Hogwarts: Harry Potter’s Return from the Witcher World

Snape seemed to have not slept the entire night.

Less than an hour later, Hedwig returned, bringing back his reply.

Parsley has a certain inhibitory effect on werewolves, but this is not some hidden or unknown fact. Similar records can be found in very ancient potion books—though, of course, it was only after reading Harry's letter that Snape remembered he had seen it many years ago.

However, the effect is minimal.

Ancient wizards discovered that studying parsley was far less convenient than studying how to hunt werewolves.

By modern times, wizards had followed the ancient wizards' approach, focusing on werewolf hunting.

This was indeed a rather good research direction.

As the sky gradually brightened, the sun began to rise.

Lupin transformed back into his human form once again, sitting on the ground, naked.

Sirius handed him some clothes and comforted him, "Remus, it's okay. This is just the first method."

After a pause, he pulled out some underwear from his pocket. "And it's not entirely ineffective, just not as good. But at least it's an idea."

"Thank you." Lupin softly replied as he dressed, "But I'm not that fragile."

They returned home.

Harry continued corresponding with Snape about the "Wolf's Disease."

Hermione provided written support for them—often, Snape and Harry didn't have as much time to read as Hermione did.

Even during the summer, Professor McGonagall had no hesitation in handing Hermione the time-turner—this young witch was the most trusted person in Gryffindor, bar none. Even Mr. Potter was not worthy of such trust.

Sirius seemed to be falling in love, sending more letters in the past half-month, borrowing Hedwig several times, which irritated the owl so much that it pecked him hard on the head each evening.

This forced Sirius to buy his own owl.

Harry and Lupin were curious when they saw the sender's name—"Dumbledore." Both immediately lost interest.

By the end of July.

Harry had finally spent a full month with the Dursleys.

They packed their things, leaving behind the two dog beds, which had been enchanted to remain clean.

"Apparition?" Harry asked. "Or the motorcycle?"

"Someone will come pick us up," Sirius rubbed his hands, setting his suitcase down on the street. "You can't imagine what Professor Dumbledore has gotten up to this summer."

Harry remained expressionless. "I've seen your letters."

"You can't guess what Dumbledore borrowed from me," Sirius quickly became excited again.

Harry sized him up. "You only have money, but Dumbledore clearly doesn't lack that."

"As for other things—"

Lupin also tried to puzzle it out. He realized that aside from having money and being a really good friend, Sirius didn't seem to have much else. What could Dumbledore have borrowed from him?

"Is it your house?" Harry suddenly asked.

Sirius froze, looking uncomfortable. "How did you guess?"

"Dumbledore wants to gather people to deal with Tom Riddle, to find those things. He needs a gathering place." Harry explained simply. "Hogwarts won't work; it's a school."

"Our home, or anyone else's home, won't do."

"As for Professor Dumbledore... I really doubt he even has a home."

"After thinking it through, since he asked you to borrow something, it must be the Black family home."

Sirius mumbled, "Harry, you're still so sharp."

"It's here," Harry looked up toward the sky.

Sirius and Lupin followed his gaze, but the sky was empty, nothing in sight—not even a passing owl.

Harry's gaze slowly lowered.

Across the street, with a soft "thud," something gently landed.

Magic overflowed, and the air swirled and dissipated, revealing a royal blue car in their view.

With a "click," Arthur opened the car door and stepped out, waving to them. "Harry, Sirius, haha, didn't expect it to be me picking you up, huh?"

"Arthur!" Sirius eagerly approached. "Did you fly here with the car?"

Harry greeted politely, "Uncle Arthur."

Arthur gave a simple response to Harry, then eagerly began to show off, "Of course, this is the flying car I told you about. How do you like it?"

"The model is a bit off," Sirius hesitated. "A bit too old-fashioned."

Arthur looked confused. "Model?"

"Cars, just like clothes, come in different styles?" Sirius was incredulous.

Arthur lowered his voice, "I used a few... slightly shady methods to get this car."

He noticed both Harry and Sirius's sharp and strange looks.

"I paid for it," Arthur immediately clarified, speaking very seriously.

Sirius nodded.

Harry's gaze remained sharp.

