Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Chapter 13 Malfoy: I'm so excited

Ron and Hermione didn't know how to persuade Harry.

Blind, disfigured, gender-changing...

Definitely not a good thing.

Hagrid also hesitated to speak, obviously he also felt that Snape might really be able to do such a thing.

"Hagrid, may I take the liberty to make a request?" Harry didn't take it seriously, he finally looked at all the things in the room that exuded magical power, with a slight joy on his face, rubbed his hands, and sat down.

Hagrid nodded readily: "Of course, as long as you don't continue to ask about your parents, anything is fine."

"I want to borrow some of your ingredients to brew a... um... a potion." Harry waved his hand and briefly described, "It's not harmful."

"I will reward you accordingly."

Hagrid even waved his hands: "No, I picked up those things in the Forbidden Forest, you can use them as you like."

Ron was a little envious: "These are all picked up in the Forbidden Forest? Great, I mean, if possible, I would be a key keeper in the future."

Harry meant it, not at all.

He stood up immediately and put away the blows in the room.

Grease...that's the most important thing.

He went to the kitchen, picked and picked, and brought out two big jars—dog fat and bear fat.

"Harry, that's what I cook with." Hagrid's eyes were like light bulbs.

Harry put it down gently: "Don't worry, I won't use it too much."

"Okay, what kind of potion do you want to boil?" Hagrid was puzzled. He was also in the third year at Hogwarts, but he had never heard of a potion that needed oil, "Professor Snape They never asked me for these things."

"A special potion." Harry explained while setting up the cauldron. "Applied on the sword, it can increase the power of the sword."

The Sorting Hat trembled and yelled, "Little brat, what weird things are you going to paint on Gryffindor's sword?"

"It's not something weird, it's sword oil," Harry retorted.

The Sorting Hat was taken aback, and muttered, "Sword Oil?"

"I know that thing. Before Gryffindor had this sword, the swords he used often needed to be maintained with sword oil."

"Well, you really love that sword."

"But it is a magic item forged by goblins. It does not require maintenance. It can resist time. It is in its sharpest state every minute and every second."

"I know, but sword oil is not only for maintenance." Harry shook his head.

The Sorting Hat reluctantly agreed: "Okay, you can do this, but you have to promise me."

"After you grease the Gryffindor sword, you have to clean it before inserting it back in. Don't dirty me."

Harry was startled, and looked at the hat: "You are much dirtier than sword oil."

"No, I'm not dirty!" The Sorting Hat spoke confidently and loudly, "It's the marks left on me by the years. I'm a clean but old hat."

Harry sighed, perfunctory: "Yes, yes."

The biggest difference between the herbal medicines of the two worlds is the magical herbs—and most of the herbal medicines that do not have a magical aura, there is not much difference.

And the most basic sword oil does not use too many and too complicated materials.

Ordinary herbs and oils can be boiled out.

I will definitely go to the Forbidden Forest in the future.

There is a natural treasure house, and no witcher can resist the temptation of this kind of treasure house. In order to collect ingredients for potions and sword oil, Harry had to carefully check if there were any herbs in the surrounding area before walking a certain distance. Take a handful.

Sword Oil for Beasts: Beast Oil is essential.

To use dog oil and wolf liver...

It's a pity that there is no wolf liver in Hagrid's cabin. By the way... is dog liver useful? Harry stroked his chin, squinting at Fang, who was loosening happily beside him.

The animal's senses were extremely keen, and it immediately froze, whimpered, and hid behind Hagrid.

Hagrid rubbed Fang Ya's head, a little puzzled, what's wrong with it?

no.

This is Hagrid's pet.

Harry sighed in disappointment.

The poison of the hanged man for humans? Just in case, have some on hand.

One part dog oil, four parts flea...

Man-eating oil for cannibal humanoids. Thinking of this, Harry glanced at Hagrid—he had always suspected that Hagrid was a hybrid creature, half human, half giant, troll, troll, etc. biology.

Hagrid shivered: "Harry, what's the matter?"

"Hagrid, can you please bring me some wolf livers from the Forbidden Forest next time?" Harry casually found a reason.

"Wolf liver?" Hagrid muttered, "That's not tasty."

Harry lit the flame and began to heat the cauldron: "That's not for eating, it's for making potions."

"Then the next time I trade with the centaur tribe, I'll exchange it for you." Hagrid nodded in response.

The Forbidden Forest is not full of magical creatures. There are also some ordinary creatures at the bottom of the food chain, such as bears, wolves, hares, and forest sheep—they usually exist in the form of food.

