Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

The school badge is pale and somewhat bleak.

Standing in front of Umbridge, Harry was almost half a body taller than Pink Toad.

The wand was raised high, and the golden thread was connected with the school emblem.

"I now initiate, in my capacity as Heir of Gryffindor, to ask the four Houses, if they will, in response to my plea, expel Lady Dolores Jane Umbridge from Hogwarts, and never Then open the gates of the castle to her."

he said softly.

Not loud, but firm.

"Yes!" Ron said loudly, the first to respond.

Hermione glared at him angrily, and reminded in a low voice: "Wand, school badge!"

Ron reacted and raised his wand with a serious expression: "I, Ron Weasley, respond to Harry Potter's request as a Gryffindor prefect."

His wand, and the prefect badge on his chest, buzzed.

A golden and red intertwined light shot out.

Hitting the school emblem, the quarter representing Gryffindor was immediately filled with color, the lion came to life, leaped high, waved its paws, and roared fiercely at Umbridge.

Umbridge turned pale.

Goldstein raised his wand with a cold expression and a solemn voice: "I, Anthony Goldstein, respond to Harry Potter's request as a Ravenclaw prefect."

His wand, his prefect badge hummed too, shooting a blue and bronze light, linked to the school badge.

Eagles are circling and crowing.

Cedric, too, swore sternly: "I, Cedric Diggory, by Hufflepuff House—"

When he got stuck here, he realized that he was no longer a prefect.

Turning to look at their new prefect.

The new prefect shook his head: "Cedric, only you can represent Hufflepuff."

The other little badgers chimed in.

"Yes, that's right!"

"We agree with you!"

"You can represent us perfectly."

Cedric took a deep breath and continued, "I, Cedric Diggory, respond to Harry Potter's request in the name of Hufflepuff."

His wand burst into a golden light like Harry's.

The badge on the chest of the new prefect vibrated, the yellow line on the black background surged, and it was linked with the school badge, adding another touch of color. The badger crawled, took a few steps, and stood upright, without shouting, just calm and indifferent, just like the black gem His eyes fixed on Umbridge, and he clasped his paws.

Umbridge could barely breathe.

The school badge is three-quarters filled, leaving only the last color.

Almost everyone turned their attention to Draco.

Draco held his wand: "Potter, I have to remind you that this doesn't mean I'm willing to take your side, it's just that I don't need a useless Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and she will put Hogg Watts made a mess, and it wasn't good for my growth."

He paused, and slowly raised his wand.

The feeble movement made Umbridge's heart ache.

Draco continued softly: "I, Draco Malfoy, in the name of Slytherin, answer Harry Potter's request."

Green, silver, intersecting rays of light poured from his wand and emblem.

Slowly falling into the school badge, and slowly filling up.

The badge was empty, and suddenly, a three-cornered snake poked out its head, and the bifurcated snake faltered, viciously and viciously.

The four colors awaken the gray and white school badge, which hangs in the center of the hall, complementing the school badge behind the teacher's seat.

The golden thread connecting Harry's wand to the school badge vibrated.

The owner of Hogwarts has never been the headmaster, nor a professor, or a descendant of one of the Big Four. The owner of Hogwarts has always been the same batch, old graduates, new arrivals, Students who grow from a radish to a grown-up wizard.

Far away in Godric's Hollow.

The portrait of Gryffindor suddenly flew up and looked into the distance—that was the direction of Hogwarts.

"What's wrong?" Dumbledore also sensed something and looked with him.

"If Helga knew, she would be very pleased." Godric hummed softly, and fell back on Dumbledore's shoulder, "Let them enjoy their time."

"Let me go and see Harry's house."

"Damn it, we're so close, yet he never invited me."

Dumbledore shook his head and led him away, in the opposite direction from Hogwarts.

Hogwarts, Great Hall.

The Sorting Hat on Harry's waist slowly came to life, it grinned and began to sing.

"Long ago I was a new hat,

Hogwarts hadn't been built yet,

The four founders of Noble Academy,

Thought they would never part ways.

Though I am doomed to divide you,

But I'm afraid it's not the right way to do it.

We must be united internally,

Otherwise everything will fall apart from within. "

This is the song it sang at the beginning of school this year, remembering the past, warning the present, and humming it again now, echoing the huge and majestic magical fluctuations on Harry's wand.

Umbridge suddenly felt his belly button being hooked, and a huge tearing force came from there.

The air condensed and squeezed her.

Crash——

Her clothes and skin were torn apart, a thick piece was torn off, and fell to the ground with a bang. The sound of flesh and blood falling to the ground was extremely crisp, like the sound of apparition. Umbridge was gone, leaving only a piece of her flesh, a piece of tattered cloth, and a wand nearly shattered in two under the squeeze.

