Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

He looked at Harry with questioning eyes.

Harry nodded: "It's Quirrell, and Voldemort."

Hagrid shuddered, his eyes terrified.

"Are you sure?" Dumbledore put the cup down.

Harry raised his hand and touched the scar on his forehead: "When he cast the death curse on me, it hurt here."

"I also heard and even saw a lot of things."

Surprise flashed across Dumbledore's eyes.

"My parents' voices, another Killing Curse, a red-haired back, that must be what happened that night," Harry continued. "Perhaps you should know something?"

Dumbledore comforted: "Maybe it's just too similar, reminding you of something..."

"Dumbledore!" Harry interrupted him, emphatically, "You've talked to me twice, and you still think I'm a fool?"

"Maybe you should go to the Gryffindor common room and tell the little wizards your fairy-tale adventures and put them to sleep. You're really good at lying to children."

"I don't want to listen to nonsense, I need a reason."

"It's clearly not normal."

Harry has experienced revolving doors—that was his seventh commission, killing a crab spider for a Zhuangzi. When asking for payment, the Zhuangzi turned his back on him, and more than 20 people surrounded him. In a panic, he Got stabbed by a pitchfork.

He finally understood why Geralt always said "the pitchfork is the most powerful weapon".

Fortunately he escaped quickly.

That experience, in addition to giving him a little brain, also made him understand one thing, the revolving lantern before death is not so directional.

Dumbledore said nothing.

"Don't say it's because of the curse, I don't think Voldemort will love me." Harry sneered.

Dumbledore shook his head: "Harry, I have a guess, but it's just a guess. Give me time and make sure, okay?"

Harry didn't press any more, and changed the subject: "What's the use of unicorn blood?"

"That thing...it's not like what a unicorn should be. It's evil, ominous, and creepy."

Dumbledore explained: "The blood of a unicorn usually has the effect of extending life, but... it has to be donated voluntarily."

"If it is passively donated, its blood will contain a curse, and the person who drinks the blood will live in a half-dead state."

"Voldemort is already half dead." Harry laughed.

Dumbledore pushed the glasses: "In addition, it has a little-known effect-it can create a body."

Harry froze.

"Of course, a temporary body cursed by black magic." Dumbledore added.

"The stronger the curse, the stronger the body?" Harry asked back.

Dumbledore nodded: "For dark wizards, this is the case."

Harry understood why Quirrell used that method, he was torturing, trying to take away the blood with the most hatred and the deepest curse.

"It seems that Voldemort is weaker than I thought." Harry shook his head and smiled, "Principal Dumbledore, I think now is the best time for you to make a move."

Dumbledore's eyes were deep: "Why?"

"He's weak, isn't he?" Harry stared at him closely. "And you're worried, Professor Quirrell, that perhaps Voldemort's grip on him isn't that deep."

"During the battle just now, Voldemort had no choice but to babble..."

Dumbledore said: "Don't forget our agreement."

"I've fought him before." Harry replied simply, "I didn't feel any magical effect to protect me."

"That's not enough, Harry, he didn't do it himself." Dumbledore shook his head and refused, "You have to face him again."

Harry sneered: "Do you want me to stand still and hit him with Avada Kedavra?"

"It's not like that." Dumbledore said softly, "But you really need to face him again, one last time."

Harry's tone was indifferent: "With you here, that guy has no guts to steal the Philosopher's Stone. Just now in the Forbidden Forest, when I sent out a signal, he was afraid that you would come after me."

Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully: "If I want to leave Hogwarts, I will ask Hedwig to send you a letter."

Harry's eyes sharpened.

This means...

Do you have to face that thing by yourself?

"I am not only the headmaster of Hogwarts, but also the chief wizard of the Wizengamot and the chairman of the International Federation of Wizards. I need to deal with many things." Dumbledore explained, "Sometimes I have to leave. other things."

"Including staying up at night and secretly drinking syrup alone?" Harry asked sharply.

Dumbledore smiled slightly: "This is dessert before going to bed."

Harry stood up: "Then I'll go back first."

"Wait, shouldn't you explain to me why you appeared in the Forbidden Forest at night?" Dumbledore called to stop him, "When school started, I said that it is forbidden to go to the Forbidden Forest."

Without looking back, Harry waved his hand: "I'll go to Professor McGonagall to receive confinement tomorrow, and you can deduct points as you like."

Wait for the next day.

Harry took the initiative to find Professor McGonagall for confinement.

This made Professor McGonagall stunned, but she welcomed Harry's doing so - no professor would refuse to teach a good little wizard a lesson. But after knowing that Harry had been in the Forbidden Forest at night, she couldn't be happier, and arranged for Harry for two months, almost before the final exam.

