Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

patience.

It is the most important part of hunting.

The smell of love spreads with the wind in the forbidden forest.

There are many creatures that come and go, attracted by flesh and blood.

The hungry wolves greedily gnaw on the fattest bellies.

A fox with a dull fur color steals the leg meat in the cracks.

Wild dogs and cats can only grab a piece and take it away with their mouths. They are not eligible to eat on the dining table.

These creatures are extremely harmonious, there is no fight, no dispute.

Tastefully enjoy this heavenly meal.

They are beasts at the top of the food chain, but in this forest, they only have the status of prey.

Even this delicious meal, they were not blessed to enjoy it. Before enjoying it for a long time, an old wolf raised his head to the sky and roared in panic. And most of the dead cows.

The horsemen come over.

They also smell of love potion.

In the past travels in the Forbidden Forest, Harry often met these guys who claimed to be the protectors of the Forbidden Forest, but they never said hello. Hagrid said that the centaurs hate humans very much, even if they are more tolerant of cubs.

Staying away from unnecessary danger is the most important rule of survival.

The one in the lead looked at the stars and heaved a long sigh.

Without moving the cattle on the ground, he turned around and took his tribe away.

They seem to have come here specially to drive away the beasts.

Wait until late at night.

Da da da--

With the sound of hoofbeats, from far to near, a bloated and obese creature walked cautiously from the bushes, and the target Harry had been waiting for for a long time finally appeared.

It greedily sniffed the strong smell in the air.

Pure, loyal love!

But when he saw the source of the breath—the gnawed cow carcass, the creature tilted its head, and was a little puzzled. The cow didn't seem to be such a loyal creature in love.

Maybe exceptions.

Meals like this are rare, not even in the castle outside the forest.

It walked over, bowed its head, and licked a mouthful of blood.

The taste in the mouth is a bit wrong.

It hesitated, and then licked a second mouthful, towards the part with the strongest breath of love.

This time it was confirmed.

Fake!

This is not love!

False, ugly, forged to deceive oneself.

The bicorn roared angrily, raised its hoof, and stomped the cow carcass to pieces.

This is the perfect time!

Finally Harry did, pulling a vial from under his robes and throwing it at it. There was a thud, the bottle shattered, and the dirty gray potion inside splashed out and landed on the swollen body. In an instant, dense scabies appeared on the skin—Neville's failed potion.

The strange feeling of the skin made the bicorn cry out in pain.

Harry continued waving his wand, whistling a few times—

The vines tied to the cow are like snakes, wrapping around it and restraining its movement.

Clear springs are like water!

Frosty cold!

A few more spells were cast.

When water was splashed on it, it quickly condensed into solid ice, further strengthening the binding effect.

The bicorn struggled, screaming in fear, and began to gather magic power on its horns, like a black mist, with an ominous atmosphere.

Let's relax! Harry added a spell.

Fingerprints were made again.

Igni!

Lava snakes wrapped around its neck, burning its skin.

Harry put a layer of golden Quinn shield on himself, then took off the invisibility cloak, took out his sword, and rushed forward.

However, the Bicorn has long been waiting for this moment.

Seeing the figure appear, the black magic on the horn immediately shot at Harry——

Harry rolled on his side, prepared for it, but the curse would turn, chase Harry, and slam into the shield hard, splashing a brilliant golden spark.

A little black mist remained, falling on the robe.

With a snort——

It just melted the cloth, penetrated it effortlessly, and dripped on the giant monster's leather armor. The tiny magic power, which was already weak, could not penetrate the defense of the leather armor, and disappeared completely with two sizzling sounds.

The bicorn began to condense the second curse.

Harry didn't give it a chance, raised his sword, and slashed at the neck, where it had been scorched and scorched by the flames.

The blade is so sharp that it cuts even the bones.

The huge head rolled down, its horns stuck on the ground, and stopped next to the cow carcass.

I didn't expect you to use this method... The Sorting Hat's tone was complicated, a little embarrassed.

What do you think will happen to me? Harry asked back, Like the day I dealt with the troll, and rushed straight up?

He waved his wand.

The vines re-tied the carcass and smashed it on the head of the bicorn.

The moment the flesh came into contact with the horns, the huge, evil curse, exhausting its last trace of vitality, erupted, filled with black mist, and the cow carcass shriveled quickly, becoming filthy and smelly.

shocking.

This is not Gryffindor at all. The Sorting Hat muttered, You can solve it head-on.

But it's safe, this is a '4X' level black magic creature. Harry replied, he took the cow carcass for several experiments, and after confirming that there was no trace of the curse, he squatted down and processed the materials.

Why fight head-on when you can sneak attack?

The Sorting Hat was still muttering, talking about wizard glory, battle glory and so on.

