Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Chapter 10 Up and down (for investment, please read~)

Harry didn't need a hat to guide him.

It might sound kinky - he remembered Percy's breath, and by following it he could find the Gryffindor common room.

Ron and the others are still waiting for Harry to come back.

"Harry, you go to Dumbledore..." Ron walked up to him, and before he finished speaking, he was shocked when he saw the hat on Harry's waist, "Oh, no, you go to the sorting house." The cap was stolen?"

"Yes, I borrowed it." Harry was serious, correcting the mistakes in Ron's words.

The Sorting Hat murmured, "Harry, you're a good boy, but can we talk about not putting my head down, please?"

"And hats are meant to be worn, I'm a wizard hat, you're a wizard, we hit it off."

Harry shook his head, saying firmly, "No, it's a bit inconvenient to wear it on your head, but it will be easier this way."

The Sorting Hat was taken aback, and said in a sullen tone, "I think you used me as a scabbard."

"Isn't a scabbard better than a hat?" Harry asked rhetorically.

The Sorting Hat spat. If it could spit out something, it would spit all over Harry's face: "Bah! Of course the hat is better than the scabbard!"

"You have a much worse personality than Gryffindor, brat!"

It cursed and was brought into the bedroom by Harry.

After running around for a day, Harry was also a little tired and fell into a deep sleep.

On the second day, before the sky was bright, he woke up, ran around the castle twice, and took the Gryffindor sword, and practiced swordsmanship against the tree stump for a while.

After breakfast in the hall, go back to the dormitory, wake up the other people in the same bed, and go to class with them.

Harry was very excited about the first day of school, September 2nd, which was Monday's classes.

History of Magic in the morning and Herbalism in the afternoon.

The history of magic inevitably disappointed many new students. Professor Binns was a ghost, reading the textbook in the hoarse, indifferent tone unique to ghosts, and occasionally adding some points out of the blue.

Most people are drowsy.

Only Harry and Hermione were serious.

The words of long-lived people are always very reasonable-ghosts are also another form of long-lived people.

Herbalism is more interesting.

The professor is the dean of Hufflepuff, a short and fat lady named Sprout, she looks ordinary, even a little perfunctory, but she is very knowledgeable in herbal medicine, and all Harry raised All questions can be solved by her in simple terms.

Class ends at three o'clock.

Harry obstinately chased her to ask questions until four o'clock—the reason why he only asked for an hour was mainly because the senior students had to attend classes, otherwise Harry could have continued to ask questions.

He was cheeky and wanted to rub the class.

Called "five points from Gryffindor" by Sprout, she likes this hard-working, intelligent lion cub, but the senior classes are dangerous and she dares not involve Harry.

There are two new courses on Tuesday - Charms and Transfiguration.

The professor of Charms, the professor Flitwick with goblin blood, led them to study magic theory for a whole class.

Wait until get out of class is over.

Most of the students hurriedly packed their schoolbags and rushed to the Transfiguration classroom.

Harry stayed.

Flitwick looked at him with joy, and asked enthusiastically and earnestly: "I heard from Sprout and Professor Binns that you are a little wizard who loves to ask questions, you should really come to Ravenclaw .”

"Have you encountered any problems?"

Harry nodded: "I heard from Hagrid that you have goblin blood, so do you know any master blacksmith?"

Flitwick was taken aback, his thoughts were knotted, and he asked dryly, "So you didn't ask me about the spell?"

"I don't have time today. I have Transfiguration class later." Harry said blankly.

Flitwick was a little disappointed: "Oh, okay."

"I do know a master casting master, but the goblins... have some personality problems. Although they are very skilled, they are very greedy."

"Professor, could you please contact me?" Harry took off the sorting hat on his waist, and took out a bag of Galleons from it. "This is your reward."

Flitwick looked gentle and shook his head: "Professors should help students."

"What's more, you are very good. Albus told me that you seem to have mastered a novel spell. If you have time on Friday afternoon..."

"It's better to be Saturday. If you have time on Saturday, you can come to the office to find me."

Harry put Gallon on the table, turned and left: "Thank you, Professor!"

Others can say no, but you can't deny it.

Flitwick shook his head, and with a flick of his wand, the purse flew into the hat.

The Sorting Hat bawled twice, and shouted, "Hey! It's fine with Harry, Felius, you've already treated me like a pocket, that's enough!"

"I am the hat, the hat of the great Gryffindor!"

First-year freshmen don't know their way very well.

The stairs at Hogwarts are still very problematic - like a maze that changes paths at any time.

Fortunately, Ron followed Harry, except for a little delay because of the disobedient stairs, the journey was smooth.

They were the first to arrive at the Transfiguration classroom.

"Harry, your ability to know the way is really great." Ron envied this ability very much. Hogwarts was very interesting at first, but when the novelty wore off, it became a headache. I'm alone, and I'm afraid I'm still on the road now."

Harry didn't speak, just stared at the cat on the podium.

"Why is there a cat here?" Ron followed his gaze, muttering and wondering, "Professor McGonagall's pet?"

"Wait, Harry!" His tone suddenly surprised.