Professor McGonagall has a headache.

She now appreciates the Weasley brothers more and more. Although they are noisy, they can make noise anyway.

Unlike Harry, who kept silent and didn't know how many big and unknown events he made in private.

If Harry hadn't thrown himself into the trap, she wouldn't have noticed it!

Harry's time immediately became tight, and Professor McGonagall took out the content of the second half of the second year to tie him up, and he didn't show mercy in homework after class. Harry had to write as much as other little wizards wanted to write.

The little lions looked at Professor McGonagall with tender eyes.

Who said our dean is rigid and serious? Don't they understand them very well, knowing that people in one school year can't copy all Hermione's papers, so they immediately stuffed them with a Harry.

Then, the matter was exposed in the second class.

Harry's paper used the second-year Transfiguration point of view, and Ron couldn't tell when he copied it-he was not like Hermione, who really used Harry's paper as a reference, so he was confused... Edited He thinks the appropriate words go in.

Made a mistake of something like this - Harry wrote "Ming made a nice fly for two and a half weeks" and Ron changed it to "Mary made a nice fly for 17 and a half days."

This taught the Gryffindor cubs a lesson.

In Transfiguration, those who understand something, copy Harry's homework, and those who don't understand much, copy Hermione's homework.

Busy to this extent, Harry still insisted on going to the Forbidden Forest at least one day a week to look for bicorns, until the final exam came. The closest he was to a bicorn was to find its feces—but Let dry, at least a month.

He delineated the bicorn's range of activities on the map.

Guess right.

This kind of creature does have some thoughts about unicorns. Its traces of activity are very close to the territory of the unicorn herd, but sometimes it will run a long way to the other end to hunt for food.

Many times, Harry felt that he was very close to the bicorn, but he still found nothing all night.

He is not anxious.

Hunting is like this, you have to be patient to catch your prey.

The final exam made a lot of little wizards feel overwhelmed - Gryffindor was actually the best-performing house. Although they were a mess in the written exam, they were praised by the professors for their actual practice.

Beside the Black Lake, Hermione grabbed Harry and tirelessly pointed at the answer over and over again.

"Hermione, the exam is over." Ron covered his face in pain, "Leave me and Harry alone, let us stop thinking about these things."

Hermione pinched her waist: "No, this is very important."

As she was speaking, Hedwig flew from the air, landed on Harry's shoulder, stretched out his leg, and there was a note tied to it.

Harry untied it, opened it, and saw that it was written in flamboyant characters: "Harry, I have to go to London today for business, and I won't be back until evening."

"London?" Hermione was taken aback, "Whose letter is it from?"

Harry crumpled it up, stuffed it into his pocket, and stood up: "Dumbledore."

Hermione stood up, "Why did he tell you this?"

"I have an agreement with him." Harry explained as he walked towards the castle, "Because of Dumbledore's presence, Quirrell has never dared to steal the Philosopher's Stone."

"After he's gone, Quirrell will definitely try to steal it, and I'm going to stop him."

Hermione and Ron paused in their footsteps, only to react after being thrown away by two positions by Harry, and trotted to catch up with his footsteps.

"Is he crazy?" Hermione exclaimed, in disbelief, "You're just a first-year wizard!"

Ron muttered: "Harry has already graduated, and there is a high probability that he is the first in the school."

"Even if it's a second year, you shouldn't stop it." Hermione waved her hand, her tone anxious, "Ron, shut up, I know Harry's situation better than you."

Ron, who had just opened his mouth halfway, closed it obediently and perfectly.

Harry shook his head: "I also think it's a bit outrageous, but this is Dumbledore's proposal, he made me believe him, the greatest white wizard, should there be some credibility?"

"Can I come with you?" Ron pulled out his wand.

Hermione didn't speak, but looked at Harry expectantly.

"No." Harry firmly refused.

Ron was disappointed: "Why, I am also a first-year little wizard."

"Quirrell is possessed by Voldemort." Entering the castle, Harry lowered his voice, "You guys were too dangerous in the past."

Voldemort...

This title made Ron shiver.

Hermione also staggered and almost fell.

"He's crazy, he's really crazy." Hermione shook her head like a rattle, "Let you deal with the Dark Lord, what does he think?"

"I'll explain it to you when I come back." In the hall on the first floor, Harry stopped, and pushed Hermione toward the dungeon, "Hermione, go find Professor Snape."

"Ron, you go to Professor McGonagall."

He took out the invisibility cloak from the sorting hat, put it on, and walked to the corridor on the fourth floor—the door that was listed as a prohibited item was opened.

Someone rushed in impatiently.

There is another chapter in the evening, around eight o'clock.

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