Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Ginny waved his wand, and his reaction time was abundant, a small branch spread over and easily stopped the spell.

Give us back my sister! Ron's voice was trembling like his legs.

Ginny smiled innocently: That's not how the spell works.

Didn't Professor Flitwick tell you?

Determination, be determined, so soft, you are going to give me...

snap --

A medicine bottle was thrown at the feet of Ginny, and it was smashed open, splashing lavender water vapor, followed by a piece of silk coming from the corner, tightly binding her body.

In terms of determination, we are— Fred laughed exaggeratedly, holding up his wand.

The words are not finished yet.

Pfft, the silk was broken every inch, and countless fragments shook off Ginny.

A very good idea.

But what about determination?

With two sounds, the branches tied their feet and hung them upside down. Like Percy, the branches pierced their hands and nailed them to the wall.

Ginny reached out to scoop up the water vapor: Dreamless Sleep Potion, Gryffindor hasn't changed for so many years.

Where's the brain?

Use this kind of thing to solve me...

Another spell was cast, and Ginny turned her head, dodging easily.

Ron trembled: Leave my sister's body!

You're afraid of me. He tilted his head and looked at Ron. His eyes were unfamiliar to him, but the expression was so clear that he couldn't help laughing, You're afraid of me.

Do you know who I am?

Startled, Ron took two steps back, his voice trembling even more: Quick, let go!

A kitten with fried fur is not a threat. He seemed to think of something interesting, shrugged his shoulders, and laughed happily, It's easy to drown.

Now that you know who I am.

Why do you dare to raise your wand?

And your little sister is not worth saving. She told me a lot of little secrets. Do you know which brother she dislikes the most?

Ron's eyes were blurred, but the answer appeared in his heart almost instantly.

Bill is the best brother, Charlie is very good at Quidditch, and Percy is a little stuffy, but he really takes care of his younger siblings.

George and Fred, though they like to play tricks, are the best at making themselves happy.

Speaking of this, he paused, greasy elongated the tone.

Only Ron.

She doesn't like this brother the most. He is sloppy, lazy, and not that good-looking. There is only one good thing in his whole body, and that is Harry Potter's friend.

Unbelievable.

How can a man like this be such a good friend of Harry Potter.

Percy struggled and roared, Shut up, you bastard! Ron is...

He couldn't finish his sentence.

Ginny waved his wand, and the branch was thrust roughly into his mouth.

Anyone can say nice words. His tone was frivolous, not without bewitching, I can also just say, Ron, you are the little wizard I admire most in Hogwarts.

But what the truth is, we all know...

The words could not be finished.

George stiffened his neck, gritted his teeth, shook his head, and threw something over.

Ginny raised her wand, and the red light hit it, and the thing thrown exploded in the air—the khaki smoke billowed, and the stench rolled violently.

This made her complexion change suddenly.

Damned!

Ron took his chance, gripped his wand tightly, and cast the spell firmly.

He was not affected by those words.

And another red light suddenly flew out from the corner, and Hermione, who was squatting under the table, blushed before reciting the spell in a very low voice - she had always wanted to use a silent spell to sneak attack, but it was very difficult for a second-year girl For wizards, it is a bit too difficult.

One left and one right, flanking attack.

With a sound, Ginny waved his magic wand, armored body, flicked away the two spells easily, and waved lightly again, the breeze swirled and the stench was blown away.

Do you like it? This Mr. Tom? George laughed. This taste suits your mouth very well.

Ginny will kill you, this is her body. Fred shook his head.

Two snaps.

The sticks lashed their faces and filled their mouths.

You guys are very Gryffindors. He had a cold face, with no intention of chatting any further, In that case—

Wand waved.

Branches stabbed at them.

Hermione uttered a spell and ignited the flame, which was suppressed by Ginny again. The orange flame barely surged twice before it was completely extinguished.

Ron trembled and tried to use Polymorph to fight, but one branch pierced his wand, and the other pierced his palm, and he flew up with him, and was also nailed to the wall.

I hope Mr. Potter will like my gift. He smiled lightly, and the Auror who was blown unconscious on the ground flew into his hand.

Now it's time for me to enjoy my gift.

Ginny raised her wand and pointed it between his brows.

With obscure and evil whispers in his mouth, his magic power and vitality were deprived from him, his flesh and blood withered, his soul disappeared, and Ginny's body revealed a more solid black air.

Eating is average.

When the last smear of blood disappeared from Auror's body, he loosened his hand, and the skeleton fell to the ground with a click, as fragile as glass, and burst away in pieces.

Ginny waved her wand, drawing blood from the Weasley family, leaving a line of writing on the wall, and turned around and crawled out of the hole.

Wait a few minutes.

Harry broke in first.

The place was in a mess, and the Weasleys hanging on the wall still had a breath of air.

One died, not of the size of a Hogwarts student.

Hermione crouched under the table, chained to the branches.

And the words written in blood on the wall.

Professor McGonagall followed closely behind, seeing the scene inside the house, with a dark face, he waved his wand, and nailed the branches of the Weasleys on the wall, turning into a stream of water, wrapping them, and slowly placing them on the ground.

That guy, he...he... She pressed her throat, trying not to let the anger tear her throat, Where are the other little wizards?

Percy replied feebly, I sent them back to their dorms, no one else was hurt.

He looks under the table.

Hermione crawled out, still shaking.

Then this is... Professor McGonagall stared at the skeleton on the ground.

Scrimgeour recognized him at a glance: Britt, Hufflepuff is an excellent student who has only graduated for three years.

I know him. Professor McGonagall's voice choked up, He has a good heart, and those troublemakers in Gryffindor have troubled him a lot.

Snape looked at the writing on the wall, his tone was cold: At least there is good news for now.

He can't hide anymore.

Harry couldn't take his eyes off the line of text.

Mr. Potter, let's meet in the secret room, only you can come alone.

You should feel how impatient I am to see your sincerity alone, don't let me down.

Thanks to the Dragon King in prison for the reward!

Thanks for the reward from the never-tilting balance~

It will be on the shelves on 2/1, please follow up, and it will explode when the time comes! (boom!)