Cut off the horns, put them in the hat, and stop its mouth.

Harry slipped out of the Forbidden Forest, instead of going back to Gryffindor Tower immediately, he ran straight to the third floor.

Wait, Harry, where are you going? The Sorting Hat noticed something was wrong, and whispered, This is not the way back to the tower.

I know. Harry nodded, his tone calm.

When he was in front of Professor McGonagall's office, he took off his invisibility cloak and knocked on the door respectfully.

After a while, the door was opened.

Professor McGonagall, who was wearing cat-patterned pajamas, opened the door and saw Harry with a little surprise in his eyes: I thought it was Filch, why is it you, Harry?

It's curfew now...

Professor, I violated the school rules and went to the Forbidden Forest just now. Harry replied honestly.

Professor McGonagall was even more surprised, and exclaimed: Ah, oh, this...

Harry's words made it difficult for her to respond effectively.

She knows how naughty lion cubs are.

Bullying professors, night tours, breaking into the forbidden book section and the forbidden forest...

But Hogwarts has always been like this - as long as he is not found out, he is a good boy who obeys the school rules.

Taking the initiative to throw himself into the trap of the professor, and still have such an impatient expression...

Harry was first.

There was one time last semester, but later she learned that the reason was that Harry met Quirrell in the Forbidden Forest.

Dumbledore asked Harry to give him an explanation.

Harry confessed to himself.

Why today?

What kind of dark wizard did you meet again?

Her expression became horrified: Potter, you are not injured, what does the dark wizard look like...

Professor, Hogwarts may not be that safe. Harry said tactfully, But it won't be like a sieve, with dark wizards coming in every two days.

There are only those magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest.

No problem? McGonagall asked.

Harry nodded: It's all right. At least he was all right.

Then Mr. Potter, you should go back to sleep. Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief, Don't do this in the future, the Forbidden Forest is not where little wizards should go...

Professor, shouldn't you put me in detention? Harry asked.

McGonagall was taken aback.

so…

Harry was so late, throwing himself into a trap, for this purpose?

When she thought of Flitwick's appearance, her heart tightened, and she had a bad feeling.

Don't wait for her to speak.

I have Professor Snape's confinement every Thursday and Saturday. Harry suggested, How about every Wednesday and Friday?

It should be fine. Mag nodded hesitantly.

Then we will see you tomorrow... no, tonight. Harry bowed slightly, Professor McGonagall, good night and sweet dreams.

Good night. McGonagall waved her hand numbly, saying goodbye to Harry.

Wait, Minerva, Harry is provoking you! the Sorting Hat yelled, You brazen little lion cub did this on purpose.

Shouldn't...Gryffindor deduct twenty points?

Professor McGonagall looked dangerously at the hat.

The Sorting Hat's voice weakened: Perhaps ten?

Fifty points off the Sorting Hat. Harry patted it, Why do you need to deduct points for things that can be put into confinement?

Professor, I'm applying for one academic year's confinement.

Mag thumped in his heart, and waved his hands: No, you only need to be locked up for half a month for entering the Forbidden Forest at night...

I might go again in the future. Harry shrugged, his face indifferent, It's better to continue once, so as not to waste time next time.

Meg sighed hesitantly.

Wait for Harry to go away.

She was weak - every dean hoped to have an outstanding student, they were proud of it, but... so hungry.

She could already foresee that in half a year, she would be the same as Flitwick.

But she wasn't disgusted.

Harry is more special than any other student.

Everyone else just had to face owls and newts exams, but he had to face Voldemort.

Snape is so horrible.

It's okay to put some bezoar in Dumbledore's mind, let him make the stupid decision to let a little first-year wizard face Voldemort.

Five points deducted from Gryffindor. Professor McGonagall reluctantly said in a low voice. The Sorting Hat reminded her that the strict standards of being a vice-principal still made her speak.

This hat stayed with Dumbledore for a long time, and it was also infected.

Back in the office, she began to think about how to bring down the head of Hufflepuff next door. She heard Dumbledore mention that Harry was learning spells from Snape.

Of the four principals, three of them were hustled by him, so there must be no one left safe and sound.

Gryffindor lounge.

Quietly.

There were only two of them sitting by the fire.

Ron was lying on the table with a book in his hand. He fell asleep, but his mouth didn't rest, and he was still reciting the rules of transformation.

Hermione was holding the powerful potion.

Hearing the movement, he turned his head and saw that it was Harry, and hurriedly put down the book in his hand: Harry, are you back? Why is it so late.

It's more than two o'clock in the morning now.

That creature was a little cautious and refused to show up. Harry waved his hand, But it turned out very well, and we got something.

Thanks Su sr for the reward!

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There is another update tonight, 4K! I didn't write 4KQAQ in the afternoon!