Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

The little snakes are distinct.

They sat at both ends of the long table, with Draco Malfoy, who had just been praised and brought two hundred house points to Slytherin, and his group of followers at one end, and Draco Malfoy at the other end. The noble Slytherins who hate and look like knives.

George and Fred pulled out Dragon's Blood whiskey.

The income from the Weasley brothers' joke workshop was already high enough to support them in some unnecessary squandering - besides, it was to celebrate graduation, and they were not afraid of Harry taking the bottom line.

The Ravenclaws are still somewhat restrained.

But when the fireworks of George and Fred swept across their long table mercilessly, the little eagles finally couldn't restrain themselves.

Endure it for seven years!

Can the pranks of these two guys stop!

Professor McGonagall frowned: "Albus, you are too used to the students."

"Isn't it good? So youthful and harmonious." Dumbledore pushed his glasses, feeling the urge to cry for this scene.

Mag was silent and looked over.

George was grabbed by a Ravenclaw and a Hufflepuff and pushed hard into the Butterbeer-filled pool conjured by the Transfiguration Charm.

Fred was very happy to be flying the kite, and he was still cheering loudly.

Neville scratched the floor, took off his shirt, and started boxing.

"Harmony", the same word starting with "H", McGonagall thinks, shouldn't be spelled like this.

Slytherin left hastily after eating.

outside the hall.

Draco was stopped.

"Malfoy, what do you mean?" A sixth-year snake narrowed his eyes, his tone was sharp and aggressive, "Are you really going to completely betray Slytherin?"

"Betrayal?" Draco smiled contemptuously, "Who actually betrayed Slytherin?"

He puffed out his chest, his prefect badge gleaming.

"I'm a Slytherin prefect recognized by Hogwarts."

His tone was even a little brisk.

"By that stupid Dumbledore." The little snake said dirty.

Draco interrupted him: "No, it has nothing to do with Dumbledore."

"It's Hogwarts, do you want me to spell this word? Dumbledore is the headmaster, but it doesn't mean he can represent this castle."

The little snake took out his wand and swiped in the void: "We are the majority of Slytherin."

"Most are not necessarily correct." Malfoy also took out his wand.

Armor protection!

He said the spell quickly.

Thunderbolt explosion!

At the same moment, a spell struck suddenly. There was a bang, a huge explosion, and smoke and dust billowing.

Malfoy rolled aside in embarrassment, raised his wand, and the Transfiguration Curse twisted and threw out.

The battle is on!

The auditorium is bustling, and the outside of the auditorium is also bustling.

In the roar of another explosive curse, the door of the auditorium was blasted open, half of the wooden door flew out, wiped Dumbledore's hat, and slammed hard on the wall behind him.

McGonagall's breathing froze.

George and Fred made so much noise that she didn't realize there was another fight outside the auditorium.

"Albus!" McGonagall jumped up suddenly, looking at the principal in fear.

On the last day of the school year, another group fight.

Dumbledore waved his hand: "Minerva, let them make their own choices." His face was calm and he was not surprised by this.

In Hogwarts, there is almost nothing that can be hidden from Dumbledore, let alone just across a door, or he has already been mentally prepared.

While talking.

Malfoy flew in backwards, smashed hard on the long Hufflepuff table, and knocked over a pile of food——Draco has made great progress, especially during this period, under the teaching of Professor Longbottom, he is very good at duels With a deeper level of cognition, the strength will go further, but two fists are hard to beat with four hands, not to mention that the opponent has more than one more pair of hands.

Cedric immediately stood up, waved his wand, and stopped Malfoy, squinting his eyes and staring at the people outside the door: "It's too much for you to attack the prefect."

"We don't recognize him as a Slytherin prefect." The little snake outside the door shook his head, "And, Digory, this is our house's business."

He looked up.

At the teacher's seat, McGonagall was arguing with Dumbledore.

"He is, the prefect recognized by Hogwarts." Cedric shook his head and said the same words as Draco.

Only by being recognized by Hogwarts can he represent Slytherin, and together with the other three colleges, condense that splendid school badge.

The little snake sneered, disapprovingly: "You're just a Hufflepuff."

"I'm still the boy president of the student union." Cedric pointed to his chest. Since the fifth grade, this place has never been empty. "It's my job to protect every student."

Draco struggled to get up from the table: "Digory, I don't need your help."

"Draco, I'm maintaining Hogwarts." Cedric pulled out his wand.

The Hufflepuffs immediately dropped what they were holding. Juice, food, George, Fred, etc., all took out their wands.

"Anthony." Cedric turned his head, glanced at Dumbledore, and then said to the prefect, "Bring back the little wizards under the fourth grade."

