Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Harry hated nothing more than the month before summer vacation.

He can't cast spells.

Advanced potions also require magic power.

He can't do anything.

He could only read theoretical books. Professor Flitwick sent him a batch with a letter, hoping that he could go to the Burrow this year and enjoy a happy summer vacation.

But Professor Flitwick's expectations were in vain.

The Weasley family won the grand prize of the "Daily Prophet" and received huge compensation from Malfoy. They decided to go to Egypt in the last month of summer vacation when Harry ended the confinement at his aunt's house, and warmly invited Harry .

Harry didn't agree.

He prefers to train with Professor Flitwick, and there is still a lot of room for him to grow.

The "Horcrux" was like a boulder weighing on his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Hedwig is not very busy this summer vacation.

Hermione finally remembered that there is something called "telephone" in this world, they can communicate by phone, which is convenient, fast and clear.

Hedwig was very satisfied with this, and when she was free, she would often "cuckoo" after Petunia all day, asking her to cook owl rations for herself.

This summer vacation is not difficult.

The Dursleys treated him much better.

Dudley's attitude towards Harry changed the most.

Although he didn't dare to disturb Harry when he was reading, but when he was eating, he was enthusiastic and asked if there was any potion that could make him more handsome.

"Harry, did you fall in love at that school?" Dudley held a knife and fork, trying to eat as elegantly as possible, "I've already talked about it three times."

"I even held the hands of four little girls."

"Even almost kissed one of them, if it wasn't for that damn teacher..."

Petunia listened with gusto.

Every mother would love to see her son shine.

"You remind me of one of my professors," Harry said softly, swallowing the fried fish in his mouth.

Dudley was curious.

Harry went on: "He likes to fall in love with students. Like you, he also fell in love three times a semester."

Feinon frowned: "Scum, scum! Can't there be some normal people among your weird guys?"

Dudley didn't have any specific impression of "teacher-student relationship", his eyes were still enthusiastic: "And then? How is it?"

"It exploded." Harry said succinctly.

Dudley was taken aback.

With good intentions, Harry slowly raised his fist from the table, raised it in front of Dudley's eyes, and opened his fingers suddenly: "Bang, it exploded like fireworks."

Dudley shuddered.

Vernon and Petunia looked terrified.

"Don't scare Dudley, he's not like you freaks." Fernon twisted his body and stabbed the fork hard into the fried fish.

"I'm not kidding." Harry withdrew his hand, "It really exploded."

Petunia swallowed hard: "Lily never told me that Hogwarts would be so dangerous."

Dudley's face turned pale: "Love... is love such a terrible thing?"

Harry thought back.

The bed that Ye Naifa threw out and almost hit his head, nodded with lingering fear: "It's okay with one person, but it's really dangerous if you have more than one."

"No!" Feinon stared, wanting to explain, telling out his old love affairs, correcting his son's conception, "My dear Dudley, you need to know that men..."

Petunia let out a light snort, cut the fried fish into small pieces with a knife, and said softly, "What should a man do?"

"A man must be single-minded." Feinon immediately changed his face and said seriously, "Harry is right. If you are half-hearted in love, it will really explode."

Dudley turned paler.

He didn't believe this kind of nonsense before. How could a good-looking person suddenly explode?

until…

He meets Harry and sees magic.

In the young boy's heart, there was a shadow that he couldn't solve the calculation problem.

A month goes by very quickly.

Flitwick came to pick up Harry on time. He looked up at his student and sighed, "Harry, you should take a good trip and relax."

"Professor, now is not the time to relax, you know that, Tom." Harry shook his head, dragging his suitcase.

Flitwick raised his wand.

Harry's face changed: "Is it the Knight Bus again?"

"Can you change it?"

Flitwick remained expressionless: "No."

After half a day.

Harry dropped the suitcase and the conductor off the Knight Bus.

"Hey, I'm not your luggage." The conductor grinned, expressing dissatisfaction.

Harry apologized insincerely: "Sorry, I was dizzy and misread."

"You're taking revenge on me, Mr. Potter." The conductor helped himself to stand up, "I will give you a little surprise when you sit again next year."

"You know me?" Harry threw back his head.

The conductor pointed to his eyes: "Lion-like eyes, easy to identify."

"I suggest you go back to study." Harry said sincerely.

The conductor was taken aback.

Harry continued: "Lions have round pupils, such vertical pupils are cats or snakes."

"Really?" The conductor couldn't believe it. He took out his wand, turned the chocolate in his hand into a badge of Gryffindor College, observed it carefully, and his tone became surprised, "Really!"

"A lion's pupils are actually round."

He felt that his world view was somewhat broken. According to Muggles, isn't a lion a cat?

Harry ignored him, feeling that he had recovered a bit, and dragged his luggage to Godric's Hollow.

As usual, have a drink at the bar.

"Harry, I think we need to rest for a few days." After a glass of whiskey, Flitwick suggested, "You've only been on vacation for a month..."

"Professor, I don't need too much rest time." Harry looked serious, "At my aunt's house, I haven't touched magic for a month."

Flitwick hesitated to speak, sighed, and stuffed what he wanted to say in the wine.

He felt that he had to ask Dumbledore for another month's salary, double salary!

"How's Legnac doing?" Harry asked.

Flitwick shook his head: "His life is not very easy. After you reported him last time, he was confiscated. That's a big surprise."

"Except for the few weapons he played."

"Also found quite a few weapons, armor, and even half a wand that he hoarded long ago."

"Half a wand?" Harry wondered. "What's the use of that?"

"It's useless, but the wizards think it's a provocation." Flitwick said this with a little sigh, "An inhuman race still wants to have a magic wand."

"Should he still be alive?" Harry was a little worried.

Flitwick nodded: "Of course, he is still alive, and his life is even better. With the help of the Ministry of Magic, he opened a blacksmith shop."

On the word "help" he bit down hard.

"That would be great." Harry nodded, "I have a lot of materials here."