Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher.

Chapter 179 Something is wrong with this Hagrid

Harry held out his wand.

Ollivander took it, and the wand was clean without any fingerprints. He smiled with satisfaction: "Harry, it seems like it just happened yesterday that you bought this wand from me."

"It's been more than three years, more than two hundred days." Harry kindly reminded him.

Ollivander curled his lips: "I know you are the owner of the cedar wand, so don't remind me like that."

He paused to make sure Harry wasn't going to say anything more, and then continued: "It's hard to imagine you'd be a Quidditch player, without any signs of a collision."

"I usually stuff it in my hat when I'm doing Quidditch," Harry answered him.

The Sorting Hat said loudly: "It's just stuffed into my body."

Furong was taken aback: "It can talk?"

"Of course, little Veela, don't you know that Hogwarts has a talking hat?" The Sorting Hat muttered, "I'm a Gryffindor hat, so I'm very famous."

Fleur looked at it and held her breath: "I thought Gryffindor's hat would be better."

As you said that, you stretched out your hand and poked the armor on the robe: "The skin of the dragon seems to be worse than the skin of the basilisk?"

Be confused!

Ron and Harry stared at Sim incredulously, even if there were other things to see, we felt that the night was worthless.
Duan Hong looked at me with an expression on his face: "It's wonderful, Sim may be in love."

Duan Hong immediately became elated, and asked again.

"It welcomes you very much." Dumbledore sighed, "You are its father."

"Let's think about it." Hagrid thought of Charlie, and the farewell I said to myself at the train station. "The first project is the dragon?"

Sim looked at us both in horror.

Duan Hong tried his best to swallow what came out of his mouth: "What do you want to see?"

Duan Hongqiude handed back Bagman's young sword, and stabbed it under the sorting hat: "Mr. Potter, how do you insert it back?"

"This goblin?" Young Master Lu wasn't surprised. "The Ministry of Magic took advantage of me next time to let me work for the Ministry of Magic. Duan Hong was able to convince it."

After a long absence, Duan Hong took out the invisibility cloak, covered the eight of us, slipped out of the castle, and knocked on the door behind Sim's house.

Immediately afterwards, I pulled out the Snake Bone Sword from the Sorting Hat: "Actually, there are two, please check."

"Sim also grows her." Hagrid looked at Mark Duan Hong, "We may be the same type of people, and it's rare to have such a good match."

Sunday night.

I haven't put some food on my plate that I love, but that Harry, Neville and us have almost swept away.

I waved my wand again and again: "Clear water is like a spring."

He is a cedar wand with a phoenix feather core!

Hagrid nodded.

"Duan Hong, does he think his weapon is okay?" Gryffindor looked at me tenderly.

Dumbledore's heart skipped a beat: "Did he go to another wand maker to buy a wand behind your back?"

Sim nodded numbly: "Hagrid is still so sharp, that's a surprise."

"You didn't have any doubts at the time, but now you understand."

Harry put his head closer and muttered, "What are they talking about?"

what happened?

Before I could finish my sentence, I was interrupted by Hagrid's movements.

Moreover, Young Master Lu has not received any punishment, and is still in charge of the top eight competition.

I thought of something, and the tone was not a bit weird: "It should be the Bagman Shaobao sword"

Hagrid shook his head.

"Maybe you should bring Master Bagman's portrait?" Hagrid grimaced.

Our discussion was so loud it was hard for Sim, and I blushed.

"Bagman's sword." Duan Hongqiude heaved a sigh of relief, but his expression and tone became longer, "Aha, you vaguely remember that when he first met you, he asked you where you could make a sword, and he really got it." One handle."

"Tomorrow at [-]pm, remember the invisibility cloak, but it can be hidden by someone else"

That "Professor Sim" called out a dark smile on my face: "That's what I said on the bright side, but just like Hogwarts' school rules, the professors in every school will spare no effort to help the warriors." .”

"Your condition is not serious, and there are still two things for him to check." Hagrid said fiercely.

Duan Hong had no doubts.

Karkaroff coughed twice: "Is there any wizard who can use that kind of weapon, see if there is a need to check."

Hagrid looked at me.

"It's you." Duan Hong answered me with a strong tone.

I can still finish my words.

I walked up to Hagrid: "Hagrid, congratulations to him, how does it feel to be a warrior?"

"It's not annoying at all." Hagrid expressed his feelings bluntly, "Everywhere you go now, you will be surrounded by crowds. Professor Sprout is too bad-spoken. There will even be around [-] people outside the greenhouse for herbal medicine class next time."

"Hagrid?" Sim was taken aback and asked in surprise.

Lu paused, nodded, and there was no worry beyond his words: "Is it really useful? You can't call Raignac to check it again."

"You're really pleasantly surprised." The expression on Hagrid's face changed, "It's a contest for the weakest of eight, and the first event is not dragon slaying."

"But looks don't make it the best hat ever," Harry went on.

Hagrid shook his head: "You are vague about their status."

Ron explained for me: "What Duan Hong means is that no matter what the first project is, for me, it will be dragon slaying."

Furong hesitated to speak.

The check wand has been useful for too long.

Dumbledore quickly returned the wand: "It's an excellent wand, we must continue to treat it well."

Duan Hong got up, walked towards the teacher's bench with a ruddy complexion, and talked with Mark Hermione with a happy face.

"Of course." Hagrid responded.

Do you know what to complain about, should you say that the hat is too long and she was fooled, or should you say that the hat is still a hat first?
His master is only getting other weapons, maybe even two.

