Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Ron was in a difficult situation.

Even though they'd driven Umbridge out last year together, he still didn't like Malfoy.

that face.

After being beaten up so many times, don't you want to change it? Obviously doing human affairs, but he doesn't speak human words.

"How does he want to get rid of Slytherin?" Harry asked.

"Purge" is a very interesting word. Usually, the Gryffindor Quidditch team will use this word with a great repelling meaning when they are facing the Slytherin Quidditch team.

Ron shook his head: "I don't know."

"But it doesn't look very peaceful. Parkinson's nose was bruised and his face was swollen. Malfoy really didn't hold back at all."

Harry shook his head: "I mean, did he say, what did he want Slytherin to be? Not like the Slytherin who made it into Voldemort, the Slytherin who turned into pure blood? Malfoy's Lytherin? Or Slytherin at Hogwarts?"

Ron tried to remember: "He said it was Slytherin who made Slytherin Slytherin."

The words were a little twisted, and Ron "hissed" his cheeks a little sour.

"Isn't that their Slytherin thing?" Hermione shook her head. "We haven't won the House Cup for several years. This is a good chance."

Ron suddenly realized.

Breaking fingers, began to ponder.

"It's a good thing George and Fred have graduated," he whispered, "otherwise they wouldn't have missed the fun."

"Let me think about other dangerous elements."

He took out the parchment, began to write and draw, and wrote down the names of those little lions who were easy to "look at the excitement without thinking it's a big deal".

at this time--

There was a knock on the door.

A well-dressed little witch of the third grade pushed open the door and said in a low voice, "Sorry to bother you, I have an invitation letter for Mr. Potter, as well as Granger and Weasley."

In the carriage, three people looked up.

The little witch put the two invitation letters in her hands on the table, and hurriedly pushed them in front of Hermione and Ron.

Carefully, he took out another invitation letter from his pocket and placed it gently in front of Harry.

"Whose invitation?" Hermione raised her wand and cast detection magic.

"A professor, I have never seen." The little witch replied.

new professor?

There was no smell of a curse on the invitation letter. Hermione flicked her wand, and the invitation letter unfolded gently.

The little witch took a deep breath: "Potter, I'm a third-year Slytherin student, my name is Viola Spencer, yes."

"Okay, Miss Spencer. I'm sorry to interrupt you." Hermione interrupted her with a slight smile, "But the new professor invited us to his compartment now, we have to prepare, after all, you can't be rude when you meet a professor .”

Feeling lost, the little witch nodded reluctantly: "Oh, all right."

While pulling on the door, she said eagerly, "Mr. Potter, it's an honor to talk to you today."

The clattering sound was slow, and after several seconds, the door was finally closed.

"Harry, did you speak just now?" Ron shook his head. The little witch's last words made him think he was hallucinating.

"Harry is very popular now." Hermione turned her hair, "What did Yennefer say? A good man is bound to be stained with flowers and plants, whether he wants to or not."

Harry opened his invitation letter: "Hermione, you must not be spoiled by Yennefer."

"She's a good mother," Hermione emphasized.

Harry didn't speak, just looked at the text on the invitation.

"Dear Mr Potter:

It would be my honor to have afternoon tea with you in Box C.

Your kind and loyal, H.E.F. Slughorn. "

Ron also opened his invitation letter and muttered in a low voice, "Who is this Professor Slughorn?"

He and Hermione, although they had received the same invitation as Harry, had slightly different contents.

"Dear Ron:

I would be very happy to have afternoon tea with you in Box C.

Professor H.E.F. Slughorn. "

Hermione couldn't help curling her lips at the slight difference, she didn't feel very good about the new professor.

"Slughorn, a skilled Potions master, is one of the few people in the Potions Association who can communicate with Professor Snape." Harry briefly explained, "He has what a Potions master can have. all the glory."

Ron exclaimed a little.

Harry paused, and his tone became deep: "Of course, the thing that impresses me the most about him is that he used to be a professor at Hogwarts."

"It's Tom Riddle's Potions Professor."

"Head of Slytherin at the time."

"Before Professor Snape took office, he was always the Potions Professor."

The faces of the two of them became serious.

"Professor and dean of Voldemort?" Ron whispered, with a reasonable doubt in his heart.

Harry got up, waved his wand, and changed into his school uniform: "Since he invited, let's go and have a look."

Ron and Hermione also waved their wands, and with a flick, removed the Transfiguration Charm from their robes.

They got out of the car and walked towards box C.

This carriage was extraordinarily large, and it had been cast with the No Trace Stretch Curse. When the door was pushed open, there was not only the unmasked Professor Slughorn, but also many others.

Gryffindor's Neville, Slytherin's Blaise Zabini, and many people Harry has seen but is not very impressed with, and even Ginny.

"Mr. Potter!" Professor Slughorn breathed a sigh of relief as he walked quickly, "You have come. I wrote the first invitation to you. I thought you would not want it."

He was about as chubby as Fudge, with a big belly that seemed to be twelve months pregnant, and his facial features were different. This professor was obviously more handsome, but there was the same shrewdness in his brows and eyes.

Hermione said softly, "Professor Slughorn, it was a very wrong decision for you to ask a little witch to send invitations to Harry. I think she must have spent half an hour getting her makeup done."

A little bit of complaint.

Professor Slughorn was not angry at all, and giggled: "Miss Granger, they all say you are very serious. To be honest, I have a headache dealing with Gryffindors like Minerva, but they obviously treat you Some misunderstandings, you are a very humorous little witch."

Hermione smirked.

"Harry, what I look forward to most is to meet you." Professor Slughorn said enthusiastically, "The heir of Gryffindor, an exceptionally outstanding little wizard, I have never tried to teach a Dumbledore student."

