Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Every Slytherin has seen it.

But every Slytherin could not be recognized.

"There is no Slytherin's name in the Animagus registration booklet." Ron flipped through the book in his hand, not only did he not find the words "Salazar Slytherin", nor did he find "Godric Gryffindor".

"The Ministry of Magic was established in the 17th century." Hermione corrected his mistake, "The Big Four were born more than a thousand years ago."

Ron blushed, nodded heavily, and closed the book.

the following days.

Harry failed to enter the Slytherin common room again, and the Snake Court was a little frightened, strictly examining every little wizard who went to the underground area, even Hufflepuff and the others.

After all, the non-stop whirlwind curse greatly affects the normal life of every little wizard.

Just a few days.

The little badgers clashed with the little snakes several times. Unexpectedly, Slytherin didn't have much advantage, and the more they fought, the weaker their momentum became.

Finally agree on boundaries.

With the kitchen as the boundary, Slytherin can interrogate little wizards beyond the kitchen area.

Hufflepuff said, I understand your concerns, but it should not affect the kitchen, this is the bottom line!

Harry wasn't completely out of chance either.

He set his sights on a Slytherin girl named "Tracey Davis" - a half-breed wizard in the same grade as himself, who grew up in ordinary society and was despised by Slytherin bottom end.

Being squeezed out and bullied.

No friends—one or two, if Hufflepuffs were counting.

She was so withdrawn that she even went to the bathroom by herself, and Hermione would drag Lavender and the others along. Girls always had a strange habit of going to the bathroom together.

Harry followed her, and followed her into the bathroom.

After she finished solving her personal problems, she came out of the cubicle.

"Axi!"

Printed out.

Get the answer to his most concerned question, the new password - "fang".

A stun spell knocked her unconscious, and a hair was removed, dropped into a fresh bottle of Polyjuice Potion, and gulped down.

Not the same taste as Graham.

Spicy, astringent, like the taste of gunpowder choking into the throat.

Harry soon turned into a little girl, and with a flick of his wand, he changed his robes, took off her glasses, put them on his face, and walked towards Slytherin.

No one cared about this half-breed snake who barely existed.

Read the command and enter the common room.

As soon as he stepped forward, a whirlwind blew the robe from bottom to top—Harry quickly covered it with his hand.

There was no booing around, and everyone was doing their own things in silence.

It's not like bullying.

Are you guarding against the invisibility cloak...

Fortunately, I didn't act recklessly and used the invisibility cloak to explore the way.

Holding the book in his arms, he walked to the corner, concealed his presence as much as possible, and looked at the underground common room like an aquarium.

There are many paintings of snakes, four or five.

Which one is it?

Is it possible that I want to steal them all?

Pretending to do homework for a while, Harry got up secretly and walked to the first painting.

In the portrait, seven or eight snakes are writhing, with fierce eyes, staring at a lion that is hunting and showing off its might, and uttering the slightest sound from their mouths—in Harry's ears, it is a complete sentence.

"Mrs. Morris is real."

He was stunned for a while before he realized that this might be the artist's idea. He injected his own thinking into it, probably because he didn't understand the snake language, so he did whatever he wanted.

very good…

At least there is a way to tell.

Harry walked to the next snake portrait. It was a giant python with black and shiny scales, full of majesty, but from time to time he spit out a sentence: "I was deceived, and I said it was a Veela, but I found a snake." Goblin, this is worse than a troll!"

The lives of painters are really interesting.

until the fourth painting.

The drawing paper is occupied by the sparkling lake water, the outline of Hogwarts Castle is vaguely in the distance, and a slender green snake is slowly crawling away towards the distance by the lake.

The moment he saw it—his intuition told him that this might be the portrait of "Slytherin".

According to the old rumor, in his later years, Slytherin disagreed with the other three giants and left the castle alone.

Harry moved closer.

In the portrait, the green snake reads: "I am the great Salazar Slytherin. The snake whisperer can inherit my legacy in Hogwarts. Go and find it in the castle."

"Shout 'open' to the immovable snake, and you can enter my secret room."

A snake calling itself "Slytherin"?

Sure enough, it seemed that this was the painting I was looking for.

Just in case, he checked all the remaining pictures.

"One hundred thousand Galleons, one hundred thousand Galleons!"

"I'm the greatest painter among wizards. That boy Monet said I can't do it. Heh, I'll see how he paints after losing his eyes."

None of them are serious snakes.

get the final result.

Harry returned to the table, started to write his homework seriously, and took a sip of Polyjuice Potion from time to time - during his extra confinement, Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall had assigned a lot of papers, and he couldn't afford to be perfunctory.

Until the curfew starts.

The number of people in the Slytherin common room gradually decreased, but there were still three people squatting by the fireplace, apparently to keep vigil in case that blind thief broke in in the middle of the night.

Harry continued to wait.

Three o'clock in the morning.

The three of them felt sleepy, spread out on the chairs, and kept dozing off.