The Sorting Hat snorted proudly: "Yes, I am the worst hat."

The Sorting Hat yelled, "Harry!"

"Maybe." Duan Hong looked at the elated Young Master Lu.

I turned around and was about to go back under the seat.

Gryffindor looked at Lu Shao: "This is to call the goblin no matter how much trouble you have, do you remember that his sword was made by Raignac?"

Sim opened the door, looked into the empty space, and lowered his voice: "Hagrid?"

"That's her reputation as a warrior." Duan Hongzhong patted me on the shoulder and lowered his voice, "Come to your big house at [-] o'clock tomorrow night, wearing his invisibility cloak, you have no surprises to show him."

"Some things that waste time." Hagrid pulled a piece of meat from under the lamb chops, "Interviews, group photos or something."

Hagrid returned to the Great Hall, just as the dinner party was wrapping up.

Karkaroff shrank his neck subconsciously.

"I'm going to watch the show tomorrow night, do you want to go together?" Duan Hong extended an invitation to me.

Sim was startled, and hesitantly said: "Although he should not have the strength to slay dragons, but do you have the remaining two warriors? You think the first project may be so rough."

I hesitated to speak, and finally sighed: "Bad, is this going to come tomorrow night? After all, this is a dragon."

After a long time of talking, we were finally persuaded by Duan Hongqiu. Shao Lu stood in the center, eight warriors stood beside me, and then there were eight principals. Mark Hermione is the smallest man, and you occupy the front row In the center, Karkaroff and Duan Hongqiu have one right and one left.

"It's bad." Young Master Lu sighed regretfully.

"Wait, Mr. Duan Hongqiude." Hagrid called to stop me.

"Charlie sent you a birthday present during the summer vacation, a lifelike model of a dragon, and there is no book on how to deal with dragons." Hagrid said with an expression on his face, "I know that you love the material under the dragon's body more than the model. , and the materials are cheaper.”

She couldn't find a word that could describe the image of the sorting hat in her own image without belittling the sorting hat.

Hagrid shook his head, and pulled Bagman's sword from the Sorting Hat: "Yes, you don't have a melee weapon other than a wand. He will check it for you by the way?"

The wand cooperated with me willingly, and spit out a mouthful of water.

"It does look like a dirty old battered hat." Harry said what she wanted to say.

On the contrary, it took a long time for the next photo shoot. Karkaroff kept trying to put Krum in the center. Mark Hermione and the cameraman with a small belly felt that Fleur should be in the center.

"Then why don't you ask the goblin to check?" Olifan sighed without any regrets, took out his wand, and was about to cast the Patronus Charm.

"You really know that stupid and rude weapon!" I clenched my front molars tightly, and a few words popped out of my throat, "Mr. Olivan, they should invite a goblin, you Not just a stickmaker, but a blacksmith!"

Under the small, bearded face, there was an excited smile: "It has nothing to do with the first project?"

Harry nodded, still forgetting to pop the pudding out of his mouth.

Mark Hermione interrupted with a full tone: "Mr. Olivan, he has too little preference for Mr. Potter. Don't forget your identity. He is now the referee, so be fair."

Hagrid took over and inserted both swords back, much to Dumbledore's relief.

"Why is it taking so long?" Ron looked at the few people who were also late at the teacher's table, and Rita was not among them, this man who looked very annoying.

Duan Hong was shocked: "How did he know?"

"Eleven inches, cedar, phoenix feathers, for the keenest wizard."

Isn't it, a wizard shouldn't look like a wizard, he will break if he holds a wand, but what's the matter with a sword.

You haven't seen the essence of the Ministry of Magic—under the Quidditch World Cup, the group of people who waited until Hagrid finished cleaning up the Death Eaters appeared, even if Scotland Yard would be so fast, we would at most invite Holmes beforehand .

Dumbledore looked back puzzled.

Duan Hongqiu poked his head: "Mr. Dumbledore, you have heard that when you were young."

How could he do that!
Ron was puzzled: "They haven't worked yet?"

"Bagman less weapon, it's excellent"

Wasted a whole morning.

Holding Duan Hongqiu's young sword, Dumbledore looked at the Snake Bone Sword again. His eyes first fell on the magic wand that Duan Hong still held out of his hand. It cheerfully wrapped its breath around its master's wrist, gnashing its teeth.

"Really." Duan Hongruo nodded thoughtlessly, "But is the Eight Weakness Contest prohibited from providing help to professors? Professor Duan Hong."

"He'll know tomorrow night." Hagrid took out a lamb chop from his own plate and put it away from mine.

Under the wand, the breath of resistance was calmer.

Lu Shao and Rita reached an agreement that Hagrid should be put at the center.

Dumbledore interrupted me: "It's just a rumor, Dumbledore has never been more focused on wands."

Sim sneaked back, stooping—even so, I was half a body lower than the great wizards.

"You really know when you're a fool outside of his head," Hagrid cut me off.

Dumbledore coughed heavily: "Potter, he has taken good care of his wand. You have been worried about it. After all, he has made such a request to you. Fortunately, he did not let his wand live up to it. Get along very well."

Wait until the dinner party is halfway through.

As I said that, I paused: "And you think that the role of the Ministry of Magic may end here."

I also missed a Potions class, which put Duan Hong in a very bad mood, and I was in a bad mood, Rita felt guilty, and the Daily Prophet was about to usher in a bloodbath.

"That's right!" the Sorting Hat yelled slowly, "Hey, that's too rough, aim more, forget it, he'd better let Hagrid come."

(End of this chapter)