Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Harry's answer, Dinghaishenzhen severely calmed his turbulent heart.

Cedric took a deep breath, and the surprise was overflowing: "Harry, are you really willing to agree? I thought you would refuse, after all, you are very busy, and"

There are bigger and more responsibilities on him, responsibilities that go far beyond what a little wizard should have.

"Then you still came to see me?" Harry looked at him.

Cedric waved his hands: "Harry, I just can't help it, come and try, and Qiu said that Ravenclaw doesn't want to put up with Umbridge, you know, Ravenclaws are eager for real knowledge .”

If only reading is fine.

Then why are you still in class?

During Lockhart's meeting, the students rioted once, but this time, it was even more excessive than three years ago-three years ago, they never had it, and today, three years later, they have it. Having it and then losing it hurts more than never having it all the time.

At least the students couldn't stand the drop from "Professor Black" to "Umbridge".

Whether a good scholar, or fish in troubled waters.

In Umbridge's class, you can't even touch fish, you have to sit upright and serious.

"You can ask Ravenclaw to pick someone who can talk, who can make decisions for them, and then we can have a good talk." Harry responded to him.

Cedric nodded: "Of course, tonight?"

"After curfew." Harry glanced at him. "Abandoned classroom on the fourth floor."

Cedric was taken aback: "The one where there are rumors of monsters making trouble?"

"Goblin trouble?" Harry asked back.

Cedric nodded: "A rumor spread in a small area. After Lockhart's death, his resentment turned into a monster. Every night, he would make trouble on the fourth floor. Mr. Filch would guard there to prevent the monster from hurting the students."

Harry said nothing.

Cedric tried to read something from Harry's face, and asked hesitantly, "So it's actually not a goblin, but you, Harry."

"Lockhart is useless when he is alive, let alone dead." Harry curled his lips and waved his hands: "See you tonight."

He turned back into the lounge.

Cedric smiled and went to another tower with ease.

After curfew.

The abandoned classroom on the fourth floor.

Cedric came with a boy with short blonde hair and freckles.

"Harry, let me introduce you. This is the prefect of Ravenclaw, Anthony Goldstein." Cedric introduced, "He is a very good little wizard, in the same grade as you."

"Hi." Goldstein held out his hand.

Harry shook his hand, "Hello."

Ron tilted his head, a little surprised: "I thought you would bring Qiu Zhang here."

"It's Zhang Qiu. Her country's surname comes first." Cedric bit the pronunciation and corrected, "She's my girlfriend, but obviously she can't represent Ravenclaw yet."

Goldstein nodded with a calm tone: "Actually, there are several seventh-year students who want to come in person, and they are much better than me, but because I am too busy with studies, and I am a prefect, I know more about Ravenclaw than them." Situation."

"A considerable number of people actually don't agree with your approach."

"But we support you in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Mr. Potter, after all, every student wants to learn better."

Harry nodded: "I just asked Crookshanks to help me collect a schedule for each of the seven grades in each college."

He waved.

Without chanting a spell or using a magic wand, a thick stack of school schedules on the side table flew into his hands.

Cast spells without a sound.

Both of their faces changed slightly.

this level

Could it really appear on a fifth grade little wizard?

Goldstein's focus was wider. He was very curious which one was Crookshanks. Everyone in the room knew Ron, Hermione, who had always been higher than him, and that round-faced strong man. Gryffindor's cowardly crying bag has nothing to do with the word "Crookshanks".

"Hermione's pet." Harry glanced at him.

Crookshanks crawled out from under the table with a bag of owl rations in his mouth, yelling arrogantly and proudly.

"He hates me a bit?" Goldstein took half a step back.

Harry shook his head: "No, it keeps barking like this."

Keshanklu groaned softly, ran up to Neville's side, and slapped his calf—he didn't dare to do anything to Harry, and if he did it to Ron, it would be easy to fight, only Neville was the last Very bullying.

Neville grinned in pain.

Harry continued: "There is quite a conflict in the class schedule, so the first to fifth grades are together, and the sixth and seventh grades are together."

"Monday night, juniors, in the Great Hall."

"Friday night, seniors, also in the auditorium."

"How about it?"

Cedric nodded. This kind of course arrangement is fairly fair—although the little wizards in the first and second grades will be a little bit strenuous, they can still learn something. After all, Harry is still a student. It is impossible for Harry to be like a professor. Prepare for a single course.

Goldstein raised his hand. "I have a question."

Harry looked at him.

"Today's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is taught by Mr. Weasley." He asked bluntly, "Is he coming for the next class?"