Arthur, embarrassed, added, "I admit, I'm a bit unclear about Muggle money, but I made sure to count it with that person. No problem."

They continued discussing.

The car door opened again.

A witch with gray-black hair and a heart-shaped face struggled to open the door, finally managing. "Mr. Weasley, could you make it simpler next time?"

"This thing is so hard to open."

She leaned her head out, looking past the car, and her hair immediately changed to a bright, vibrant violet. She raised her hand and waved cheerfully, "Professor Lupin, long time no see!"

Sirius reluctantly took his eyes off Arthur and the old Ford and looked at the girl.

"Remus, she's..." He was surprised, his tone distorted.

As Remus Lupin's only close friend, he had no idea Lupin knew such a cute young lady.

Lupin was about to speak.

Harry cut in, "This is Nymphadora Tonks, my senior. She graduated last summer before I joined, a well-known figure in Hufflepuff."

"Though we haven't met, I've heard of her from others, especially George and Fred."

Tonks tilted her head. "They mentioned me?"

"The great prank queen! The unpredictable Boggart!" Harry said, emotionless, mimicking George and Fred's tone. "A great milestone in the history of Hogwarts pranks."

"No, please stop," Tonks interrupted, covering her head and stomach with her hands, also hiding her feet. "Mr. Potter, stop, it's too embarrassing."

"George and Fred's language skills definitely need improvement," Harry swallowed the rest of the words, "but they do have a good eye for people."

Tonks looked like she had given up on life, her hair turning a deep sea-green. "If I get a chance to meet them..."

"Uncle Arthur's here," Harry coughed twice to remind her.

Tonks immediately smiled sweetly, "I'll give them some life advice, from a six-year senior."

Arthur's eyes looked strange.

"I think they probably don't need it," Harry whispered back.

Tonks froze.

"Don't you know they have a shop in Diagon Alley?" Harry asked her.

Tonks took a deep breath and looked at Arthur. "The Weasley Wizard Wheezes shop is George and Fred's?"

"I think in the wizarding world, we're the only Weasleys," Arthur shrugged helplessly.

Tonks looked awkward. "Sorry, but really..."

The Weasley family was almost synonymous with "poverty." Anything related to galleons or even sickles wouldn't make one think of "Weasley," even if the joke shop clearly had a sign saying "Weasley Wizard Wheezes."

"I understand, I understand," Arthur nodded with a sigh. "In fact, many people don't believe it's really George and Fred who made it."

"Several hundred galleons a month."

Tonks clutched her chest in pain. She had just graduated six years ago, and after going through Auror training, she became a full Auror, earning a salary of sixty galleons per month.

Look at them!

They were still in Hogwarts, hadn't even graduated yet, and now they were successful shop owners.

"And how did you meet Remus?" Sirius interrupted, squinting his eyes, scrutinizing Tonks like a father.

Tonks actually liked this, standing up straight and answering obediently. "I met Remus at the joke shop. Auror training was really boring, so I had to find some fun."

"Weasley joke—"

Sirius interrupted her, stressing a word: "Brothers."

"Weasley Brothers' joke products are very good," Tonks immediately corrected. "And very novel, with solid quality. I frequent it, and over time, I got familiar with Remus."

Sirius nodded thoughtfully. "So, what do you think of Remus?"

Tonks' hair suddenly turned red, covering her slightly flushed face and ears. "What do you mean? He... he's always very serious at work, very patient, and knows a lot about everything."

"No, I'm not asking about his work. I'm asking what you think of him as a person," Sirius shook his head vigorously. "Personality, looks, and such."

"Don't worry about his income. Don't worry, he has me and Harry. He's not short on money."

Lupin couldn't hold back anymore and walked over, pressing Sirius' head down. "Alright, Mr. Black, it's not gossip time. Shouldn't we be leaving soon?"

He looked at Arthur.

Arthur's face turned serious. "Actually, I'm curious too, Sirius—"

"Weasley?" Lupin called his last name, as he did with Sirius.

When someone who used to call your name affectionately suddenly addresses you so formally, it's definitely a sign of danger.

Arthur didn't hesitate and corrected himself, "The time's getting late, we really should head out. Molly's cooking, and it'll be just about time when we arrive."

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