Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Water Margin

Chapter 16 Scarface's Bloodstained Thief Demon

Harry, after hearing Legnark's words, asked in confusion, "Why is it an ordinary weapon? What if it's an extraordinary weapon?"

"Oh dear~ the famous wizard savior~ Mr. Potter, came to the goblin to forge a weapon, but he knows nothing about it."

"Didn't your parents teach you the basics of the magical world—ugh!"

Before he could finish speaking, Harry had already shoved his wand up his throat and roared:

"You lousy bastard, so glib and pretentious, you're clearly a dog who can't produce anything decent!"

Knowing Harry's fiery temper, Flitwick quickly pulled him aside. "Don't be impulsive, Harry. I don't know another goblin blacksmith."

Regnac broke free and retreated to a corner, panting heavily. Just as he was about to catch his breath, he saw a flash of white light, and a watermelon knife grazed his ear and stuck into the wall, nearly making his heart jump out of his chest.

Harry snapped, "If you dare utter those sarcastic remarks again, I won't spare you!"

Seeing that Harry Zhenge was determined to kill him, Legnack didn't dare to put on airs and simply used ordinary and extraordinary weapons to counter him.

It turns out that these demons were born with excellent blacksmithing skills. When they blasted the iron, they infused it with some magic, which made even ordinary weapons take on a strange quality.

Like that Gryffindor sword, though less than a meter long, it is made of the finest mithril, forged through a hundred refinements, and is specifically designed to counter evil black magic.

Harry was secretly amazed upon hearing this and said, "If that's the case, then I'll forge an extraordinary weapon."

"If you need any rare or precious materials, that's fine too. I will certainly not shortchange you with gold and silver."

Legnac was satisfied with what he heard, but still shook his head, "It's not enough."

Harry frowned. "Why isn't that enough?"

Legnack rubbed his hands together, forcing a smile that revealed his cunning. "Mr. Potter, crafting a truly unique weapon requires not only a lot of gold, but also a great deal of effort from the blacksmith..."

He glanced at Flitwick again, his eyes burning with desire as he looked at the wand in his hand. "You should know that a wand is a wonderful tool that can amplify magic a thousandfold, but the fairies dare not wield it."

"Mr. Potter, if you really want a weapon comparable to the Sword of Gryffindor—oh, why not lend me your wand for a moment?"

Legnac went on and on about the word "magic wand."

Harry may be young in stature, but he is shrewd in spirit. He had heard Flitwick talk about the Lich War, so how could he not know that Legnark was treacherous and harbored evil intentions?

Upon hearing this, Flitwick's eyes also swelled with anger.

Damn it! These demons still won't give up! They're still clinging to that illusory dream of a counterattack!

He was about to issue a warning when he saw Harry's eyes turn fierce. Harry pulled the watermelon knife from the wall, kicked Legnark to the ground, and shouted:

"You wicked vixen, do you think I'm a three-year-old child? Today I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!"

Harry grabbed his pointed ear and slashed it off with a single stroke, drawing blood.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

Legnak howled and rolled around on the ground, while Flitwick stared in disbelief, his mouth agape.

Harry held a long-eared dog in his left hand and a sharp knife in his right, his body splattered with bloodstains, looking like a little demon.

He shouted, "This one ear will teach you a lesson! If you don't behave, I'll cut your head off too!"

"If you're not satisfied, go ahead and report me to the Ministry of Magic!"

Legnac was terrified. He had intended to probe the wizarding world and find out the details of the Lich Wars, but instead he had stumbled upon the great worm.

Now, not only has he lost an ear, but the Ministry of Magic has also learned of his words, and the fairy race has also been implicated.

He pleaded repeatedly, "Mr. Potter! Great savior! Please forgive Legnac for his momentary lapse in judgment!"

Harry ignored him and found paper and pen, writing down the shape, length, width, and thickness of the weapon, saying:

"If I don't see any weapons by the time I'm with you for two months, I'll rip your heart and liver out and make soup for you, Professor!"

After saying that, he turned and walked away.

Flitwick was stunned for a moment before he recovered. He looked at Legnack and said, "Go to the hospital before tonight, and you can still have your ear reattached."

Legnac ignored him and continued shouting.

After Flitwick left, he shut his mouth, picked up his ear, and his eyes burned with rage.

Harry and Flitwick emerged from the crypt and laughed, "The scenery above ground is so beautiful, yet that goblin chose to live his life underground."

When Flitwick saw that Harry could still laugh and talk even after cutting off the goblin's ear, he found it absurd and bizarre.

He hesitated for a moment, then said, "Harry, why...why did you do that just now?"

Harry asked, puzzled, "Why do you say that, Professor? That fellow has humiliated you time and time again, and he even wants to challenge the Lich King to a second war. Such a cunning fellow, cutting off one of his ears is already a lenient punishment."

Flitwick blinked. So, Harry is so angry because of me?

He felt a surge of joy, only regretting that he hadn't introduced Harry to Ravenclaw.

"Hey, Harry, you'd better tone it down a bit. The last time I saw a little wizard as fierce as you was when the Man of Victoire was running rampant."

"Back then, if people didn't act ruthlessly, they might be persecuted by the Death Eaters. But it's different now; the wizarding world is very safe."

Harry shook his head and said, "Be prepared for danger even in times of peace."

This was an Old English phrase. Flitwick was taken aback at first, then pondered for a moment, and finally gave his approval.

Looking back on those glorious and arduous years, Flitwick also unleashed a fierce and ruthless spell in the dueling arena. When was there a day without severed arms and broken limbs? It was precisely this kind of fierce fighting that forged him into a dueling master.

Having served at Hogwarts for several years, he has lost his fighting spirit and murderous intent. If he were to return to the dueling arena, he would likely be defeated by a newcomer.

Flitwick sighed. "Harry, you always manage to say things that make this old man think."

Harry laughed and said, "Children say the darndest things, Professor, please don't take offense."

They chatted for a while, then Harry put his hand on Flitwick's arm and returned to Hogwarts in an instant.

Seeing the castle brightly lit, Flitwick laughed and said, "It seems we haven't wasted too much time; we can still make it in time for dinner."

Harry chuckled, "I have to have a few drinks with the professor tonight."

They chatted and laughed as they returned to the castle, but before they even entered the dining room, a tabby cat leaped down from the statue and transformed into McGonagall's likeness.

"Professor Flitwick."

"Oh, good evening, McGonagall. Harry and I are done with our work."

McGonagall's expression was complicated as she said, "Mr. Potter, please come to the Headmaster's office. Professor Dumbledore wants to see you."

Harry rubbed his stomach and said, "What does the headmaster want with me? Why are you in such a hurry? Let me fill my stomach first."

McGonagall flared her nostrils, suppressing her anger, and said, "So you have nothing to say about insulting Professor Snape?"

"I'm really curious why Severus didn't deduct any points from your score!"