Poor wizards lost their wands, even worse than ordinary people.

At least ordinary people still use both hands and feet.

Wizards only have wands, and only wands.

Scrimgeour held his breath, staring at the house elf who came out and calmly cleaned the flesh and floor, and asked cautiously, "Where did she go?"

"Hogwarts doesn't welcome her, not for a second." Harry shook his head. "She's leaving now, but where will she appear?"

"I have no idea."

"But definitely not around someone who graduated from Hogwarts."

Scrimgeour lowered his voice: "I know you must know, tell me, I won't let the Ministry of Magic rescue her."

Harry smiled slightly, but said nothing.

He retracted his wand, the badge still hanging in the middle of the hall.

The Sorting Hat muttered: "It's so rare that I still have to witness the unity of the four colleges. Albus, the headmaster, should be yours."

"It's their choice and nobody else's." Harry shook his head.

He waved to Neville: "Continue to class, I'll go and talk to Mr. Scrimgeour."

Neville nodded. He glanced at the school badge, and with an inexplicable courage in his heart, his speech became smoother and he began to talk.

Harry and Scrimgeour walked out of the hall through the side door, and after closing the door, they stood in the courtyard.

"Harry, the Ministry of Magic is in a bad place." Scrimgeour frowned. "I suspect Thicknesse has either been replaced or has become a Death Eater."

Harry looked at him, a little surprised: "Why do you think so?"

"To be honest, I was jealous at first." Scrimgeour took a deep breath, "I should be the one who is obviously qualified and capable to become the Minister of Magic. Why him? I have to admit that the outside world is now very concerned about Thicknesse. More praise than criticism, and I have to admit, he does look decent."

"But before that, who knew he had this ability? Apart from age and hairline, what else is he taller than me?"

Harry nodded, listening quietly.

Scrimgeour vented his grievances and calmed down: "After I voted, I doubted whether he was Thicknesse. Of course, I was indeed jealous and very unfair."

"But I'm definitely not right now!" He hastily emphasized together, pressing heavily on his hands, repeatedly emphasizing, "I'm very objective now, and I found a clue!"

"The first day of the new year." Scrimgeour explained, "The Ministry of Magic has resumed work. We are holding a regular meeting in the morning, which is still a very lengthy process."

"But at noon, he suddenly threw out the education order, abandoned the discussion agenda, and appointed Umbridge as the investigator. This appointment is very popular with the Ministry of Magic. After all, Dumbledore is really too powerful. We all fear him."

Harry sneered: "So the way you are afraid of him is to try to take everything away from him?"

Scrimgeour didn't have much to say.

Harry waved his hand: "Go ahead."

"Because of that reason, the proposal was approved once, and Thicknesse told me that the Aurors would follow along, after all, it was an order." Scrimgeour spread his hands and sat down by the fountain, "It's a bit abnormal now that I think about it, but this matter It's normal in the Ministry of Magic that every minister abuses his power."

"It wasn't until Hogwarts entered the castle that he told me to capture Sirius."

Speaking of this, Scrimgeour rubbed his hair in some pain: "At that time, I thought I had heard wrong."

"I'm very reluctant to do it, after all, it will offend you."

"Would anyone be willing to offend a bold, unscrupulous Dumbledore? Or, to put it harshly, would anyone be willing to offend You-Know-Who?"

"That's how I felt at the time."

Harry said, "I'm not afraid of offending Dumbledore or the mysterious man, I've beaten them both."

"I mean ordinary people." Scrimgeour was a little annoyed, but his tone was relaxed, "But I went anyway. I am not only a human being, but also an Auror."

"Thickness's deeds are too suspicious. Although he said very well, it is for Hogwarts and wizards, but I can see it."

He raised his hand, pointing his index and middle fingers at his eyes.

"I'm a very good Auror, and I'm also very keen. He can see that Thicknesses' target may be you, Hogwarts, Dumbledore, and Sirius, except Like for the Death Eaters."

"So I chose to be a fool, to be a schmuck, to be a guy who only knows how to obey authority."

"I know, it's impossible for me to take Sirius away from you, and Thickness never expected that it happened to be your class at that time."

"I'll act tougher. It's not easy to be tough in front of you. I'm ready to lose my arms and legs."

"But the risk was well worth it."

He was proud: "I still have my limbs, and Thicknesses has begun to trust me."

My question, in fact, this paragraph is going to pave the way for emmmmm

But it feels good too.

The Sorting Hat sings the new school song of the fifth grade of "Order of the Phoenix" in the original book. I think it is perfect here, at least much more suitable than in the original book.

Sigh, I still apologize for the inappropriate handling of Umbridge.

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