Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 218 Come Out

The Sphinx scratched the note from his mane and threw it on the ground angrily.

Write to contact?

What a letter!Feeling like a sphinx who can write letters?
And
How can there be any reason to write a letter to a wizard who is eyeing him with magic materials!

Sphinxes are magical creatures smarter than centaurs.

It hesitated, hesitated, and carefully picked up the note and stuffed it back into its mane. It couldn't give the wizard an excuse, in case he felt that he was insulting him by not taking the note, and then he did it to himself confidently. Woolen cloth?

Harry walked in.

It is a narrower trail with a left and right fork at the end.

He looked to the right, and a complex magic power fluctuated.

Putting himself on a layer of quinn, Harry walked away.

outside the maze.

Ludo's voice was choked with sobs: "Mr. Potter, he's close! He's always been keen and chose the right path. As long as you walk through this path, you can see the trophy after turning another corner."

The Gryffindors all clenched their fists and held their breath, for fear that the movement outside their maze would affect Harry's performance in the maze.

Petunia, Fenon, and Dudley rubbed their necks that were sore from lifting for a long time, but they were not willing to put their heads down at all, and stared at the curtain intently and meticulously.

Fernon turned pale.

Although at home, he would often tell Petunia that these freaks didn't know what dangerous things would be taught in school—but he was just talking, who knew it would be true.

They literally let 15 year olds deal with animals that looked like they were extremely dangerous.

He held Petunia's hand tightly.

There was fear in Dudley's eyes. He was very interested in Hogwarts at first, just in case, just in case, if only he could become a wizard.

But when he saw the fried-tailed snail, he felt a little regretful, such a big crab
Will you eat yourself?
And with such a big body, even if he could eat it, he would probably be stuffed to death.

Wizards are dangerous.

He thought that little wizards only need to eat and drink in Hogwarts and copy their cousin's homework.

In the maze.

Harry walked on, turned the corner, and saw the top three trophy at the end of the road, in the middle of the maze.

The distance between him and it was less than 50 meters.

As long as you bring it back by yourself, the Triwizard Tournament is over.

Can.
What about the Death Eaters?

Because they caught Cobain Yaxley themselves, they gave up the plan and threw away all the things they had prepared for a year?
Does Senior Tom still have time to prepare for these things?
Or
Can he still have the patience to wait?

Harry walked slowly in the maze, for materials and to avoid possible traps set by the Death Eaters, but he encountered nothing, like a normal trial.

The closer he gets, the slower he goes.

Ludo was a little anxious, and was so angry that he kept patting the table: "What is Mr. Potter doing, it's only a little bit!"

"No magical beasts, and no other warriors interfering."

Victory is so close, why is it getting slower?

For every minute he delays, he may lose a thousand Galleons!
Hurry up!
He couldn't convey his emotions to Harry, so he could only watch Harry, almost step by step, step by step, walking a distance of 50 meters for three to four minutes.

He stood in front of the top three trophy.

The breath of dozens of spells lingered on the golden double-eared trophy.

There were the usual Strong, Dustproof Charms, and some Beauty Charms that Harry had seen but wouldn't waste time learning.

Harry waved his wand.

Feedback, there aren't any dangerously vicious curses on the trophy.

In front of the chest, the amulet is also quiet.

There was no uneasiness in my intuition.

He stretched out his hand and touched the top three trophy.

outside the maze.

Ludo's cheers were deafening. He waved his wand and enlarged Harry's curtain. The alchemy props produced by George and Fred faltered for a moment, and then immediately catered to the curtain again and filled the screen.

"Harry Potter!"

"A warrior from Hogwarts, he is about to win the top three trophy, please check the time, it only takes 32 minutes and [-] seconds!"

"In 10 minutes, he won the cup!"

There were shouts of cheers and sighs from the audience.

It was one of Mr. Bagman's bets.

"Will Mr. Potter become the first person to win the trophy of the top three, and how long will it take?"