Harry concentrated on boiling the sword oil.

Ron and Hermione were thinking of a way, how to take a bite out of the rock pie, and talked to Hagrid about life in Hogwarts, and... that nasty Malfoy.

There are also topics outside of Hogwarts.

Who had the guts to rob Gringotts, and he got away with it.

Hagrid was lucky that he also went to Gringotts that day to work for Mr. Dumbledore. Fortunately, he was one step ahead and didn't meet that vicious gangster.

Harry didn't care about that.

He's still young and not well-known now—Gringotts would never hold a handful of Galleons and ask an ordinary little wizard like him to investigate the theft.

until dinner.

Ron and Hermione finally couldn't stand it anymore, and pulled Harry, who was still full of ideas, out of Hagrid's cabin.

Today's harvest is extremely rich.

Ron harvested a handful of rock cakes, Hermione harvested a head bag, and Harry boiled seven bottles of sword oil. He made up his mind that he must come to Hagrid's cabin often, and he made up his friend.

But such opportunities are few and far between.

The first-year studies were not too heavy, but a brand-new magic system and potion system attracted Harry too much.

I also chased after several professors to ask questions on weekends - Snape was the only exception, it wasn't that Harry didn't want to ask him questions, it was that Snape didn't want to see him at all.

Each time, Harry could only take advantage of the end of Potions class to ask Snape a few questions before he became furious.

It made Ron terrified.

Gryffindor's scoring gems were also terrified.

From Monday to Thursday, the gems rose very well, and from Monday to Friday, the thunderstorms fell. At first, the little lions were not used to it, but later they were eager to drop more gems.

The great lion prince once again provoked that old Snake King of Slytherin!

The more points deducted, the more angry he was.

The mentality of Gryffindors is very good. Although we lost points, it is the dean who you suffer.

In the first few weeks.

Under the leadership of Harry, the little lions are diligent and diligent in their studies. As time goes by, their true nature is exposed.

Playing around, playing games, these are what they pursue.

There are only Harry and Hermione, who are like aliens, going to the library on time every day.

Like Ron had said on the train, he'd have to rely on Harry for his homework - and he did.

Harry didn't care.

After finishing his homework, he threw it carelessly into the common room for them to circulate.

Hermione gritted her teeth: "Harry, you can't spoil them like that anymore!"

"You have to write it yourself."

The other lion cubs buried their heads as if they couldn't hear. Ron opened and closed his mouth, muttering, not knowing what he was talking about.

But soon.

Another piece of news tempered Hermione's unhappiness.

Flying class was about to start, and after copying Harry's homework, the little wizards eagerly discussed it.

Harry was also interested.

He has a headache dealing with...flying monsters like griffins, pterodactyls, and sea monsters. Compared with the abilities of sigils and swordsmanship, his level of crossbow arrows is not very good.

He wished so badly that he could fly, even on a broomstick.

The only downside to flying lessons is that you have to be with Slytherin.

Thursday afternoon.

The much-anticipated flying lesson finally started. Before Harry could ask a few questions, he was begged by Ron and couldn't wait to come to the Quidditch pitch.

Professor Huo Qi is a very heroic woman, but she is very careful in teaching, perhaps because of many classroom accidents, or because the little lion and the little snake are in class together.

but…

Accidents are coming, and no one can stop them.

There are two big troubles in the Gryffindor classroom.

One is Seamus. The problem always lies in the Charms class and Transfiguration class. The harmless spells in other people's hands will always explode when he casts them.

The other one was Neville. The problem was always in the potions class. Fortunately, Harry always had the problem, and at most it was just a failure to cook the potion.

And now...

Neville had a problem again.

He flew into the air and fell heavily. Professor Hooch had to put the group of little wizards here, and send Neville, the patient, to the school infirmary.

"Look at that big fool!" Malfoy couldn't wait to laugh as soon as Professor Hooch left, "He's the kind of stupid, stupid troll that the headmaster said."

"Wizards still fall off their brooms."

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Parvati scolded, frowning.

Pan Xi sneered: "Oh, there are still people who will protect Longbottom. Are you looking at that stupid, chubby little Laibao?"

Malfoy's eyes suddenly lit up, and he rushed to the place where Neville fell just now, picked up something, raised it high, and yelled at Harry: "Potter, look, what is this?"

"Things for your stupid little follower."

"A memory ball."

"Oh, his brain does need something that this old man can use."

He looked defiant and raised his eyebrows.

"First of all, Neville is not my follower." Harry said blankly, "Secondly, I think...Malfoy, you'd better put down his things."

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