Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Flitwick looked uncomfortable.

He raised his hand, paused, and gritted his teeth: Squat down!

Harry squatted down, and Flitwick continued to wave his hand and patted him on the shoulder: The name of the mysterious man has magic, very powerful magic.

Anyone who recites his name will be known to him.

No matter where he is, he can lock it, and then rush to execute those who recite his name.

But he's dead now, or he can be regarded as dead. Harry shrugged.

Flitwick shook his head: Of course, if there is only this magic power.

In fact, its name is also a curse.

Only those who are truly not afraid of him will not be affected by this curse and can pronounce his name smoothly.

And those who fear him will fear him more, which will bring him strength and make him stronger.

Suddenly, Harry nodded: The effect of this curse hasn't disappeared yet?

No. Flitwick looked worried, I have always suspected that he is not dead, until some time ago, Dumbledore told me that he really is not dead.

No wonder…

Those little wizards who came from ordinary people will also call mysterious man together, as long as they are afraid, they will be even more afraid.

Okay, don't say such unpleasant things anymore. Flitwick cleared his throat, Now I should take you away.

Apparating? Harry asked expectantly.

Flitwick shook his head: No, you're still young, let's use a safer way.

He raised his wand.

Harry raised his head and looked into the distance. An unusually lively magic power surged out and gathered in the space. With a deafening explosion, a strong light hit——

A purple, gaudy three-story bus stopped in front of them.

On the windshield, Knight Bus is written in cursive script in gold ink.

A man in a purple uniform jumped down and introduced in an almost chant: Welcome to the Knight Bus, lend a helping hand to every wizard in trouble, just raise your wand, we can take you anywhere you want Places to go.

Let's go to Godric's Hollow. Flitwick waved his wand, and two Galleons flew out and fell into the man's hand. Two, as long as the bed is fine.

Don't you want a piece of chocolate? Just pay another three Sickles. The man enthusiastically promoted, If you are willing to pay one more Sickle, you can get a hot water bottle and a toothbrush...

Flitwick refused: No, no need.

The man sighed, gave Flitwick twelve silver Sickles, and invited them to board the car.

The space in the carriage was much larger than it looked from the outside, with six or seven beds, most of which were empty, except that they had only one passenger.

Our new passenger, Professor Flitwick of Hogwarts, and the little wizard he brought along. The conductor and driver boasted in a triumphant tone.

This gave Harry a bad feeling.

Sit down on the two adjacent beds.

Let's go! the conductor shouted cheerfully.

There was another deafening explosion, and the whole bus rushed out at a high speed like a rabbit, and even Harry almost stumbled.

As for Professor Flitwick, he rolled twice on the bed.

This car is really fast. Harry's face was a little ugly.

The sharp senses of a demon hunter allow him to capture all the information passing by his eyes and ears, and these complicated things are of no use, like a torrent of water, constantly washing his brain, making his scalp numb for a while.

It's still bouncing --

Harry had to adjust his center of gravity all the time.

Flitwick looked away. He rolled around on the bed following the sway of the car: Harry, don't be so nervous, relax.

The Knight Bus is just that.

half an hour later.

The conductor woke up another passenger: Elgin is here.

The passenger struggled to get up, but within two steps, he fell weakly on his suitcase and was thrown out by the conductor.

Less than half an hour again.

The conductor smiled and said to the two of them: Godric's Hollow is here!

Harry took a deep breath and stood up.

The conductor was a little surprised: It's incredible, you are the first little wizard who can ride our bus so calmly.

Have you considered working with us after graduation?

Well, we are also regular employees of the Ministry of Magic.

Harry shook his head: Thanks, but I have a question.

The conductor said seriously: You say.

Harry said: You guys say that the Knight Bus can go anywhere.

Yes, as long as there is land, there is nothing we can't go to. The conductor raised his head proudly.

Harry said blankly, Really?

Then I'm willing to pay you one Galleon, or ten, and take me to the Gringotts vault, whichever one you want, preferably the richest one.

The conductor's face froze.