"Of course, it's not that we don't distrust Mr. Weasley. He is indeed very good. He is the third in grade. Hufflepuff also gave good comments in today's class."

"But it would be better if it was Mr. Potter."

Harry shook his head: "No, it's Neville for the first to fifth grades, and Hermione for the senior ones."

Both Cedric and Goldstein were taken aback.

"Mr. Longbottom?" Goldstein could no longer maintain his tone, and exclaimed in disbelief, "Him?"

He looked over Harry to Neville, cradling the ginger kitten, humming.

And this round-faced little wizard also had the same incredible expression, looking at Harry in astonishment.

Harry nodded.

Goldstein took a deep breath: "Mr. Longbottom's grades last year, I remember it was over fifty?"

"Except for the O in herbal medicine, I didn't pass much in other subjects."

"Potter, I doubt it."

Harry waved his hand: "People change."

"Trust my judgment."

Goldstein drew out his wand: "Then, can I ask Mr. Longbottom for advice?"

"If even I can't handle it"

Speaking of this, he paused and emphasized his tone: "Mr. Potter, you should be very clear that Defense Against the Dark Arts is a very practical course."

"I hope you don't say that he has a strong theory."

"If it's just theory, why not continue to listen to Professor Umbridge's class?"

Harry nodded, "Of course, I'm sure Neville won't have any problems."

He turned his head to look at Neville.

"Harry, I, I'm afraid I'm not suitable." Neville shrank his neck, and his voice became a little stammered.

"Go." Harry pulled out his wand and waved it lightly. The Levitation Charm grabbed Neville by the collar and dragged him to the center of the classroom.

Goldstein stood opposite him, raised his wand, and stood it on his chest: "Mr. Longbottom?"

Neville took a deep breath, and stood his wand on his chest: "Since Harry believes that I can, then I must be fine."

They both bowed.

Ron counted down for them.

"Expelliarmus!" As soon as the last number fell, Goldstein immediately raised his wand and released the spell.

Neville rolled, spells flying high above his head.

As the best little wizard in Ravenclaw House in the fifth year, Goldstein is very good. He casts spells very fast and powerfully. Even if the disarming spell hits the table, chairs and benches, it can splatter a burst of sawdust.

But it didn't work.

The battle starts in an instant and ends in an instant.

Transfiguration, Impediment, Last Fist.

Goldstein was on his hands and knees, retching like anyone who gets hit in the stomach.

After a long while, he came back and looked at Neville in disbelief: "You are really Mr. Longbottom."

"Of course." Neville nodded, and he looked at Goldstein with complicated and strange eyes.

"Goldstein" is a well-known surname in the wizarding world. When he was still studying at Hogwarts, he was often mentioned by his grandmother and uncle. He is very good. His uncle would sometimes say that he hoped that Neville would grow up soon. He grew up and became such an excellent child as Anthony of the Goldstein family and Percy of the Weasley family.

but now.

The role model that was originally unattainable by him was defeated so easily by him.

There is no pressure.

I can feel that he is very strong, but even the threat Crookshanks brings to him is not as good as it.

"Your transfiguration spell, so it is possible that there is only P." Goldstein shook his head, unacceptable, "You can turn a still life into a small creature in an instant, or a large number, at least there is an E, even if you get an O, it is normal, you deliberately Did you do poorly in the exam?"

Neville shook his head, smiling shyly.

"He has always been excellent, but he is timid and has no confidence in himself." Harry said, "Besides, the wand was not smooth before, so no matter how good he is, he can't show it."

Goldstein nodded thoughtfully, he pondered in silence, and after a while, he said cautiously: "Mr. Potter, on behalf of Ravenclaw, I would like to agree to your proposal."

As he spoke, he paused slightly, took out a traceless stretching spell pocket from his robe, took out a bulging, heavy pocket the size of two fists, and handed it over: "This was made by Ravenclaw, Regarding you, En entrusts the reward?"

"A total of one hundred and twenty Galleons."

Harry took it skillfully, weighed it in his hand, and accurately estimated the amount of coins inside. It was indeed one hundred and twenty galleons, and the number of gold galleons was not much, only more than seventy, and the rest were silver Sickles and copper coins. Nat.

He threw it back casually.

Nevis descended to Crookshanks and caught the purse.

Cedric looked a little dumbfounded: "You guys still collected the money? Why I don't know."

"Of course." Goldstein glanced at him, speaking in a natural tone, "Mr. Potter's time is not wasted, and you are so familiar with him, you should know his character, this is our initiative to entrust. "

"Mr Porter didn't ask for a price, but we can't be unprepared."