Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Fifteen Galleons.

This is the price that the two negotiated after a verbal battle.

The Aurors were responsible for protecting Harry to King's Cross, and Scrimgeour was to pay Harry.

September 1st.

Under the nervous escort of the Aurors, first through the fireplace to the Leaky Cauldron, and from here to drive straight to King's Cross Station, and even be kindly sent to King's Cross Station.

A short woman with a stiff face, exaggerated curls, and a pair of beetle-like glasses held up a camera and kept shooting at Harry.

The camera can't wait to put it on Harry's face.

It wasn't until the train was about to leave that Harry was able to get away.

The short woman sighed in disappointment. She had only taken two rolls of film.

It's enough to put together a set of photobooks.

"They're really exaggerating." Seeing that Harry was finally able to escape, Hermione couldn't help complaining. She and Ron had been waiting for him at the door.

"It's hard to earn money." Harry sighed.

"Money, what money?" Ron has always been sensitive to such topics.

Harry looked at the Aurors who were slowly retreating outside, and replied, "Cooperate with the Aurors to play such a play, fifteen Galleons."

Ron swallowed his saliva and was very moved: "So you can earn fifteen Galleons?"

"That's Harry!" Hermione waved her wand angrily, and picked up their luggage. "If it was you, you would pay fifteen Galleons instead, and they wouldn't do that."

Ron muttered, "That's not necessarily true, the officials of the Ministry of Magic are short of money."

Hermione was taken aback, looked at Ron, thought of his family situation, and nodded in agreement.

The train moved slowly.

They walked to the depths, and it was too late to get on the train, and the compartments were crowded with students. They didn't find a compartment with only one person until the end of the train.

Inside was an adult wizard, sleeping soundly against the window sill.

They tiptoed in.

After sitting down, he also took a closer look at this person's attire. The robe was very clean, but very old, and it was still patched—this was almost unbelievable for a wizard.

Even if you can't afford a new robe, it can be repaired with magic.

He looks pretty handsome, but his complexion is not good, it is weak and pale, and his figure is thin, which makes him look sickly.

"Isn't this a student train?" Ron lowered his voice, "Who is he?"

"Professor R.J. Lupine," Hermione replied.

Ron was taken aback, a little surprised: "How do you know?" Even if Harry answered this question, he wouldn't be so surprised.

Hermione didn't speak, and raised her hand to point to the luggage rack.

Ron saw that next to their luggage, there was a box as old as this Professor Lupin, and the corners and corners were full of signs of wear and tear.

The signature of "R.J. Lupine" is printed on the corner of the box.

Ron looked at him again and looked carefully: "Our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? He looks pretty good-looking, so he might be someone like Lockhart again."

"No." Harry shook his head, looked at Lupine with deep eyes, "he might be a qualified professor."

Lupine's ears twitched in "Sleep".

"But he looks too skinny," Ron muttered. "It feels like the troll could crush him with a stick..."

Hermione glared at it.

Ron sighed: "Well, well, I hope he can do it. We haven't had a good Defense Against the Dark Arts class in two years. In the whole year, no one can get an 'O' except Harry."

Hermione gritted her teeth, a little unwilling. She turned her head and looked at Harry who was still staring at Lupin: "Harry, do you know this professor?"

"I've heard his name, but never met." Harry replied softly.

Lupine's ears twitched again.

Hermione frowned, trying to recall: "Is Professor Lupine famous? I don't think I've seen him in books."

"He's my dad's friend." Harry waved his hand.

Lupine's breathing became short of breath.

"That's right." Hermione nodded, "Then he should be a very good wizard."

Harry nodded: "My grandfather mentioned many things about him, he has self-esteem, is excellent, and works hard."

Lupine's breath stopped abruptly, but his heart beat harder.

"Then we can count as a reliable professor this year, I really hope..." Ron collapsed back, looked at Lupine who was close to him, and breathed a sigh of relief.

But the story is not over yet.

Harry took out his wand, touched the hilt of the sword behind him with his right hand, stood up with his eyes squinted, and his eyes finally fell on Lupine.

"Harry, what's the matter?" Hermione hugged Crookshanks, a little frightened.

Harry lifted the amulet from his chest, and it hummed slightly.

"This is?" Hermione wondered.

Ron explained: "This is a gift from Bill to Harry. It can detect the maliciousness of the owner."

Lupine had to open his eyes. He waved his hands and said softly, "Take it easy, Harry, I mean no harm to you."

The amulet gradually became quiet.

Hermione pointed Crookshanks at Lupin, and the half-breed cat lizard fell asleep, unresponsive.

Harry sat back slowly, tilted his body, and pulled Crookshanks over: "Sorry for disturbing your sleep."

Lupine shook his head: "It's okay, I've had enough rest."

Ron frowned and looked at the amulet: "Could it be that this thing is broken?"

"Shall I ask Bill to change it for you?"

Harry tried his best to recall everything in the compartment just now: "No, the amulet should be fine."

The amulet was vibrating when meeting Malfoy at the train station.

Visible to others, the amulet is peaceful.

The person who was malicious to him should not be Lupine. He woke up early in the morning, when his group just entered the carriage.

If he had any malice, he would have revealed it early in the morning.

Is it because...

He was afraid that his identity as a "werewolf" would be discovered?

"Harry, I... I didn't expect you to know about me." Lupine lowered his head and stammered, "Sorry, I haven't visited all these years..."

"No need to apologize, Professor Lupine." Harry shook his head, tentatively, "Grandpa told me everything about you, I understand."

Lupine was taken aback for a moment, and his heart raised his throat: "All?"

Harry nodded: "All."

Lupine smiled bitterly: "This is really..."

The amulet was silent, not moving.

"Compared to Tom and Lockhart, you are already very good." Harry comforted him, "After all, Professor Dumbledore knew from the beginning."

"Tom?" Lupine was a little puzzled, "But I remember your first-year professor, not Quirrell..."

"Tom is Voldemort." Harry explained to him, "Quirrell was possessed by Voldemort."

"Last year was about the same."

"Tom is messing up Hogwarts."

Lupine threw back his head. He hadn't heard Dumbledore mention any of these things.

Compared to Voldemort, he really wasn't a big trouble.