Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Fred and George looked at him seriously. "I'm sorry, sir, but I don't think we may need to..."

"These things are not something little wizards can get." The man in black robe interrupted them, "I think you must really need these things, don't you?"

"I bet I'm the only one who can get what you want in Hogsmeade."

Harry asked, "Where's the goods?"

The man in black shook his head: "Those are contraband, my dear little gentleman, I can't carry them with me, especially the fire ash snake eggs, those little guys are a big trouble."

"What's the price?" Harry asked.

The face of the man in black was hidden under the cloak, but the greed in his voice was enough to imagine his expression: "I don't know how much you can give?"

"I can pay you ten Galleons." Harry thought for a while before replying.

The man in black shook his head: "No, no, these things are very difficult to get, twenty Galleons."

"Take me to see your goods first." Harry waved his hand, "If the quality is good, I don't mind paying you so much."

The man in black said with joy in his tone, "Of course, come with me."

Harry took a step, but before he could take a step, Fred grabbed him.

"Harry, you can't go with him." He lowered his voice, "My father said that people like this are very likely to be dark wizards."

"Don't worry, he's safe." Harry patted Fred's hand.

Safety?

Brother Weasley was taken aback.

That person was covered in a black robe, and he was like a textbook-like dangerous person.

How do you come up with a safe assessment?

Fred didn't let go, and George grabbed Harry's sleeve again.

"He feels worse than a troll to me." Harry raised his hand and pulled down his sunglasses to reveal his eyes, "Trust me, nothing will happen."

"Don't worry, you can wait here."

Harry clapped their hands away, and followed the black-robed wizard to the corner of the village.

Fred and George hesitated for a moment, gritted their teeth, and followed. It was impossible for them to leave Harry alone.

The black-robed wizard walked more and more sideways, almost out of the village, and stopped around a corner.

"I just hid them here, wait for me to take them out." The man in black said softly to Harry, squatted down slowly, and groped towards the corner.

Suddenly, with a flick of the wrist, the wand slid out of its sleeve, turned its knuckles, and pointed it at Harry.

"Damned!"

Red light is emitted.

Harry had been prepared for a long time, and with a sideways dodge, the spell fell through.

The black-robed wizard froze for a moment, spat, and waved his wand again. The bricks and stones in the corner hummed and swelled, and in the blink of an eye, they gathered into a stone statue as tall as a person.

"Stop talking about business?" Harry fumbled inside his robe and drew out the Gryffindor sword. "What a pity."

The black-robed wizard was taken aback.

sword…

A wizard with a sword?

He didn't have time to think any more, and swung his wand, one at Harry and the other at the Weasley brothers.

Harry waved his hand, and the Quinn Seal was placed on him.

Roll to avoid the pounce of the stone statue.

With another wave of the wand, some broken stones turned into strange shapes. Harry couldn't carry out precise deformation of multiple objects at once. The appearance was not good, but it was very useful. They grabbed the legs of the stone statue and took root in the On the ground, it is difficult for the stone statue to move.

The black-robed wizard was obviously panicked.

He waved his wand, spell after spell.

But this kid in front of him is too flexible!

Can't hit at all.

Harry drew closer, and slashed down with his sword. The hand of the black-robed wizard holding the wand was easily severed, and fell to the ground with a snap.

Mana cut off.

The two hollow stone statues crashed to the ground, returning to the essence of gravel.

Harry didn't hold back, and swiped his sword again, cutting off his other arm.

Brother Weasley was taken aback.

They looked at Harry blankly, and then realized why they said the word "safety" just now, isn't it very safe?

In just one meeting, the wizard's most important living hands were gone.

"You're weak." Harry frowned. "If you hadn't cast a spell, I can hardly believe you would be a wizard."

The black-robed wizard trembled, curled up in the snow, his hood dropped, revealing his terrified face.

How can it be!

It seems that a little wizard who is only in the third or fourth grade is so strong.

"You devil!" The black-robed wizard said weakly, "As a wizard, you actually use a sword."

Harry squatted down slowly, lifted his robe, and took out something: "I'm Gryffindor, isn't it normal to use a sword?"

The Weasley brothers hesitated, no, this is not normal at all!

"Do you know what this is?" Harry showed it to the black-robed wizard.

The black-robed wizard didn't speak. He stared at Harry's robe in astonishment—the moment he opened it just now, he glanced in horror. What did he see?

Seven or eight bottles of medicine.

Judging by the color, it is gray and not for treatment.

What is this little wizard thinking, so cautious? Obviously only came to Hogsmeade, and still brought so many weapons...

