Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 378 I’m scared, but I’m proud of it

The train finally slowed down and stopped near the Hogsmeade platform.

However, the weather around the station was not very good. At this time, the sky was dark and cloudy, and it was pouring rain.

When the train door opened, there was immediately the sound of howling wind and rumbling thunder outside.

A bolt of lightning struck from mid-air and hit the black lake, scorching a small squid that had emerged from the water.

"Why is it such bad weather again?" Hermione couldn't help complaining in a low voice, "It seems that the weather has been like this in the past few years. It's really uncomfortable."

"The prefects also need to maintain order and keep the lower grades from crowding to avoid a stampede."

"But this bad weather... Harley, you really have to endure it today."

"That's not necessarily the case." Harley chuckled and looked up at the sky, her eyes filled with green edges.

The thunder stopped instantly, the lightning that pierced the sky stopped flashing, the pouring rain was hidden in the clouds again, and the biting wind gradually dissipated.

Although she didn't like Karkaroff, a shameless guy who didn't care about his status, Hermione had to admit that Karkaroff's fighting ability was pretty good.

There were also a large number of carriages parked on the street, and students boarded the carriages one after another.

Compared with the previous heavy rain and snowflakes, when avoiding the carriage, they stayed close to the edge of the carriage, almost tracing the outline of the carriage.

"Who is this? Where is Hagrid?"

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

"In short, Karkaroff is dead."

Although Hagrid was very courageous, no one could be so calm when being chased by giants and Death Eaters.

A strange yet crisp female voice sounded:

"First-year students, please come here and line up! All first-year students, please follow me!"

Hermione grasped the key to the problem immediately, with a worried expression on her face.

There was a bit of curiosity in Harley's eyes. After all, she really didn't pay much attention to insects like Karkaroff that could not pose any threat to herself.

"...Harry, Rita said in the Daily Prophet that you encountered a mysterious man in the last event of the Six-wizard Tournament and defeated him head-on."

"Hagrid was probably sent to the Alps by Professor Dumbledore,"

"I taught the mysterious man when he was young and knew his past identity."

The two were still holding hands, looking very harmonious and beautiful, giving people the feeling that "Hagrid seems to have another chance after his initial frustration."

At this time, the dark clouds in the sky have dispersed, leaving only a clear sky and the moon can be directly seen.

"It shouldn't be an accident." Harley's expression was a little strange, and she recalled the scene from one of her clones in her mind——

"Because there is no floating Dark Mark at the scene, the Ministry of Magic believes that this is probably just the action of someone who hates Death Eaters."

"Dead?" Hermione on the side opened her mouth slightly, looking a little surprised.

A bolt of lightning pierced the sky and struck a big tree beside the road, but it did not ignite it.

After a series of masking coughs, Professor Slughorn changed the subject.

Professor Slughorn was sitting there, caressing the pineapple preserves with his fingers, and occasionally throwing one into his mouth, which seemed very uncomfortable.

You know, according to the history of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry that Hermione read, more than five principals of Durmstrang were assassinated by students.

"He probably had his relatives taken away by Death Eaters, but all the Death Eaters whose identities were confirmed are in Azkaban, so he started targeting a Death Eater like Karkaroff whose identity was exposed. murder."

Her gray hair was cut very short, her chin was prominent, and she looked meticulous.

Ordinary wizards may not feel anything when they see this scene, and they may not even be able to see what Harley has done or what magic she has cast.

I don't know when an extra layer of ice appeared on the tree trunk, blocking out the lightning.

Professor Slughorn pushed open the glass with interest, stretched out his hand, and caught two snowflakes.

They didn't even think it was something to be ashamed of, and recorded it in the school's history openly, and the few assassinated losers were forever placed on the pillar of shame in Durmstrang's school history.

Suddenly there was a thunder in the sky, and large swaths of dark clouds gathered in an instant.

Looking at Hermione's surprised look, Harry gently raised a finger:

"Don't be surprised, it's just a little help from the weather spell."

Apparently judging by the weight, there were already four people on the carriage, which met the criteria for starting.

When he noticed that the door of the carriage was open, he subconsciously looked over and raised his hand.

Harry waved his hand to lift the weather spell outside, and at the same time looked at Professor Slughorn opposite with exploratory eyes.

"I feel at ease, I feel at ease now."

"That's right." Professor Slughorn nodded, "Karkaroff died, quietly."

"Did something happen to him?"

The two of them followed the path and came to the dark, rain-washed street outside Hogsmeade Station.

While eating, he was chatting with Harry about the current situation in the wizarding world, which obviously meant something.

"So, something unexpected happened to Hagrid?"

After Harry and Hermione boarded the carriage, the Thestrals began to move slowly.

Hagrid and Ms. Maxim, wearing thick cold-proof robes, running through the snow in the Alps.

"I have seen photos of her and Newt. She has always been a master of magical beasts, and she is happy to teach the Care of Magical Creatures professor at Hogwarts in case of unexpected situations."

But Professor Slughorn clearly felt Harry's unabashed spellcasting fluctuations.

As soon as Professor Slughorn's fingertips reached out of the carriage, they immediately touched the rain and snow.

But the carriage that Harry often rode in, parked at the end of all the carriages, was ignored.

He asked himself, even if he practiced weather spells for another twenty years, he would never be able to do it with ease like Harley.

"Is this real news? Did such a shocking thing really happen?"

"Professor, can I still ride in this carriage?"

Professor Slughorn has also seen other internationally renowned top weather spell masters use the same magic.

"Harry!" Professor Slughorn's voice seemed to be trembling, "Aha, such a coincidence?"

