Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Chapter 50 You're Thinking Like a Mom (Please read on~)

Ron looked at Hermione in horror.

The other young wizards who understood and vaguely guessed what kind of virtue Lockhart was, also had complicated expressions.

Miss Granger had always been bright.

How could she...

"The other students are very sorry." Lockhart put down the test paper in his hand, "If you are as good as Miss Granger and Mr. Potter, you know all my secrets."

"Then you will definitely become as good as them."

The little wizards hesitated.

Granger and Potter are the two best young wizards in the first year. There is no doubt about it. Could it be that what Lockhart said is actually right?

The purpose of this test paper is not because he is narcissistic, but it is really a test?

"As your first lesson." Lockhart bent down and took out a cage covered with cloth from under the podium, "I will show you the most dangerous, evil, and terrifying creatures in the wizarding world. "

The little wizards held their breath.

Those sitting in the first row tried to back off, for fear of splashing blood on their faces later.

"Please keep quiet and don't provoke them." Lockhart lowered his voice and slowly lifted the cloth from the cage to reveal the creatures held inside.

A group of elves.

He was only seven or eight inches tall, his skin was ashen, his face was like a crushed melon seed, his personality was as bad as his appearance, and when he saw the light, he immediately began to chatter and shout angrily, his voice was shrill and piercing.

"Pfft." A little wizard couldn't help laughing.

Ron rubbed his face and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Damn, I really believed what he said."

Harry was expressionless.

he thinks…

Defense Against the Dark Arts does not require this kind of content to be learned.

Pixie - Some wizards call them "Cornish Pixie", in fact, this prefix, just because they are often found in Cornwall.

They are not dark magic creatures and are mostly harmless, just overly mischievous.

A shrunken, ugly version of the Weasley brothers.

"Listen, I know what you're thinking." Lockhart said with a serious expression, "But they're a '3X' level magical creature, don't take it seriously."

"They are flexible, cunning, and lively, and they will be good training objects for you."

He stretched out his hand, about to open the cage.

Harry picked up his textbook and stuffed it into the Sorting Hat.

"Wait, you can't do this!" The Sorting Hat panicked, "There are too many, we agreed, textbooks can't..."

Harry didn't listen, picked up Ron and Hermione's book, and stuffed it into the hat too.

crunch——

The cage opens.

The elf inside went crazy, came out with a whimper, bared its teeth and claws, and flew around.

They either grabbed the little wizard's textbook and threw it everywhere, or tore off Lockhart's poster on the wall, tore it up and scattered it all over the sky, and some smashed the glass and rushed out.

"Quick, subdue them, they're just elves..." Lockhart cried out with heartache.

But none of the little wizards paid any attention to him, they were all panicking to protect their textbooks, hats, robes, or themselves.

Lockhart raised his wand.

Saying an incantation I don't know what it is, nothing happens.

He was about to say a second incantation.

An elf rushed over, snatched the wand, threw it out the window, and grinned at him, making faces.

Lockhart didn't speak, but looked at Harry with fear and expectation.

Harry was about to take out his wand when Hermione pressed his hand: "Harry, let me and Ron come."

"It's not a difficult thing to deal with."

"We've got to try where we are at."

Harry nodded and continued to sit.

Hermione stood up, cast a freezing spell, freezing two elves, and another petrifying spell, immobilizing a fierce elf that was coming towards her and trying to snatch the wand.

Compared to Hermione.

The accuracy of Ron's spells was not that high. After a few spells, he failed to hit an elf, and was even almost robbed of his wand.

This made him very angry.

He simply took off the robe, cast the Transformation Curse, turned it into a fishing net, waved it with the Levitation Curse, and caught a bag in a short while.

The other little wizards also woke up and cast spells one after another.

Soon, all the elves in the room were caught.

They were roughly shoved back into their cages.

"Very good." Lockhart applauded them, "I think your studies in the last school year still had some effect, and you coped very well."

"That's why I pretended to be flustered and tested you."

"Especially Miss Granger, and..."

Ron hesitated, and announced his name: "Ron Weasley."

"And this Mr. Weasley." Lockhart went on, "I want to add ten points to each of you for your outstanding performance!"

The get out of class bell rang in due course.

Lockhart boasted a few words dryly, and sent the group of young wizards away.

Seamus walked beside Harry: "Can you believe it, I filled out a stupid questionnaire in the first class and was teased by a group of elves."