Anthony nodded and communicated with the female prefect.

Draco glanced at Cedric and emphasized again: "Digory, I didn't say I needed your help."

"I'm protecting Hogwarts." Cedric also emphasized.

Ron probed: "Harry?"

"You're a Gryffindor prefect." Harry smiled and pushed him.

Ron frowned: "I don't like that Malfoy guy, but he is also for Hogwarts anyway, so."

"You're a prefect, Ron." Harry shook his head, "sure what you think."

Ron turned his head and said to Parvati Patil, "Bring back the little wizards below the fourth grade."

"Others, let's teach the Slytherins a lesson. Fifth year should end on a happy note."

George and Fred rubbed their buttocks, grinned and got up from the ground: "Little Ronnie, you really look like a prefect now."

"No, no, no, you shouldn't call him little Ronnie." George shook his head, thinking differently, "He's grown up now."

Fred suddenly said, "That's right, Prefect Weasley, loyal Fred and George obey your orders!"

The lion cubs also took out their wands.

Neville even just wiped the sweat on his forehead, waved his fist, picked up his wand with the other hand, and rushed forward first.

"Why don't the professors stop?" Hermione looked up, and Professor McGonagall was still arguing with Dumbledore.

Harry shook his head: "There are not many opportunities for Hogwarts to unite."

"Dumbledore wants them to realize that this is not just a disagreement, but a matter of position."

Position question?

Hermione nodded, thoughtfully.

The Ravenclaws didn't hesitate for long, and quickly joined the battlefield. They were all smart people, and they quickly figured out Dumbledore's intentions, and they naturally had to make a statement.

The reason why the group of Slytherins were able to beat Draco was because they were superior in number but weaker in strength.

Now the number is not dominant.

The strength is quite different.

They were quickly dealt with, and the little snakes lay on the ground.

The Gryffindors, and those Slytherins who were bullied a lot and rarely won a battle, were waiting for an opportunity to retaliate.

Professor McGonagall finally stood up. She waved her wand, deformed the long tables and stools, picked up the injured students, and sent them to the school infirmary: "I'm so disappointed!"

"This school year ended with a gang fight?"

"Look, how ugly it is!"

"Mr Diggory! Professor Dumbledore has praised you."

Cedric lowered his head obediently.

Professor McGonagall stared in the past: "And Mr. Weasley, you are the prefect of Gryffindor, and you set such an example! Gryffindor will deduct 100 points!"

Ron hesitated to speak, thought for a while, it's best to admit his mistakes obediently at this time, don't say anything, and there won't be any mistakes.

"It's the next school year! This 100 points is deducted from the college points for the next school year." Professor McGonagall was very serious, thinking of what Ron thought of, "After the new school year, a week of confinement, I think I am a Gryffindor Dean, I have to teach you how to be a qualified prefect."

"Percy doesn't make trouble like you do."

Ron is very well behaved.

"There's additional summer homework, a one-foot review, spacing, letter size, and the same format as in the book."

Ron raised his head, staring, full of disbelief.

One foot!

And write that kind of small print.

"Any comments? Mr. Weasley?" McGonagall looked at him coldly.

Ron shook his head and muttered, "No, I have no objection."

"There are also several of you prefects." Professor McGonagall called them one by one, "You have to write a one-foot review during the summer vacation."

"Mr. Malfoy, you are no exception."

Draco nodded.

Professor McGonagall looked back at Dumbledore bitterly, and walked hurriedly to the school infirmary.

"Malfoy, you're really ugly now." Ron spat and clenched his fists.

Help the person you hate, and suffer the heaviest punishment.

"You're asking for trouble." Draco shook his head, and he glanced arrogantly at the surrounding prefects, "I didn't ask you to help me."

"I can handle those people."

Ron gritted his teeth: "Even if you didn't ask for it, we've helped you. It's fine if you don't say thank you. Your attitude is still so bad!"

"I didn't ask for your consent, but if I helped you, would you thank me? Weasley?" Malfoy asked back.

Ron took a deep breath.

Not really.

He only wondered if Malfoy was out of his mind.

"Learn more from Potter, he is so smart, he didn't make a move." Malfoy sneered, "If you don't make a move, you won't be punished."

Neville interrupted: "Malfoy, you should be glad Harry didn't make a move."

"Otherwise, if you say something like this now, there will be a bed for you in the school infirmary tonight."

"Besides, I really want to beat you right now."

Hufflepuff's prefect seemed to have a low smile, and he let out a snort without holding back.

Malfoy's smile froze, he took a deep look at the group of people, and said arrogantly, "Really?"

"Mr. Longbottom, you have to be careful. I'm going to ask you for a duel in next year's class."