Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Mrs. Granger was not having an easy time.

She sits in the garden of the villa every day, watching other people's husbands or wives drive and pick up their children.

I should too.

He drove his MG sports car and took his daughter home.

Even in a boarding school, there is an opportunity to meet every week.

But my daughter went to that Hogwarts, a magic school, and only saw her for two months a year, and even now there are no two people. My well-behaved, obedient, and now learned to dress up daughter, summer vacation Only a month has passed, and my heart is not at home, but drifting to that kid named Harry Potter.

Ah.

My husband has seen him.

He was rated very well, with excellent looks, although his parents died early, but his family background was not bad, not to mention his academic performance, his daughter even used the word "great" to describe him.

but.

What kind of fun is a boy who hooks up with his own daughter! Although I often hear from my own daughter, it seems that she took the initiative to attack. It does not matter! The important thing is that her daughter spends very little time with her now.

Holding the teacup, she sighed softly.

A snow-white owl flew over, fluttered down on the table, poked its head out, took a piece of macaron, stretched its legs, and tied a letter on it.

"Hedwig, are you here to deliver the letter this time?" Mrs. Granger skillfully unwrapped the letter.

She knows this owl, she has a cute appearance and a good personality, the only shortcoming is that she is not her daughter's pet, but that Harry Potter's pet.

"Did the baby finally miss her mother?" She happily opened the letter, adjusted a comfortable sitting position, and prepared to read this beautiful letter full of her daughter's love for her mother.

But just saw the first line of text.

Her expression froze, she raised her head in disbelief, glanced at Hedwig, after a while, lowered her head with difficulty, and looked again.

oh.

That's right.

"Dear mother, please find me some books on language education for infants and young children."

infants, language

The combination of these words made Mrs. Granger's head go numb, and a cloud suddenly appeared in the sky, covering the sun.

She just knew it!

How could nothing happen!

Adolescent teenagers and girls are locked in a castle, boarding day and night, without parental care, only a dozen professors, and even responsible for life, and each college has only one dean-look at any university, now it is not administrative staff who are no better than professors. How many staff? But that Hogwarts didn't even have the concept of "administration".

She was ready early.

I just didn't expect it to come so suddenly.

Mrs. Granger got up, went back to the bedroom, walked to the living room on the first floor, picked up the phone, dialed the number of the hospital, and waited for her husband to answer: "I regret to inform you of very bad news."

that night.

Hedwig brought the letter back with its heavy attachment.

Naturally, Hermione wanted a lot of language education books for infants and young children. Besides, there were also baby clothes, feeding bottles, and a foldable baby stroller.

She was a little dumbfounded by the array of things piled up on the table.

In the letter, it seems that I only want the book?

what are these?

Hedwig fluttered her hair, very dissatisfied, she was just a poor, innocent little owl, transporting these things back to the Scottish Highlands, and flying to Gryffindor Tower, do you know how much owl rations cost per mile?

Hermione opened the letter, didn't read a few words, blushed, stood up abruptly, startled Hedwig.

"Hermione?" Ron asked in bewilderment.

Harry looked at the things on the table, lost in thought: "It seems that uncle and aunt misunderstood something."

"They have a big misunderstanding!" Hermione slapped the table and gritted her teeth, "Oh my god, how could they have such an idea!"

"How can it be!"

She took a deep breath and waved her wand before Ron tiptoed to steal the letter, and the flames engulfed the letter, floating into the fireplace.

"Hermione, I haven't watched it yet." Ron pinched his waist, confidently.

Hermione glared at him: "That's a letter from my family."

"But Harry already guessed what the content is." Ron looked at Harry who picked up the book again.

Hermione waved her hand impatiently: "But I didn't show it to Harry, he guessed it himself."

"It must be Hedwig who tipped off the news." Ron narrowed his eyes, looking at the owl lying on Hermione's head.

Hedwig immediately looked sharply, bouncing and flying, landing on Ron's head, staring at the messy hair, wondering where to start his mouth.

Slandering yourself will not end well.

Hermione ignored him.

He took out the quill, carefully protected the parchment, and wrote the letter.

She had to explain this to her parents, she was not to this extent! Moreover, just like my mother worried, Hogwarts is a closed and boarding school, boys and girls are indeed prone to these problems when they reach adolescence, even if some people notice it, they can't prepare for it.

but

Madam Pomfrey is omnipotent.

