Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

The bustle and bustle lasted until three o'clock in the afternoon.

They just dispersed.

The Weasleys discussed going to a snowball fight.

On the way to the courtyard, Fred sighed: "Mr. Dumbledore's singing is really terrible. It's as good as your hat, Harry."

"Hey, I'm better than Albus!" The Sorting Hat finally looked like a hat, and George put it on his head, retorting unceremoniously.

"The level is about the same."

"I think the headmaster is better because he's the headmaster and you're just a hat."

The two brothers judged each other and finally came to a conclusion.

"Little Ronnie sings the worst."

"What do you think, Ginny?"

The youngest girl forced a smile and gave a few comments.

Harry raised his hand naturally, and touched Ginny's forehead: "Did you catch a cold and feel unwell, do you want to find Madam Pomfrey?"

There is a touch of warmth from the fingertips, which is the normal touch of contact with people, without the burning sensation like blisters.

The spell of love didn't work.

Ginny's face was flushed red, and she spoke energetically: "No, I may have been having nightmares recently and didn't sleep well."

"Harry is still the best!" Fred sighed, "Ginny was cured with just one sentence."

Ginny glared at it.

"Is this the power of the spell, or something..." George drew his voice long and stuck in his mouth. He didn't say anything, but everyone knew it.

Ginny blushed with annoyance.

She was lively again, Percy and Ron prepared the logistics for her, cast spells, kept rubbing snowballs, and the little girl beat the Weasley brothers to pieces with the snowballs alone.

It wasn't until the dinner party that they returned to the lounge and changed into dry clothes again.

The boys are waiting in the lounge.

Ginny is a girl, even if she is only eleven years old, it will take longer.

"I've never seen Hermione so slow before." Ron and Fred started playing wizard chess to pass the time, and he couldn't help muttering and complaining, it's almost twenty minutes!

"That's because Hermione and I waited for you before." Harry sat aside and explained casually.

Ron let the knight go forward: "Obviously I also got up early."

"Thank goodness, I know for the first time that 7:30 is an early wake up." Harry said blankly.

Except Percy.

Several other people asked in unison: "Isn't it counted?"

Percy said with a straight face: "Of course not, that's just the normal waking time. Miss Granger gets up to read at six o'clock. As for Harry, he goes earlier. Anyway, after I get up at five thirty every day, I can only see Ha Leigh came back from exercising outside."

"You guys are not normal people." George shook his head. "They all went for twelve 'O's like Bill. We are normal people."

"Normal people wake up at 7:30 is considered early!" Fred shouted for their "late sleepers".

To the end of this game of chess.

Ginny came out of the dormitory late, and the snowball fight in the afternoon seemed to have exhausted her a lot of energy, her face became paler, without a trace of blood, and her spirit became more and more depressed.

His expression was sluggish, with a sense of alienation from the world after he slept until dark and woke up in a trance.

"Ginny?" Percy asked hesitantly, "Shall we go to Madam Pomfrey?"

Ginny shook her head reluctantly: "No, it's just that I was a little bit cold just now, so I'll be fine after a night of sleep."

"I think you should listen to your brother at this time." Fred said with a straight face.

Ginny couldn't speak to them.

Anyway, if you're going to pass by the school doctor's office, then drop by to have a look.

They walked out of the tower with laughter and laughter, and Harry stopped abruptly: "Wait!"

"What's the matter?" Percy tilted his head and saw Harry's expression, and his tone became serious.

Harry took a deep breath, took off the hat from George's head, and pulled out the Gryffindor sword: "You wait here, there seems to be something wrong ahead."

Ahead, just like the night of the Halloween dinner.

The front is empty, nothing.

The breath of their return had vanished, and there was no way the smell could have dissipated so quickly.

The Weasley brothers grew panicked.

Ginny was bewildered and somewhat puzzled.

Harry glanced at her, remembered the expression on her face, closed his eyes, and moved forward with his sword, leaning against the corner of the wall, approaching cautiously.

He penetrated the range of magic influence.

There is only a faint breath of life, other than that, there is nothing.

Harry slowly opened his eyes.

There was a mess in the hallway.

The portrait was roughly torn to pieces, and the people inside were terrified but motionless, imprisoned by the spell.

The rooster statue is also beyond recognition.

They tried to fight back against the intruder, but they all ended up as a pile of scrap metal.

In the middle of the corridor.

Lying a petrified figure, turning around and trying to pull out a wand, was the Ravenclaw senior who was still singing with them at noon.

"Harry, do you need help?" Percy leaned against the corner and raised his wand.

"There's no basilisk," Harry replied, "Come here, you guys."

Percy walked over first, and when he saw the petrified person on the ground, his expression was serious: "I'll inform the professor."

Harry shook his head: "No, that's too dangerous."

Call God to protect!

He waved the spell, and the silver-white lion sprang out, and Harry told it: "Go to Professor Dumbledore, something happened in the tower, and another student was petrified."

"The Patronus Charm." Percy looked enviously.

Harry examined the senior carefully, followed her eyes, and saw a mirror that had fallen to the floor and was broken into pieces. When he picked it up, it reflected a fragmented figure, which was blurry and could not be seen clearly in the mirror. Who is in it.

Percy also noticed: "It seems that this mirror saved the senior sister."

Harry didn't speak, put down the mirror, and continued to check.

Magic drained.

The breath of life is weak.

It seemed that half of his life was taken away abruptly.

He turned his head to look at Ginny—the little girl didn't have the feeling of panic in the morning. She stood there sluggishly, like an ice pick, looking blankly at the petrified person on the ground.

It's like it's hard to make sense of it all.

The professors came quickly.

"Together again!" Professor McGonagall frowned, and she cast a spell to lift the Ravenclaw girl into the air, and hurried her to the school infirmary.

"The portraits are imprisoned, can you unlock the magic? They may know something." Harry said to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore waved his wand.

The portraits were finally able to move, and most of them yelled in horror and ran away frantically.

There were only a few left, and seeing Dumbledore in a hurry, he stopped and stayed.

"Did you see anything just now?" Dumbledore asked.

A figure in a Xingyue robe shook his head, his voice trembling: "No, we didn't see anything, but suddenly, with a red light, we couldn't see, hear, or move."

Thank you Ran Ying for your reward~

I wish you all a happy new year, good luck and good health!