Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

"You'd better put down his things." Malfoy parroted and mocked, "Potter, what do you think of me as your little follower?"

"Savior, you can command Gryffindor."

"But I'm a Slytherin."

Harry didn't speak, just stared at him with indifferent eyes.

"Let's compete, Potter." Malfoy held up his broomstick, "If, I'm just saying, if you can beat me, I'll give you something."

"Do you have the guts?"

"Huh? The great savior—"

Harry shook his head: "Don't make me say it a third time, Malfoy, give it back."

"Why, don't you dare?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows, took Harry's attitude as subdued, and became smug, "So there are times when the savior didn't dare?"

"Let me think about it, where should I hide this thing?"

"Find a random tree, throw it into the bird's nest, and then enjoy how Longbottom is crying, hugging the tree trunk and dripping disgusting tears and snot—"

"Malfoy!" Harry said emphatically, taking a step forward.

Malfoy subconsciously took half a step back, still remembering what happened on the train.

But he glanced back, not only Goyle and Crabbe, but also other Slytherin students today, even if they fought, would he be able to beat his own group?

There were so many people, it made him emboldened and arrogant, and he took half a step back: "Why, do you want to do it?"

"Gryffindor brains are nothing but savage, rude muscles?"

"We are wizards, noble wizards, Potter."

Harry shook his head and sighed, "Malfoy, remember what you said on the train?"

Malfoy was taken aback.

Harry continued: "You told me not to get along with a dubious person like Ron."

Ron next to him was also taken aback. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, as if he would fight Malfoy to the death as long as Harry gave an order.

The sudden words made him suddenly discouraged, and he looked at Harry in surprise.

etc…

What are you doing!

I am your teammate.

How can you seriously injure your teammates first when you want to fight...

Malfoy sneered, ready to add a few words of abuse.

But he couldn't talk faster than Harry: "So it's not that you're a nonsense, but you just use bullying others for fun, so as to set off your first-class and noble?"

"In this way, who is right and wrong?"

Malfoy's face changed suddenly, and he stared at Harry fiercely.

Harry took a step forward.

"I don't intend to get involved in your playful, harmless play." Harry waved his hand and continued, "Childish, stupid, boring, only dare, and can only pick on the timid, weak people start."

In the world of the witcher, he is very young, only in his forties-this is just a child in the long and long years of the witcher.

But he has seen or heard of the court struggles in those human countries.

He is qualified to say this little thing about Malfoy, but it cannot be put on the table.

Every word, every sentence, every sentence was cut, causing Malfoy's heart to ache, and his face became more and more livid.

"But Gryffindor calls me the Lion King—although it's mostly a joke." Harry's tone became softer, but the look of the cat pupils in his eyes became more and more serious, "You should know that the leader of the lion pride encountered such a situation. What kind of thing will do."

"Malfoy, you should never have provoked me and Gryffindor again and again."

Malfoy opened his mouth.

He took another step slower.

"Axi!"

Harry raised his hand, and a white light gushed from his fingertips and fell on Malfoy's head.

Young Master Platinum's eyes suddenly became clouded, and he stood there blankly, blind and foolish.

"Throw something over here." Harry hooked his hands.

Malfoy was obedient and obediently threw the memory ball, and it landed gently in Harry's hands.

Pansy watched in horror, her voice was sharp and harsh: "Potter, what did you do to Malfoy, how dare you use the Imperius Curse on him!"

"How dare you use the Unforgivable Curse."

Hermione also exclaimed: "Harry, how can you cast spells on your classmates?"

"It will be deducted points."

The other lion cubs who were about to applaud looked at Hermione in amazement—how could a person say such things.

Harry raised his eyebrows: "This is not an Imperius Curse, it's a little trick..."

Pansy didn't intend to listen to his explanation, and continued to scream, pulling out his wand: "Quick, knock down Potter and save Malfoy!"

There was a flash of red light, and Harry didn't even try to dodge it—the spell was well-aimed, hitting a broom on the ground.

Ron raised his arms, but the anger in his heart had piled up early in the morning: "Beat them, teach this group of Slytherins a lesson!"

The little wizards took out their wands and cast spells at each other that they hadn't learned much.

Only Hermione was screaming, "Stop the fight!"

"Stop!"

"This is against school rules!"

But it was no use, no one listened to her.

As the induced "culprit", Harry attracted the most firepower and contributed the greatest output. No Slytherin could remain standing after being punched by Harry.

For a moment, the place was in a mess.

Malfoy was about to wake up, and he looked at the ground in horror—little snakes lying all over the place: "Potter, what did you do?"

Ron sneaked up and kicked Malfoy's ass fiercely: "Lie down too!"

Hermione frowned: "Harry, no, if you are like this, Professor McGonagall will be very angry if he finds out."

Ron pouted, and while pressing Malfoy, he yelled, "Hermione, now is not the time to discuss whether to violate the school rules."

