Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

When Snape was in a daze.

Harry knocked on the door of Slughorn's office.

He opened the door and looked at the people outside, a little flustered: "Oh, Harry, why are you here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that what he said seemed a little too impolite, so he quickly added: "I mean, today is only Friday."

Lockdown is Tuesday.

It was only October, and Slughorn already regretted agreeing to Harry's request.

Hehe, he understood why Professor McGonagall recommended him so earnestly, and why other professors were impatient, hoping that he would shut Mr. Potter into confinement as soon as possible.

Everyone is waiting to see their own jokes!

It was clearly agreed that the confinement would only be closed until the end of the curfew, but it would be considered early if Harry could be sent away at twelve o'clock, and he would usually be busy until one or two o'clock in the morning, and sometimes even until dawn.

Slughorn looked at Harry uneasy.

Is he going to be locked up even on Friday now?

I, an old man over a hundred years old, really couldn't hold on.

"I didn't come to see you for confinement." Harry shook his head with a gentle tone.

Slughorn breathed a sigh of relief.

Harry went on to say, "I now have the solution to lycanthropy."

Slughorn nodded perfunctorily, he was now full of joy that Harry didn't come to confine himself: "Well, that's really great, congratulations."

He hadn't finished saying the word "Harry", but he came to his senses a little later, and looked at the owner of the name with round eyes in surprise: "What did you say, the wolf syndrome has been resolved?"

Harry nodded.

"Really?" Slughorn couldn't believe it.

Harry nodded again.

"How did you do that?" Slughorn stepped aside. Originally, he didn't want Harry to set foot in his office, but as long as he let him in, Slughorn felt that he was "tainted" again.

But... this message is different.

Harry, dirty me up tonight.

"It's the magic of love." Harry said succinctly, walked in, and talked to Slughorn.

With Snape, he focuses on "love".

Compared with Slughorn, Harry's expression is more inclined to "magic theory", but "love" cannot be explained with a few words of magic theory.

After Harry finished speaking, Slughorn even wondered if Harry had drunk too much and came to make fun of himself.

He didn't really believe it until Harry took him to the school infirmary and saw Lupine talking and laughing with Madam Pomfrey in the moonlight.

tonight.

The tone of Hogwarts seems to be "sleepless".

Tonks and Lupine chatted all night, finishing the words they had known each other for so long, and they hardly realized that it was dawn until Madam Pomfrey roared, ending the whole night of observation, and forced Let them go to rest.

Slughorn and Harry weren't asleep either.

They study how the paper should be written.

The word "love" was so simple and so great that it gave Slughorn a headache.

His mood is also very complicated.

I am happy that I witnessed the appearance of a new potion master, and I am sad that I have helped Harry very little. Most of the preliminary work was done by Snape, and the key "lover's tears" have nothing to do with me. My biggest His contribution seems to be to help Harry complete this paper.

After dawn, they mailed the papers.

Harry is back in North Yorkshire again.

Scrimgeour yawned. Hearing the sound of the Apparition Charm in the distance, his ears moved slightly, and he turned his head vigilantly to look over.

It was Harry and Professor Flitwick.

This made him heave a sigh of relief, and greeted him: "Harry, are you back?"

Harry nodded, looking at the cage: "They haven't turned back into adults yet?"

Scrimgeour spread his hands: "Well, I don't know what's going on."

"We asked St. Mungo's doctor to come over and have a look. It should be stimulated by potions, and there are also some psychological and emotional factors. They haven't changed back for a long time, but it's an hour at most. Their physical strength and energy can't keep up. become human."

"How are Tonks and Lupine?"

Harry replied with a smile: "Madam Pomfrey scolded them all night and only cared about talking about love, which affected the little wizard too much."

Scrimgeour laughed too.

"Is the identity of the werewolf confirmed?" Harry continued to look at the cage.

He noticed that the aura of several werewolves had begun to twist, changing between humans and wolves.

Scrimgeour's smile froze: "The Ministry of Magic only registers werewolves as humans, not what they look like when they become werewolves, and these werewolves all look similar."

"Teeth, color, tail length." Harry shook his head. "These are all very different."

Scrimgeour curled his lips.

Not everyone is Potter with such a keen observation ability.

"Let's not talk about that, how is the Ministry of Magic doing?" Harry pulled his gaze back, his aura was not stable enough, but it would indeed take as long as Scrimgeour said to completely transform back from a werewolf.

Scrimgeour looked gloomy and shook his head: "It's not very good."

