, but I have been alone for the past four years, and I lack a partner."

Neville nodded excitedly.

He understood what Harry meant.

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