There's nothing a potion can't fix, and if it's twins, two bottles.

Hedwig is working hard tonight.

She flew over non-stop again, throwing the letter in front of Mrs. Granger.

She opened the letter impatiently.

"What did Hermione say?" Mr. Granger came with a bottle of whiskey, with a sad face.

Mrs. Granger didn't answer right away, she looked up after reading all the letter, "We seem to have misunderstood Hermione."

"She asked for those books because Mr. Hagrid's brother, um... giant, is the tall kind."

"Mr. Hagrid's younger brother is a giant, a primitive man, who can't speak human language, so these books are for teaching that giant to speak."

Mr. Granger frowned.

"But." Mrs. Granger changed the subject, still worried, "Hermione also said in the letter that what we worry about will never happen. The school doctor Madam Pomfrey can prepare the potion, which is painless and highly effective. Drink it tonight Yes, you can continue to study the next day."

Mr. Granger opened his mouth.

This is a good thing.

But spit it out from my daughter's mouth, why is it so unpleasant.

The two of them stayed up all night, discussing how to reply, until noon the next day, before they considered and wrote a sincere letter, asking Hedwig to send it back to their daughter.

Hermione was furious.

Angry.

My own parents would do this!

She decided to ignore her parents for a month, and then write a letter back after a month.

Hogwarts is peaceful.

In Snape's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, two students were kicked out. Two classes, that is, two weeks, they still couldn't get the wand to react at all, and they couldn't even cast the faintest streak of milky white mist.

Faith is not firm, or the mind is not right.

Unexpectedly, Malfoy was one step faster than Neville and Ron, becoming the third little wizard after Harry and Hermione who could summon a physical patron saint.

Slytherin should have a Slytherin Patronus.

Malfoy's Patronus is a python, a reticulated python more than five meters long, and like him, he is blind in one eye.

Neville hadn't yet been able to conjure a physical Patronus.

But some shadows can be seen vaguely, not very large creatures, not much bigger than two fists put together.

As for the other students, they are still in the white mist stage.

Snape didn't have the patience to wait for them all to summon the physical Patronus. The course of this spell was only one month, and most of the time, Harry helped to substitute for it. Snape would and demonstrated it for this group of students. , but he didn't want to, the spells he hated the most were the Patronus Charm and the Killing Curse.

Except for the students of Slytherin House, most students don't like Professor Snape.

But they all had to admit that Professor Snape's attainment in Defense Against the Dark Arts was no lower than that of the previous professors.

But it was Potions class that caused a lot of sensation in Hogwarts.

For the first time, the students discovered that potions class could be so interesting.

Slughorn is a very good professor, and he never hesitates to take out some seemingly precious potions as prizes in class. He is humorous and generous. He immediately became the leader of the whole Hogwarts. Apart from Professor Sprout, the most popular professor.

Advance to sixth grade.

The professors have opened a new door for some excellent students - the club.

The outstanding students in the sixth grade will be recruited by the professors, and they will gather once a week to exchange their academic experience, not limited to the content of the exam, but things outside of the classroom, which are the focus of the club.

Occasionally, the professors invite outstanding graduates who have graduated and who happen to have time to come over to exchange experiences with their juniors and juniors, which is also paving the way for their post-graduation days.

Graduates are certainly not difficult to invite.

The professors wrote, and the students would gladly oblige.

Tonight is different. There is no need for professors to write letters to invite. There is an endless stream of students who want to join the club. The Transfiguration Spell is the first choice of these students. Everyone knows that Potter is a master of transformation, followed by magic spells. Medicine class, to survive Snape's Potions class and get an "O" grade, his level will not be low. Of course, the main reason is Slughorn.

The Slug Club will definitely not let go of such a famous student.

As for the clubs of other professors, there are also students applying. Some are forced to join the clubs of Professor Flitwick or Professor Sprout when they are still students, and some feel that the clubs for Transfiguration and Potion It's been too long, and I want to try my luck with other professors.

Their goals are all the same, that is to know Potter and make friends with Potter.

After entering and leaving the society, reality gave them a resounding blow.

Just when October came, when late autumn made the whole world lonely and desolate, in a village in Great Britain that had no trace of ordinary people's life.

Barty Crouch Jr. visits.

Three thousand today, woo woo woo, happy 520 everyone