"You should be experienced." Harry responded softly, "After all, you have taught many outstanding students."

Slughorn froze.

He could hear what Harry meant.

"My father and mother are also your students." Harry breathed a sigh of relief, kept a secret, and continued.

Slughorn's expression changed, and his expression became relieved again: "Of course, James, and Lily, I dare say you must have inherited your mother's merits, she is an excellent witch, and I look forward to her becoming the greatest witch of this century." Young female potions masters, even the youngest potions masters."

"What a pity."

Harry smiled.

Slughorn didn't dare to let Harry speak again, and then looked at Hermione: "And Miss Granger, you are the second person I look forward to."

"I dare say that you and Harry are bound to be together."

"Lily was the same as you back then. She had a not-so-good background, but they all showed exceptional talent in magic."

"To put it bluntly, the juniors are always better than the seniors. Twelve "O", no matter whether it is me or Dumbledore, we were not so good back then."

Hermione answered him politely: "But Professor Slughorn should be very experienced? After all, the two students who got all "O"s before were taught by you."

Harry helped her add: "Under your teaching, Slytherin is exceptionally good. We Gryffindors want to compete for the House Cup this year, but when you come back, we may have a headache."

Slughorn's face froze again.

He looked at Hermione, then at Harry.

When Dumbledore invited himself, he once mentioned that he had to be careful with Harry's mouth.

Didn't say to be careful of Hermione Granger!

and

I still underestimated the extent of the words.

"Professor Slughorn, are you returning to Hogwarts this time to take over the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?" A seventh-year Slytherin student read out a not-so-subtle atmosphere and asked.

Slughorn hurriedly turned his head, looked at him, and answered with a smile: "No, my Defense Against the Dark Arts is probably worse than Neville's, not to mention Harry's."

He looked at Neville, who was sitting in the corner, silent.

Some little wizards were surprised.

"It didn't make it into the papers, is it convenient for me to tell, Neville?" Slughorn asked.

Neville shook his head.

He continued: "I'm afraid none of you would have imagined that during today's summer vacation, Neville met Bellatrix who fled to Godric's Hollow on his birthday. I mean, the infamous Lestrange family... The infamous Death Eater, alone, and only Neville, killed her single-handedly."

"If I were to come, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be Lestrange's opponent."

The little wizards looked at him in surprise.

If the protagonist of this matter were changed to the name of "Harry Potter", they would all be able to accept it, but Neville?

He can do it too?

"Defense Against the Dark Arts, only true masters are qualified to be your professor." Slughorn shook his head, "Also, have you heard the rumor?"

"The curse of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professorship."

The little wizards nodded.

But no one dared to mention the group of words "mysterious man".

Slughorn chuckled again: "That rumor, in recent years, has been changed to another version. The curse of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is that every professor who enters the job will be beaten up by Mr. Potter."

"Not many people dare to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts these days."

The faces of the little wizards became strange, and no one laughed along with him.

"Is that rumor true?" Slughorn thumped in his heart, keenly capturing the changes in their faces.

A Hufflepuff wizard said to Harry, "Potter, did you walk past Professor Black last year?"

"Beat." Harry nodded.

In the actual combat class at night, Sirius often dueled with him, and Harry would not hold back just because he was his godfather.

Hufflepuff pursed his lips: "Then it doesn't look like a rumor."

"Who is this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"

Slughorn replied in a low voice, "Fortunately, I'm here to be a Potions professor, and your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is Professor Snape."

The little wizards nodded.

It sounds normal, Potter and Snape fighting, of course.

In fact, they didn't have a fight every year, which made many young wizards feel incredible. Every time in class, the two of them were eccentric, and the power of their words was enough to overturn the classroom. Professor Dumbledore must have put a lot of effort behind it.

Slughorn waved his hand: "Okay, I think everyone should know Harry."

"Harry, let me introduce the others to you."

There were more than 20 people in the carriage, and Hermione found a pattern - there was only one wizard like herself who was a completely ordinary person, and most of the other wizards were pure blood, or they were half-blood wizards with prominent status, or even , Slughorn didn't invite those lonely purebloods.

They didn't see Draco Malfoy.

Slughorn takes them with them to reminisce about the past.

The childhood memories of many outstanding wizards he taught, and a club he held called "Slugs", which only recruited wizards in the sixth and seventh grades who were exceptionally good at potions-of course, Cornelius Fudge also once Being a member of this club will immediately reduce the gold content of this club a lot.

Until the train came to prompt.

Slughorn just clapped his hands and said softly, "Sorry, I didn't notice, it's about this time now."

"Okay, kids, go back quickly and prepare for the school-opening dinner."

He said hello one by one.

Harry was the last.

It was also the one he treated with the most enthusiasm: "Harry, I am looking forward to our communication in the Slug Club after school starts."

They get out of the car.

"I don't like him at all." Hermione said bluntly, with a slumped face. "He can be compared to Lockhart. Look, what he has done."

"That Baby Bill!"

"I just said that he doesn't know his uncle well. Did you see what he did? I ignored him immediately, and didn't even refill his cup when the tea was finished."

Ron scratched his face, which he didn't feel.

Slughorn was warm to him, though not nearly as warm as he was to Harry.

"Harry, will you join his slug club?" Hermione took a deep breath, turned her head to look over, and made her mood brighter.

Harry nodded, "Of course."

"He's a potions master."

"Professor Snape's research is now at a critical juncture. It is very lucky to have another Potions Master, and he is such an experienced Potions Master."

Suddenly, Ron clapped his hands: "Harry, you want to put him in confinement."