"Yeah, I'm still not used to the explosion you made." Harry nodded.

Seamo gritted his teeth: "Hey, you can't say that, my spellcasting is much more stable now, and I haven't done it a few times in Transfiguration class."

As he said that, he paused and looked at Hermione: "Granger, you are also a Lockhart fan, right?"

Hermione shook her head: "How is that possible!"

"Then you..." Seamus hesitated, and he didn't feel like it. Hermione didn't have the fanaticism of other little witches, just getting full marks...

"He's a professor." Hermione said earnestly, "Look, how many points did he give us in this class?"

She stretched out her left hand and spread all her fingers. Harry handed over an index finger and made it up for her: "Sixty points! A full sixty points!"

"I earned 60 cents last year, but it took more than a school year."

As they walked towards the Great Hall, they passed the gem counter - Gryffindor had more rubies than the other three houses combined.

"Is there any professor who is easier to add points than Lockhart?"

"As long as we treat him a little bit better and behave like a quality fan, the points will continue to flow."

Seamus was persuaded, he nodded.

This seems... makes sense?

Although Lockhart's pretentious face troubled him, but when he thought...that was a Gryffindor score gem, he immediately felt kindly.

After dinner, return to the common room.

Seamus led the other cubs to discuss how to earn points from Lockhart more efficiently—they were so unscrupulous that they didn't have to worry too much about being deducted points by other professors.

Harry didn't linger long.

He still had a period of Professor McGonagall's confinement, which dragged on until almost curfew, and Professor McGonagall finally found an excuse and drove him away.

Saturday is still a busy day.

Harry huddled in the dormitory to process the materials and waited until night before going out to find Snape.

His office had been cleaned up in advance, leaving a large space, and some rare specimens that could be seen before were gone.

"Potter." Snape stood. "Have you read the notes I gave you?"

Harry nodded, "Of course."

He'd read it carefully in Lockhart's class.

"Very good, but I don't mind reminding you again." Snape said in a low tone, "Occlumency is a magic to control one's head, thoughts and emotions."

"This may be very difficult for you Potter."

"Mrs. Potter too?" Harry asked.

Snape gritted his teeth: "You are still sharp-tongued. It seems that you underestimated today's lesson."

"Get out your wand."

Harry pulled it out, aiming at Snape.

"You can use any method you can think of to defend yourself." Snape said in a low voice, "You have to be able to resist..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Suddenly shot.

"Insomnia!"

The office was shaking in front of his eyes, the lights and shadows were faint, the castle of the Wolf Faction Demon Hunter, and a corner of Kaer Morhen appeared in his vision...

That was indeed Kaer Morhen.

House-elves at Hogwarts don't let the roads grow moss.

Axis!

Harry raised his hand, instinctively releasing the sigil.

Snape groaned in his ear.

In the field of vision, Harry came back from the office, took a deep breath, and cold sweat rolled down his brow—is this Legilimency? Not only current thoughts, but also past experiences can be peeped?

"I didn't expect you to love Hogwarts so much." Snape waved his wand, "The place you stay in is the place you stay in the most in my memory?"

"Because you don't have a home, do you regard this as your own home?"

Harry said blankly, "That's indeed my home."

"Using your wandless little trick to stop me from casting spells is indeed a very good idea." Snape sneered, "but if the Dark Lord wants to influence your mind, can you still play a little trick on yourself?"

"Next try using only your brain."

"Don't have any emotions, throw away all thoughts, and restrain yourself——Inspiriting!"

Memories flashed before my eyes.

The photos found in Potter's old house - Lily and James hugging their newborn self with bright faces; their wedding ceremony, kissing passionately in front of a lake...

Almost the entire album was almost read.

Harry shook his head to break free.

Snape clenched his wand tightly, his knuckles turned white, and his face turned black: "It seems that using your brain is a very difficult thing for you. It took you so long to do it."

"Actually, around the same time as before." Harry gasped.

Snape gritted his teeth: "Again!"

By curfew, both were panting with exhaustion.

"Very good." Snape glanced at the time, "You should be thankful that you have a good mother who has given you a fairly normal mind, and the progress is not bad. Maybe I can get rid of your stupid face sooner."

"Next Thursday, continue practicing."

Harry nodded, walked out of the office, went to the auditorium, and walked to the lawn on the first floor.

Today I tried my best to try four changes, and the guarantee is three changes

Seeking to follow up ~ Asking for a monthly ticket~