The driver turned around and muttered, No, that's not okay, we can't do illegal things.

Then change the ad, my dear gentlemen. Harry waved his wand, and packed his luggage - with Professor Flitwick by his side, he could use the spell with confidence.

The conductor nodded with difficulty: You are right, this may be a good suggestion.

Waited to get out of the car.

How about taking a break? Flitwick suggested, his face turning pale. There's a wizard's pub here too.

Harry nodded: Of course, I think I have to take a break too.

Knight Bus…

It was a terrible thing.

He'd rather take ten Warlock teleports than ride that thing again.

Flitwick took him to the back door of the bar, took out his wand, tapped it lightly, and pushed the door open again—a sense of familiarity came over him, like the Leaky Cauldron, dirty but full of wizards.

There are also many wizards who like to drink with Muggles, but most of them are still willing to stay in our world. Professor Flitwick introduced, What would you like to drink, butter beer?

A whiskey, thanks, Harry said.

Flitwick yelled towards the bar: Two glasses of whiskey.

Where do you want to go later?

Dumbledore said he wanted you to come home and see - you know what I mean.

Or visit Godric's Hollow? This is the most famous gathering place for half-wizards.

Or... go directly to the blacksmith?

Harry was silent for a while: Go to the blacksmith directly. I'll go home and have a look after everything is done.

They had two drinks.

Professor Flitwick's face recovered a lot, he paid the money, and led him out, through a long alley, and into a crypt.

Walking through the crypt again, he reached the door of a cave and raised his hand to knock on the door.

Not long after, an old goblin opened the door, and seeing Flitwick, his eyes became sharp for a moment: It's Professor Flitwick, the greatest human wizard duelist!

It's a rare visitor, I thought you wouldn't come here again...

Dirty and smelly underground.

Flitwick was also very blunt: Raignac, it was a letter. My best student needed a blacksmith, so he found you.

Harry Potter. The old goblin raised his head with greedy eyes, I heard that you are the heir of Gryffindor, and the sword stolen by Gryffindor is also in your hand?

Not yet, Harry replied.

It rubbed its hands: If you are willing to return that sword to me, I can help you build what you want.

Flitwick was furious: That's Gryffindor's stuff, when is it yours!

That was built by my great-great-grandfather. Raignac raised his head, What the goblin made belongs to the goblin! Gryffindor still occupies it after death, that despicable, shameless human...

Harry raised his wand and pressed it against its head: Maybe I have to say a few spells to clear your mind and talk business with me?

Raignac froze.

I want a good blacksmith to help me, said Harry softly, but don't blackmail me about it, okay? I just got out of that crazy car and I'm in a bad mood.

Raignac spat: You human wizards are really despicable!

Alright alright.

What kind of armor do you want to build?

With a wave of Harry's wand, the suitcase opened, and a troll skin wrapped in a cloth bag flew out and landed in front of Raignac: Troll skin, wear a pair of leather armor.

Oh, poor material, Ragnac muttered. Why not use dragon hide? That's a high-quality material.

Harry was expressionless: I'm still young, you should know how expensive dragon skins are. I don't want an expensive armor that can only be worn for a year or two.

Okay, the giant monster's skin is also acceptable. It reluctantly agreed, Then we should discuss the price.

let me see……

You have to get me a stove.

Harry raised his eyebrows: You are a blacksmith, don't you have your own stove?

Aha, what a shameless question. Legnac clapped his hands and clicked twice, Everything belongs to you human wizards.

The most we goblins can have is a hiding place like a crypt.

Professor Flitwick said, I can charm you...

No, I want a real stove. Legnac said extremely firmly, This is a necessary condition, even Jin Gallon can give me less.

Flitwick frowned.

Harry frowned too.

Little wizard, you still have to grow up. The Gryffindor sword is less than one meter long. You will need a longer sword in the future, don't you? Legnac continued, his tone became softer, This is mutual benefit.

It's just a stove.

Thank you everyone, the category is the first! Today is also the third watch!

Thanks to Su Zitian for the reward!

When I do the math at night, how far is it to add another update!