Ludo smiled happily. The result of 15 minutes away and within 10 minutes had already earned him more than 3000 Galleons.

He continued to yell, with a proud tone, and he no longer had the previous sense of anxiety: "At Mr. Potter's previous speed, it is foreseeable that he will definitely return within 10 minutes."

"It depends on what Mr. Klum and Miss Delacour can do for him"

His words faltered suddenly, and he stared at the curtain in disbelief. The unspoken words in his throat made him cough violently.

On the referee's seat, Dumbledore also stood up abruptly, his face extremely serious.

There was a sudden silence in the auditorium, the air was sucked away in an instant, and it was like a vacuum here.

On the curtain, what happened in the maze was projected.

The moment Harry's hands touched the trophy, they twisted and disappeared.

"Where did Harry go?" Petunia was stunned and stammered, "Is this normal?"

Hermione clenched her fists and shook her head: "No, I'm afraid not."

"Where's Harry?" Fernon gestured to his nephew, "Why did he suddenly disappear?"

Hermione went on to explain: "Portkey."

"The three-strong trophy was turned into a portkey and took Harry away."

As she said that, she paused: "It's teleportation, Harry was teleported to another place."

Ron lowered his voice: "It's the Death Eaters' conspiracy!"

Outside the maze, Snape, who was acting as an emergency rescuer, gritted his teeth, turned his head sharply, and looked at the referee's seat. There were only two people in his eyes - Dumbledore with a serious and terrifying expression, and Karkaroff who was slightly gloating.

He strode away.

Bastard two!

Why wasn't one discovered beforehand?

Another reason why he has been reluctant to make up his mind and has been refusing to contact the Death Eaters!

It turned out like this!

Portkey doesn't feel good.

The navel was pulled, and the world was twisted and turned.

Fortunately, Harry had already experienced it once, so he wouldn't be as dizzy as the first time—almost at the moment of teleportation, he raised his hand and put the Quin Seal on himself.

Blink to the ground.

Before Harry could see where he was, his eyes were filled with red and orange lights—nearly ten spells were shot at him.

Crash.

The shield that was put on his body just now shattered.

In the senses, the magic power is surging in the front, while the left, right and rear are empty.

He immediately rolled back to dodge, and at the same time repaired the Quinn shield for himself again, waved his wand with his right hand, and put the armor on his body.

The curse is like waves layer upon layer, one round after another, impervious to attack.

The shield that was just added was shattered again in less than three seconds
However, this less than three seconds was enough to buy Harry time to breathe.

He surveyed his surroundings.

I was taken by the Portkey to a cemetery overgrown with weeds, only a few dimly lit torches were lit in the distance. Outside the cemetery, there was a tall fir tree, a low chapel, and , dilapidated house.

familiar environment.

Harry had been here not so long ago.

Old Riddle House in Little Hangleton.

The spells were still hitting, but not very accurately, most of them grazing Harry's body and hitting the ground, sending up a cloud of smoke.

And
These spells seem so harmless.

He fell into a coma, everything was petrified, and even the most threatening thing was "Cruciatus", not even a killing curse.

Dodging and rolling a few times, Harry hid behind a tombstone, and several spells followed, knocking the stone tablet shaking, and cracks spread from the blow.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

Someone roared and uttered a spell.

Harry waved his wand, and several nearby tombstones twisted and coalesced in front of his hiding place, turning into a huge stone slab, which met the spell and was blown to pieces.

There are twelve enemies.

Most of them are Harry's "acquaintances", these people have had a chance at the Quidditch World Cup.

There was only one person missing—the person suspected of being "Barty Crouch Jr.", he didn't appear here.

The curse is still coming continuously.

They were smart this time, in groups of six, casting spells at him non-stop.

Harry was about to fight back.

A sharp and harsh voice sounded: "Alright, alright, stop. Since you didn't succeed in the sneak attack immediately, you should stop. Mr. Potter is not the kind of rotten fish and rotten shrimp that are easy to deal with."