"Look at the pattern on its face, does it look like Professor McGonagall's glasses..."

Harry walked over with one step, grabbed the cat by the nape of the neck, turned its ears, and looked at it: "No, this cat is Professor McGonagall."

I am amazed in my heart, this hair, this structure...

This cat is Professor McGonagall?

This sentence stunned Ron, recalling that his parents had mentioned that Professor McGonagall was a master of transformation and one of the seven Animagus registered by the Ministry of Magic.

A tabby cat.

Oh no!

Ron's face turned pale, his eyes widened, he exclaimed, and grabbed Harry's hand.

"Harry, stop, what are you doing!"

He couldn't stop Harry, and the young witcher still insisted on checking the tabby cat's paws, bones, and tail...

But his exclamation finally made the tabby cat in Harry's hand react, struggled to the ground, and turned into an old woman in a green dress, their dean of Gryffindor, professor of transfiguration——McGonagall .

"Mr. Potter, you recognized me a long time ago?" McGonagall narrowed her eyes and said in a serious tone.

Harry nodded, "Yes."

"Then you..." Mag's tone became more serious.

Harry looked sincere: "I'm just curious. The professor's Animagus doesn't have any magical aura. If it wasn't for the professor's smell, I would even mistake it for an ordinary cat."

"I checked it just now, and it is no different from a normal cat. The spine, muscles, and claws can all pop out."

If you haven't contacted Mag beforehand.

No one would guard against such a cute kitten.

Mag's tone did not change: "Animagus is a transfiguration technique that allows people to truly transform into a certain animal. In fact, it is very dangerous. Some immature users may even become confused and think that they are real. became an animal."

"If you are very interested in it, maybe you can try to get in touch with this magic spell when you are in the fifth or sixth grade, or maybe earlier."

Harry nodded: "Thank you for your advice, Professor McGonagall."

"There is one more question." Mag's face did not ease in any way, and even became more serious, "Does my body smell very heavy?"

Harry shook his head: "No, you don't have any smell on you, it's just that my senses are sharper and I can detect smells that ordinary people can't detect."

Mag's face was relieved a little, and he looked at Ron.

Ron was dumbfounded, and when he was caught by the gaze, he hurriedly nodded.

"Really? That's good." McGonagall sighed, "Mr. Potter, I forgive you this time, but next time, remember that even if you are curious, you can't touch the professor."

"Yes, Professor." Harry said obediently.

"Fifty points from Gryffindor!" the Hat interrupted suddenly, shouting.

Ron turned pale with fright, and looked at the sorting hat in horror.

Professor McGonagall gradually became murderous.

"Hey, Minerva, don't be angry, I was just joking." The Sorting Hat shook and explained, "I'm just a hat, and I don't have the authority to deduct points."

Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

It freaked him out, and he really thought Harry was going to be Gryffindor's sinner.

"You Gryffindors are always like this." The Sorting Hat muttered, "Either you are too humorous, or you don't understand humor at all."

"Why not have just the right amount of humor, like Albus?"

Harry and Ron looked for places to sit down.

Professor McGonagall did not turn into a tabby cat anymore, and stood solemnly by the desk. While the two little wizards were not paying attention, he secretly threw several rounds of "cleaning up" to himself.

Other students arrived one after another, and Transfiguration was also a very interesting course.

It's just more difficult.

After teaching the magic theory, Professor McGonagall gave each of them a match and asked them to try to turn the match into a needle.

until the course is over.

Only Harry and Hermione changed the match. Harry completely turned the match into a needle, but Hermione fell short and only changed a needle with a stick of a match at the end.

This brought a smile to Professor McGonagall's face, and confidently and naturally, he added five points to Gryffindor - three points for Harry and two points for Hermione.

Wednesday's Defense Against the Dark Arts had disappointed Harry.

Professor Quirrell lost the strange feeling that made his scar ache, but... the whole person is very unlevel, stuttering and long-winded, and the description of black magic is far less useful than reading directly.

A mere ghoul, who couldn't draw a standard structure diagram, and couldn't explain its shortcomings, stuttered and talked about some coping methods, which made Harry frown.

Light a fire, make a noise, or throw a piece of rotting meat.

Not even an effective spell or targeted potion was mentioned.

Is this exorcising dark magic creatures?

Are you teaching how to keep pets?

Ron agrees with Professor Quirrell's words very much - there is a ghoul in his family, and his mother used this method when dealing with it, and their family did almost raise the ghoul as a pet.

Thursday is still Transfiguration and Charms.

Harry finally satisfied Flitwick, and pressed him many questions after class, even almost delaying the next year's class.

Gryffindor Year One Schedule:

Monday: History of Magic in the morning, Herbalism in the afternoon

Tuesday: Herbalism in the morning, Charms and Transfiguration in the afternoon

Wednesday: Defense Against the Dark Arts in the morning, Herbalism in the afternoon

Thursday: Transfiguration in the morning, Charms in the afternoon (after the flying class, after Charms)

Friday: two Potions classes in the morning and no class in the afternoon

QAQ, backend collections are on the rise, but everyone can take a chance and invest more, come on, invest more, it’s so quiet that it makes me feel a little better.