"Oh, you don't know." Harry clicked his tongue. "It seems that you are not only bad at Transfiguration, but also bad at herbal medicine."

"Baixian, a magical plant, can stop bleeding when rubbed on your wound."

"Now I ask, you answer, you can still survive, understand?"

The black-robed wizard nodded tremblingly, his face had already turned pale from blood loss.

"Where are the ingredients for the potion I want?" Harry asked.

The black-robed wizard shook his head: "I don't have those contraband."

Harry's eyes became dangerous: "Are you kidding me?"

"No, oh... yes." The black-robed wizard struggled, "I just wanted to lure you over because I saw you were rich, and then robbed you of your money."

Harry looked back at the Weasley brothers.

George nodded: "I heard that there was such a thing. There were some crazy wizards who robbed little wizards of pocket money in Hogsmeade."

Fred shrugged and said frankly: "You know, except for us Weasley, little wizards are generally very rich."

Harry clicked his tongue, and looked at the black-robed wizard with disdain in his eyes: "Ah, you are really capable of stealing money from the child."

"I will never dare again, please, please save me." The black wizard begged, "I feel like I'm going to die."

Harry raised his hand.

"Axi!"

Printed out.

"Did you just tell the truth?" Harry asked.

The black-robed wizard nodded in a daze, "Yes, it's all the truth."

"What's your name, and which house?" Harry continued.

"Abner Smith, magic drama..." he said, the bewildered expression on his face suddenly collapsed, and he looked at Harry in horror, "Oh, no, what did you do to me?"

"The Imperius Curse?"

eleven seconds.

An adult wizard who was far inferior to Professor McGonagall, and was even seriously injured, was only affected for such a short time.

The magic is really amazing.

Harry ignored him, looking at Brother Weasley with a questioning look.

Fred reassured him: "A very unknown school that teaches magic and tricks, unlike Hogwarts - what is taught here is real witchcraft."

"It was specially set up for performances. It usually recruits young wizards who awakened their magical abilities after their eleventh birthday, or wizards who have not obtained a single certificate."

Harry nodded thoughtfully.

"Please, save me, I just want to grab money, I don't mean to hurt you." The black-robed wizard continued to beg, "I use the stun spell."

Harry picked up the white cream, and as soon as he saw the wounds on his arms, he noticed that there was still some sword oil on it, which made him stunned for a moment before continuing to apply it.

After the white cream was applied, Harry stood up neatly: "Let's go."

The black wizard begged: "Wait, you can't leave me here, no..."

Harry ignored him.

"Do you really want to leave him here? He might die." Fred couldn't bear it, and turned his head three times, which made the black-robed wizard cry even more miserably.

Harry was expressionless: "I just chopped off his hands, not his legs."

"I've been very merciful."

"You know what happens if he hits us with the Stunning Spell?"

Brother Weasley was taken aback.

"We will be thrown in this icy and snowy place." Harry continued, "With luck, someone may find us. If we are unlucky, what will happen if we sleep in this environment for one night?"

Harry will be fine.

Not so for the Weasley brothers.

Of course... the contract of the castle will not let them have an accident so simply.

The Weasley brothers immediately stopped feeling sorry for him, followed Harry, and left happily. It was not until they got into the mirror that they seemed to finally react to this incident.

"George, we just teamed up to win against an adult wizard!" Fred clenched his fists, a little excited.

George clapped hands with him: "We are great. If we study hard, we can get twelve certificates like Bill!"

"No, I don't think this is such a good idea." When talking about reading, Fred immediately calmed down.

George nodded approvingly.

Harry shook his head: "You just dealt with a stone statue, and you haven't won yet."

"We—we." Fred gestured in a circle, enveloping all three of them.

George shook his head: "That's also the deformed creation of an adult wizard, an ordinary little wizard..."

"He's weak, not even a troll." Harry continued shaking his head.

Fred made a serious face: "Oh, Harry, you may be too good to be misunderstood. The troll is not an easy guy to deal with."

"Didn't you say that students in grades six and seven can handle it?" Harry asked back.

George said: "That's an outstanding student like Percy. The average student can only get one or two 'O' or 'e' in the OWLs exam before they are eligible to continue studying the content of the sixth and seventh grades, and they cannot get a certificate. , the fifth grade is the end."

"Even if it's Hogwarts, in fact, most young wizards can only reach the level of the person you hit when they grow up."

"Of course, you are different." Fred looked at Harry's waist excitedly, and he imagined a huge, strong sword, "If Hogwarts has sword skills, then you must belong to Newts' O'."

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