"I also hope that Thicknesses can offend you severely this time, but he is not that stupid. He seemed to have expected you to come over half an hour ago, and went back to the Ministry of Magic directly under the pretext."

Harry nodded.

"In about one month, maybe two months, this matter can be dealt with." Scrimgeour sighed. "That group of pure-blood families is a tough one, and they all want to avoid punishment as much as possible."

He said, watching Harry warily.

There are also some tentative meanings.

Harry was expressionless: "We are all adults, and we should be responsible for what we have done."

"When the last two pieces are found, there is still a small trouble to solve. If it doesn't work, I don't mind using my own way."

The attitude remains the same and has not changed.

Scrimgeour nodded: "Harry, I will as soon as possible."

They chatted, time passed, and the werewolves turned back into adults one after another, lying naked in the cage, pale and depressed. The potion magnified their animal nature, and also magnified their physical and mental consumption.

The Ministry of Magic got busy and checked their identities.

In a short while, the identities of most of the werewolves were confirmed. These were registered at the Werewolf Registration Office of the Ministry of Magic. According to the records, they belonged to the group that kept their own way, and the identities of the remaining 20 werewolves could not be confirmed.

Harry waved his wand.

The iron cage was released from its deformation, turned back into mud and fell to the ground, and there was another rumble, and two simple houses were transformed.

"Find out the werewolves on the side of the Death Eaters, I'll ask about twenty or so, and you take care of the rest." Harry waved his wand while talking to Scrimgeour.

More than twenty werewolves, in strings, were dragged into one of the rooms by Harry.

Simon was awakened by a sharp, icy rush of water.

He opened his eyes, but his vision was blurred. After a while, only the vision of his left eye became clear, and his right eye could not see clearly, and it was still a little painful.

There was an extremely strong soreness in his body, which made him not want to move.

nightmare

It seemed like I had a nightmare.

In his left eye, he quickly caught a person, and he immediately determined that this person was definitely not a werewolf. The robes were very delicate, not luxurious, but they were also high-end products from a clothing store. There were more than ten Galleons in a set, isn't it? Something that "subhumans" like them can afford.

Handsome, with black hair, I seem to have seen him somewhere.

A pair of golden vertical pupils

vertical pupil!

He woke up immediately, it was Potter, the famous Harry Potter.

"Are you awake?" His voice was as cold as his appearance and expression.

Simon turned his head to the side, and there were more than 20 people lying beside him, all of whom were more or less injured, embarrassed and naked, lying on the ground.

"Now I ask a question." Harry said softly, "Which of you have had contact with the Death Eaters?"

No one answered.

"Or, which ones are connected to Barty Crouch Jr.?"

Still no one spoke.

Harry frowned, waved his wand, and flicked out a burst of sparks: "Don't force me to use Remembrance, or Veritaserum, stand up by yourself."

"Potter, were you the one who sneaked up on us last night?" A man raised his head, his eyes uneasy, "Obviously last night we could all turn back into beings."

"You should be thankful that I came last night." Harry interrupted him, "otherwise you would not only not turn back into adults, but you would also turn into a corpse, the kind that stinks outside."

The man was taken aback.

Simon, and more werewolves, were also stunned.

They didn't doubt Harry's words, the injuries on their bodies were the best proof - they were werewolves, experienced werewolves, and could tell whether their injuries were caused by werewolves or by spells.

"The potion that Crouch gave you is a potion that catalyzes the beast." Harry went on, "It will make you go crazy and kill each other."

"I don't know what his purpose is, but the result is destined."

A few werewolves fell silent.

More people became angry, chattered, denounced and cursed.

"Thanks to you, I have already made the potion for how a werewolf turns into a human." Harry waved his hand and created a stool for himself, "There is no such thing, or any kind of material, or magic that can solve it." Wolf disease, the only way to get rid of it is only true "love", nothing else can do it."

"Think about it carefully."

"Perhaps Crouch promised you that Voldemort will give you many things."

"But can that thing born from aphrodisiacs give you true love?"

"Stand up yourself, don't let me do it."

The voice fell softly, silently.

After a while, a werewolf tremblingly raised his hand: "I used to be a werewolf following the Dark Lord, no, following the mysterious man."

"But it wasn't me who was responsible for contacting Crouch."

Several werewolves also raised their hands together.

"Who is it?" Harry asked.

The werewolf turned his head, passed over each body, and then shook his head: "He, he's not in this room."