"Exactly!" Simo's face glowed red, "This is to defend the honor of the academy!"

The other little lions also stood by Ron's side—they were still basking in the joy of winning the first group fight in their lives.

The Slytherins were a lot more honest. They huddled in a corner of the venue, especially Malfoy, who covered his left eye socket and looked at the Gryffindors with stern eyes.

Professor Hooch will be back soon.

She was keenly aware of the strange atmosphere, and the two or three broken brooms on the ground could best explain the situation.

"Can anyone tell me what happened after I left?" Professor Huo Qi glanced coldly.

Hermione hesitated.

Malfoy raised his hand like an old turtle, "Professor, after you left, Gryffindor was instigated by Potter and beat us up."

"And Potter cast the Imperius Curse on me!"

Professor Huo Qi's face changed suddenly.

Whether to fight or not to fight, you have to put it aside first.

Imperius Curse...

But it's amazing.

"Mr. Potter?" Professor Hooch said with a serious face.

Harry was very frank: "Mr. Malfoy exaggerated, basically I did it, and others didn't get involved much."

Except for Harry's fist.

The biggest output should be the kick that Ron kicked Malfoy's ass - even the output of the broom was greater than Ron's, and Malfoy's eye socket was injured by hitting the broom handle.

"No, no, I didn't ask about the fight." Professor Huo Qi shook his head, "The Imperius Curse, he said you used the Imperius Curse."

"Professor, can first-year wizards distinguish between the Lost Mind Curse and the Imperius Curse?" Harry asked back.

Malfoy added insult to injury: "But I didn't know anything at the time, so I just listen to you—"

Harry raised his hand: "So, Mr. Malfoy, do you want to do it again and show Professor Hooch?"

Malfoy turned pale and trembled.

Professor Hooch's face softened a little, she was more inclined to Harry's statement.

As one of the Unforgivable Curses, it is very difficult for a young wizard who is only in the first grade to come into contact with it.

Not to mention how to successfully display it.

Most importantly...

Harry is the savior - this halo naturally keeps Harry away from black magic.

"Okay, Mr. Potter, I believe you, but this matter is very serious. If the professor is not around, you will fight and make trouble. I have to... deduct 20 points from Gryffindor!" Professor Hooch pressed Harry's hand , with a serious tone.

Hermione's heart ached, and her face twisted—twenty points, a score that would have taken her and Harry to work hard in class for a week or even longer, not counting Snape's faults.

"Professor, maybe you should listen to my testimony?" Harry said without changing his expression.

Professor Hooch nodded.

"The cause of this matter is that Mr. Malfoy picked up Neville's dropped items and refused to return them." Harry spread his hands, "I don't mean to excuse myself, but we are not unilaterally guilty."

"Really?" Professor Hooch looked at Malfoy.

Malfoy argued to exonerate himself: "No, I was just joking - who knew that Potter was so incapable of joking, he cast a spell on me without saying a word."

"A joke that cannot be accepted by others is not a joke, Mr. Malfoy." Harry interrupted him with a dark tone.

Professor Hooch waved his hand: "Then... Slytherin will deduct ten points."

"This is your punishment, Mr. Malfoy."

Malfoy clenched his fists.

"No more trouble! Give me peace of mind." Professor Hooch narrowed his eyes and reprimanded the remaining little wizards, "Now, I'm going to take Mr. Potter to Professor McGonagall."

"No!" Hermione's face turned pale, "Professor, Harry already knew he was wrong."

"Yes, you have already deducted points." Ron's expression also changed.

Professor Hooch shook his head: "It's about the curse—you have to let your dean know. Although I am willing to believe Mr. Potter, the Unforgivable Curse is never a trivial matter."

Harry nodded to them and smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

Professor Hooch sighed and shook his head, and led Harry to Professor McGonagall's office—even though she was the most leisurely professor in Hogwarts, she only had less than ten classes a year.

But she is definitely the most tired group of people.

During the flight class, anything could happen, and now there were even cases of group fights. If one day during the class, a group of dementors suddenly appeared, she would no longer be surprised.

in the office.

After listening to Professor Hooch's testimony, Professor McGonagall put on an extremely serious face: "Mr. Potter, I always thought you would be the student who would make me worry the most!"

"In the end, you made such a fuss!"

Her heart was hurting, she should have thought a long time ago, how could the Potter family live in peace!

"Twenty points from Gryffindor!"

Professor Huo Qi reminded: "Minerva, I have already deducted it."

"Then another twenty points will be deducted." Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, "Not long after school started, I brought Gryffindor and Slytherin into a group fight."

"No little wizard has ever done such a thing!"

Harry didn't defend himself.

"Forget it, let's talk about the spell now." Professor McGonagall took a breath, and his tone softened, "Take out your wand, Mr. Potter."

Harry obediently and obediently took out his wand from the sorting hat.

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