Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

It sounds ridiculous.

But the facts are here.

Although Gryffindors were not like Slytherin, who talked about their blood every day, there were not many pure bloods. This group of people who were most at ease before immediately became panicked like Neville.

Most of people's courage comes from being unscrupulous.

They picked up pens and paper, and started writing letters to their families just like the little wizards from mixed races and ordinary families.

The crowd dispersed, and the house-elf disappeared when Harry waved his hand.

"How could he do anything to pure blood?" Hermione frowned, a little puzzled, "Won't this make things worse?"

"He just wants to make trouble." Harry confirmed Hermione's guess.

Ron thought of something, and suddenly threw his head back, Harry grabbed his collar by the back, so he didn't fall completely, and he didn't care to sit upright again, so he kept such a posture, lowered his voice, and panicked. Get up: "Is it for Professor Dumbledore?"

Harry nodded.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione opened her mouth, unable to restrain her surprise, and when Ron climbed back to the stool, before he had time to say what happened that night, her eyes became even more surprised, "He's going to ask Professor Dumbledore?" Get out of the castle?"

Ron looked at Hermione in surprise: "You... how do you know, Harry, did you tell her?"

"Is it hard to think of it?" Hermione frowned, "But he can still contact people outside and create such a big momentum?"

Harry shook his head: "There is no need to contact people outside, he knows very well that as long as he does this, someone will definitely stand up and push Dumbledore down."

"How is it possible, he is the greatest White Wizard." Hermione twisted her face.

"The Malfoy family is the trustee of Hogwarts." Ron said heavily.

Hermione froze.

"Great people tend to make the most enemies," Harry added.

Hermione rubbed her face: "But Professor Dumbledore is going to be kicked out, what should we do?"

"Maybe Malfoy will stand up and settle this matter." Ron frowned, his tone became more serious, and he raised a very natural guess, "Then replace Professor Dumbledore and become the new headmaster?"

Thinking of that scene—at the opening banquet every year, Lucius Malfoy welcomes the freshmen with his dead face.

He shivered and shuddered.

One Snape is enough for Hogwarts.

"Tom doesn't seem like someone who would do anything for others." Harry shook his head.

Ron gritted his teeth: "After Malfoy takes control of the castle, he will definitely turn this place into a training base for dark wizards and train a group of minions of mysterious people."

"Of course the mysterious person is happy to facilitate this kind of thing."

Harry hesitated, then shook his head again: "Maybe what you said is right."

This matter, like a fog, shrouded his mind.

A few doubts have never been clarified.

Some couldn't figure out why Voldemort would do this. In the first grade, it was not so easy for him to recover his strength. He had to go to the Forbidden Forest to hunt unicorns and bear the pain of the curse.

And, if you just want to regain your strength, wouldn't it be better to be outside of Hogwarts? For the Dark Lord, the farther he was from Dumbledore, the safer he would be.

Could it be that, as Ron guessed, Voldemort put his safety at risk for Malfoy.

Then I have to discuss with the Sorting Hat what kind of ditty I should write to sing the great relationship between the two of them.

Ron talked endlessly, talking about the dark history of the Malfoy family.

A silver cat sneaked in quietly and landed in front of Harry. When it spoke, it was McGonagall's voice: "Harry, come to the principal's office. The password is 'Crucible Cake'. Be careful on the way."

No one noticed the movement here.

After the patron saint finished delivering the message, a puff of smoke dissipated.

"Now let you go to the office?" Hermione lowered her surprised voice, "But the attack happened just now!"

"There should be something very important." Harry took a deep breath, "I'll go first, if someone asks..."

"You're sleeping." Ron nodded, "I'll make an agreement with Seamus and Neville."

Harry walked to the dormitory, put on the invisibility cloak as soon as he entered the door, turned his head around, and ran to the principal's office.

In the office, there are three people.

Besides McGonagall, there was also Snape.

"Harry, you are finally here." Dumbledore waved to him.

"Didn't find Tom again?" Harry asked calmly.

"It's probably in Lockhart's place." Dumbledore nodded, motioned him to sit down, and poured him a glass of milk. "You should have noticed too?"

Harry picked up the cup: "Although it is very weak, the magic power has indeed increased a bit. He couldn't even detect my spell last time."

"Last time?" Mag exclaimed, "What last time?"

"Harry, when did you beat Lockhart?"

She thought Harry would behave better this term.

After all, he has thrown himself into the trap since the start of school, and the make-up classes and training six nights a week take up too much of his time.

But things never go as planned.

In the first half of the school year, she quietly broke into the Slytherin lounge at night and stole the portrait—but it happened that a student was attacked, and it was related to the Gryffindor trial, so she couldn't say What.

Now hearing the news again, casting a spell on Lockhart?

It was silent again.

"Before school started, in Diagon Alley." Harry replied honestly, "At that time he wanted to borrow my fame, and he didn't plan to pay me, so he couldn't hold back and shot at him."

"Harry, abuse the spell..." Dumbledore was about to preach.

"It's just that he let loose and made him stumble and embarrass himself in front of the public." Harry interrupted him.

Dumbledore shook his head: "Well, let's not talk about it, I went to Lockhart's office just now and used some not-so-glorious tricks..."

"Dark magic?" interrupted Harry.

Dumbledore was taken aback, and nodded: "Yes, some black magic about souls, I observed Lockhart's tainted soul."

"But Voldemort's thing is still not found."

"You're a white wizard." Harry said blankly, "He's the Dark Lord, when it comes to dark arts..."

Snape sneered: "Mr. Potter, you don't have to be so naive."

"Albus's level of black magic is not necessarily much lower than that of the Dark Lord."

Dumbledore waved his hand: "Severus, thank you for your trust, but Voldemort's level of black magic is much higher than mine, and his knowledge of black magic is far better than mine."

"I don't know how he hid himself. Maybe give me some time and let me check some more information, and I can find it."

"But there's no time."

Speaking of this, Dumbledore paused, and he looked at Harry: "After I left, you were Voldemort's target."

"The Ministry of Magic will send Aurors, led by Kingsley, who you can trust."

"You can also trust Severus completely, he will help you."

Harry nodded.

He didn't bother to ask Dumbledore why he was taking this on himself again.

Needless to say, with his worst fears gone, and with Voldemort regaining some strength, he would surely strike at himself.

Just as Dumbledore was about to continue to say something, there was a brutal knock on the office door. He opened it with a wave of his wand, and a fat man in a pinstriped suit and bright red tie rushed into the office.

He took a few steps aggressively.

It started to slow down in the middle of the room, and when it came to Dumbledore, its footsteps completely softened.

"Albus, I didn't expect to meet at this time." The fat man said, with a strong tone of voice.

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