Professor Slughorn laughed in relief,

"But Albus convinced me. After all, he is in charge of Hogwarts, and you are the genius who personally defeated the mysterious man."

After thinking for a moment, Hermione nodded in realization and did not ask any more questions about the core secrets of the Order of the Phoenix.

In the carriage, Professor Slughorn was still enjoying pineapple preserves and mead, while two cups of black tea appeared in front of Harry and Hermione.

"Well...it's not that I can't say it, but it's a long story."

I'm scared, but I'm proud of it.

Being able to be the principal of such a school for such a long time, and being harsh on others and not liked by the students, Karkaroff must have a lot of strength.

And Harley not only showed the weather spell, but also showed her superb silent spellcasting, skillful wandless spellcasting and precise control of magic spells.

"He also successfully proved to me that the mysterious man has returned."

There is a coffee table between the two sofas, with pineapple preserves and an exquisite glass containing low-concentration mead on it.

Harry didn't answer directly, just smiled, and lightly snapped his fingers without even taking out his wand.

"Although Professor Dumbledore didn't say anything about Hagrid's identity and lineage, Hagrid is definitely the best candidate."

When he said this, Professor Slughorn couldn't help but trembled, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

Professor Slughorn hesitated for a moment, but chose to tell the truth.

"As a participant in the Six Wizards Tournament, you should know that Karkaroff, the principal of Durmstrang Magic School, escaped in the middle of the tournament."

The expression on Harley's face did not change, and she did not try to expose Professor Slughorn.

As he spoke, Professor Slughorn raised his head.

"To be honest, I'm not afraid of your jokes."

Otherwise, he would not have been able to become the principal of Durmstrang, a magic school that values ​​black magic, advocates force, and often has fights in the school.

Probably if a little-known student appeared outside the door, he would directly talk him out of the situation.

A lantern swayed out of the night not far away, and the lantern holder was an elderly witch.

Before she could say anything, she instantly felt a luxurious aura rushing towards her face.

"I sat down today to relive the memories of those years, and unexpectedly I bumped into you?"

However, in the distance, there was extremely bad weather on the road where the Hogwarts Express arrived.

"He died in a small Muggle village in Great Britain, and his body was discovered by Muggles."

But now such a wizard who was alive and kicking just a few months ago has died so quietly?

After carefully observing the two snowflakes, Professor Slughorn nodded and sighed,

"Now I believe you have the strength to compete with the mysterious man."

"You know, Karkaroff was also my student at the time." Professor Slughorn sighed and shook his head.

"I thought he would do something great in the future. After all, Karkaroff showed his cruelty when he was still a student...cough cough cough cough."

Harry and Hermione walked straight over. Harry knocked on the door and then opened the car door.

Well, if you ignore the giants and Death Eaters chasing behind them, and ignore the panic expressions on their faces, this picture will be even more perfect.

The tattered wooden chairs on the carriage disappeared and were replaced by a brown leather sofa.

"Obviously, Hogwarts is safer."

"But Professor Dumbledore showed me other evidence that this was a roundup of traitors by Death Eaters."

"And the mysterious man has been obscuring his past over the years. People like me who know him very well are destined to die in his eyes."

However, when he discovered that it was Harry outside, Professor Slughorn jumped up from the sofa in an instant, his face full of excitement and excitement.

"I was planning to start a career on the run in the UK, changing places to live every week to prevent myself from being killed by a mysterious man."

The heavy rain came in an instant, and the surrounding area was surrounded by a white curtain of rain, but the heavy rain perfectly avoided the location of the carriage.

<divclass="contentadv"> Moreover, the rain curtain was clearly mixed with white snowflakes. Both parties fell together from the same dark cloud, but they were distinct and did not interfere with each other.

When using the weather spell, she can perfectly limit its coverage and use the coverage to the extreme.

"We have been writing letters for so long, you can treat me as a friend."

A window instantly appeared on the carriage that was enchanted and could not be transformed, and the night outside could be clearly seen through the glass.

"Next to his body, there is also the Dark Mark that was once located on his left arm and was specially gouged out."

"Professor, what happened?"

Soon, with the assistance of their prefects, the students were off the train entirely.

"I believe Rita and Albus now."

After all the little wizards got into the carriage, Harry explained to Hermione in a low voice,

"Professor Dumbledore has always wanted to contact the giants and prevent them from joining Voldemort's camp."

Finally, Professor Slughorn couldn't help it anymore and brought the topic to what he wanted to know most:

"So Professor, because this happened, you chose to go to Hogwarts to take refuge?" Harley joked.

"I remember it was Professor Grampula," Harry whispered to Hermione.

Occasionally, a little wizard wanted to get on the carriage, but as soon as he put his head in, he was so frightened that he immediately backed out.

"As for the rest of the content, I think you can guess it yourself."

She originally thought that Professor Slughorn, who was known as a tough talker among the top potions masters, would deny this matter, but she didn't expect that the professor would calmly nod and admit it.

"Of course, of course!" Professor Slughorn said in a loud voice.

"There is no need to be so respectful to the professor, my dear boy."

"Of course, he showed up again recently, but something happened to him."

But they are unable to perform such precise operations, nor can they do whatever they want. They are far different from Harley.

"Yes, this is the reason why I came to Hogwarts." Professor Slughorn nodded,

"I haven't been in a carriage for a long time since I graduated from Hogwarts."

"Awesome weather spell. It turns out that you also cast the previous weather spell. I originally thought it was Albus who did it."

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(Thanks to the "book friend with tail number 8968" for the tip!)

(ps. Durmstrang is a secondary setting, but for a school that likes black magic so much, violence often breaks out...it's normal.)

Damn it, the arguments always fail to summarize the main points, damn it!