The voice is familiar.

It was the voice heard in Quirrell's head in first grade.

It was Voldemort's voice.

"Senior Tom." Harry whistled and responded, "So you planned for a year to send me here with a Portkey at the last moment of the Triwizard Tournament."

"Come from your father Tom Riddle's grave."

The voice came, with anger: "Mr. Potter, it seems that you know a lot?"

"I know more than you think, I'm afraid." Harry replied softly, "For example, when you were still at Hogwarts, you would sneak into the women's bathroom every night."

The aura of the twelve Death Eaters fluctuated slightly.

"For another example, when you just graduated, you used your beauty to seduce an old lady in her 60s, and cheated from her."

The breath of the Death Eaters fluctuated even more.

"Enough!" Voldemort interrupted him angrily, "Mr. Potter, I didn't expect you to talk behind your back like a witch."

Harry replied, "I'm just recounting what you've done."

"Those are not important." Voldemort's tone was as slow as possible, "Mr. Potter, I don't want to be your enemy."

"Is it because you think you're not my opponent now?" Harry interrupted him and asked bluntly.

The Breath of the Death Eaters wavered like a pirate ship.

Voldemort was taken aback, he collected his emotions, ignored the question, and continued: "How about we make a deal?"

"You seem to be looking for Avalon?"

This unremarkable question pierced Harry's chest like an arrow.

How did he know?
Someone told him the news, who was it?
Snape, Professor Dumbledore's old lover, or someone else who I don't know, who may have a relationship with Voldemort in private?
No no no.
You have to trust them yourself.

Is that another possibility?

Harry replied briskly: "How could I not be interested in a place that the Big Four were pursuing back then."

"Like you, I followed the example of the Big Four and followed in their footsteps to find Avalon." Voldemort said with some complacency in his tone.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, it was the information in the relics of the Big Four.

"Of course, I am much better than them." Voldemort's voice became more and more proud, "I not only found the place that none of the four of them found, but I also went in."

Harry narrowed his eyes slightly, but said nothing.

Voldemort fell silent too.

The silent atmosphere was deadlocked, and they were all waiting for the other to speak.

Voldemort couldn't bear it first: "Mr. Potter, don't you wonder what's in Avalon?"

"Oh, what's the matter?" Harry said calmly, sounding like "well, well, just say what you want".

Voldemort called: "Mr. Potter, hiding behind a tombstone is not the way to talk."

"Come out please?"

"Let's face each other."

Harry sneered: "The Portkey teleported me here, and a bunch of spells attacked me before I landed. I don't think this is the attitude that I should have in welcoming me."

"After all, we were not friends before." Voldemort was not at all embarrassed, "but you prove your ability, maybe we can try to become friends."

Harry sneered: "You are really bullying."

"Do you want to use Avalon's news to exchange something with me?"

"Cobain Yaxley told me that your plan this year is to get me, but what you want is not my life?"

The Death Eaters were restless.

Cobain Yaxley?

Has that honorable lord betrayed the great Dark Lord?

"I need your blood." Voldemort said bluntly, "come out, just a drop or two, and I will give everything I know."

"Where's Avalon?"

"What's in Avalon?"

Speaking of this, he paused a little: "I can tell you something in advance, in Avalon, there seems to be an ancestor of your Potter family."

"He has snake-like eyes, just like you."

Snake eyes?

Witcher?
Geralt?
"Don't hide your thoughts from me." Voldemort sneered, "I know far more than you think, Big Four? You wanted to find Avalon because of that ancestor, right? .”

"How about it?"

"I think this deal is fair."

"I just want a drop or two of your blood."

As he said that, he paused, increased the bewitching tone in his tone, and continued to shout: "Mr. Potter, come out, take a good look at me, and see how weak I am, I can no longer do anything to you."

"I also assure you that I will not let my men attack you."

"Come out."

(End of this chapter)