Harry got up, took off the painting, tucked it into his robes, put on the Invisibility Cloak, tiptoed carefully to the door, opened the crack, and slipped out.

On the way, he woke up the little witch who was stuck in the bathroom by himself.

In the Gryffindor common room.

Hermione and Ron are also waiting - strictly speaking, it can only be said that Hermione is waiting alone, Ron has fallen asleep, and he is chanting words, but it is no longer the law of transformation, but something related to spells .

The portrait is pushed.

Hermione couldn't see anyone, she tentatively whispered: "Harry?"

After a while, a response came from beside her: "It's me."

It was a girl's slightly immature voice.

"You..." Hermione looked in the direction of the voice and hesitated.

"The effects of Polyjuice Potion are not over yet," Harry replied, without taking off the cloak.

"You turned into a girl?" Hermione was startled.

"Well, this identity is easier to get started."

"Have you found the portrait?" Hermione asked.

Harry nodded: "Well, it's a bit too simple for Parseltongue."

It's more troublesome without Parseltongue, but it can't be said that there is no clue at all...

But this kind of talent that does not belong to him does bring him a lot of convenience.

He took out the portrait and spread it out on the table.

A beautiful landscape painting.

"Where is Slytherin?" Hermione was a little confused.

"In the lower right corner, there's a very small one." Harry reminded.

A little cyan snake that was far away from Hogwarts, stuck out its tongue.

"This is Slytherin?" Hermione was surprised. "One of the greatest wizards, his own symbol in the painting is such a small strip?"

"I'll get my hat, wait for me." Harry stepped away.

After a while, he came back with his hat.

"I got the drawing." Harry poked the Sorting Hat.

"At this point, you should let me sleep." The Sorting Hat muttered, very dissatisfied.

"Then you have to have a brain first, which can help you sleep and rest." Harry tapped, "What is the second trial?"

"What's the matter with your voice?" The Sorting Hat poked the tip of the hat, poking around curiously, trying to find the invisible Harry.

Harry reached out his hand and clapped impatiently: "It's not important."

"Well, if you're willing to tear off your invisibility cloak, I'll tell you what the second trial is." The Sorting Hat tried to bargain.

Harry patted the table lightly: "Listen, I've dealt with the bathroom a lot during this time, and I don't mind taking you to do it again."

"There's no Ron to bathe you this time."

Ron muttered: "Hey, I don't want to take a bath, give me lamb chops."

"Did you hear that?" Harry continued.

"Really." The Sorting Hat sighed, "Turn the painting over."

Hermione reached out her hand, and there was a clatter.

But the back is empty, nothing.

Harry took out his wand and tapped lightly: "Reveal and reveal."

Ink slowly emerged from the blank space, and branches spread out, quickly forming a complex map.

"This is..." Hermione hesitated, it didn't look like a castle.

"It's the Forbidden Forest." Harry recognized it at a glance, although in some places, things have changed and people have changed. "A map of the Forbidden Forest from a thousand years ago."

"Second trial, did you see the marked location in the Forbidden Forest?" the Sorting Hat sang, "Go through the Forbidden Forest and get that thing back."

On the map, the location of the treasure chest was drawn, farther than the area Harry was currently exploring.

To cross the territory of the giant eight-eyed spider, it will take nearly double the distance.

"As expected of Gryffindor." Harry raised his eyebrows, nodded, and took off the invisibility cloak—after the effect of the medicine, he could show himself with confidence.

The anticipation in Hermione's eyes turned to disappointment in an instant.

She thought she could see a female version of Harry - even in someone else's face.

Harry didn't ask about the Chamber of Secrets.

That is the treasure of Slytherin, although he is also somewhat interested, but... what if there is magic in the inheritance, such as detecting "whether he is a Slytherin", like the sorting hat.

Let's wait until we get Gryffindor's inheritance before thinking about it.

He moved Ron back to the bedroom.

The next day, he wanted to sleep in bed for a long time, and the things that were on his mind were finally resolved after several troubles, which made him want to relax.

But often at this time, there will always be interruptions.

Professor McGonagall wakes up every lion cub.

"Last night, the Slytherin common room was burglarized and a painting was lost." She cast a spell on herself so that everyone in the lounge could clearly hear her serious voice, "Yes Who among you did it?"

"I'd love to!" cried Fred, "but Professor you know me, I'm not up to it."

"And if we can do it, Slytherin won't be as simple as just throwing a painting." George echoed.

Professor McGonagall glared at them: "This is no joke, Mr. Weasley."

As she said that, she paused: "I hope it wasn't one of you who did it, and be careful with Professor Snape recently, he is very angry."

"Thank you for the reminder!" Fred applauded.

Professor McGonagall glared at them again: "One point deducted from Gryffindor! Mr. Weasley, don't bring the habit of flattering Lockhart to me."

and…

Just keep the truth in your heart, why tell it?

Thanks to the book friend tail number 0493 for the reward!

There is probably nothing today, and tomorrow will continue with three updates, which is also the last chapter with additional updates.

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