Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 219 Death
Harry put the Quen Seal on himself, and cast his armor to protect himself.

Dim light.

He has only a bleak moonlight.

Wand waved.

The man came out from behind the tombstone and stood upright.

The Death Eaters were about to move, they held their wands, as if they were expecting something.

"Yes, that's it, Harry, we can have a good talk." Voldemort's voice was full of bewitching, he beckoned, "Why don't you come closer?"

"I'm so weak right now, I can't keep talking so loudly, come closer."

"We have a good time, talking with our hearts and hearts."

As the Death Eaters watched, the man who stepped out from behind the tombstone hesitated, stepped forward, and walked towards them, his robe shaking and the sorting hat twitching at his waist.

The look in their eyes became hotter.

Voldemort's voice was pleasantly surprised: "Mr. Potter, you are very wise to make such a choice, I miss us."

As the person got closer and closer, his voice became smaller and smaller.

Sudden.

Several Death Eaters waved their wands together, and the nearby stone tablet twisted and changed. They worked together to create a huge cage, and imprisoned those who hadn't had time to see it clearly.

The others raised their wands.

There will be a silent spell, cast silently.

If there is no silent mantra, read the mantra out loud.

Red light and orange light flew out together, and this time, as they wished, they hit the figure in the cage with incomparable precision, and fell to the ground with a thud, splashing a burst of smoke and dust.

hit?
So simple?
The Death Eaters were pleasantly surprised, someone trotted forward, trying to move "Potter" out of the cage.

"Fool! Fool!" cried Voldemort sharply. "It's the work of the Transfiguration Curse."

"Transfiguration Spell!"

"He was born in Gryffindor, and you didn't even guard against him!"

"A bunch of idiots!"

The Death Eaters trembled, they stood in fear, trembling, not daring to speak.

"It seems that Senior Tom, you didn't plan to have a serious talk with me." Harry's words came from behind the tombstone, sarcastically and indifferently, "An old man in his 70s cheated on a child?"

Voldemort screamed, "Damn it! Get him!"

The Death Eaters raised their wands again.

The curse continued to be released toward the tombstone.

A white figure who looked short compared to people suddenly jumped out from behind the tombstone.

The Death Eaters subconsciously wanted to cast a spell on it.

But at the critical moment, stop.

The precedent comes first, and that is also a deformed creation.

Mr. Potter didn't seem to resist anymore, no deformed creatures resisted their spells, nor did they fight back, just letting his hiding place be blown away by dozens of spells.

Smoke billows.

A Death Eater waved his wand and called out the wind, revealing the place—empty, except for scattered and crumbling tombstones, just blown-out, head-sized craters.

nobody.

What about people?

Apparation?

Not to mention that they had cast "Shadow Lock" a long time ago, and Mr. Potter was only 15 years old, not yet old enough to learn this spell.

Someone turned his head, following the white shadow that ran out from behind the tombstone just now.

"Potter's there!" he exclaimed, and the others turned their heads to look.

That white figure was a white wolf. It opened its mouth, and the wand it was holding fell down. Just as it was about to fall to the ground, one hand stretched out to catch it.

The white wolf became Harry.

No one thought.

They made a good defense on the front, but their weak points were on the side.

Harry waved his wand.

The tombstones around them vibrated, and in the blink of an eye they turned into a small steel snake with the thickness of an arm, jumped high and flew towards them.

Get bigger fast!
The second spell was aimed at the little snake. Its size skyrocketed in the air, multiplying dozens of times, becoming as thick as three people hugging each other, and it smashed down hard.

Bang!

The earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.

Someone couldn't dodge in time, was crushed tightly, bloody and bloody, and four of them were killed with a transfiguration curse.

There are still eight people left, panicked and uneasy.

"Fool!" Voldemort screamed still, but he didn't seem to intend to strike. "Use the spell I gave you."

Those eight people gritted their teeth and responded.

They raised their wands and spoke complex, sinister syllables.

Alder!
Harry raised his hand, and the seal was printed.

With a bang, the air waves surged!

However, the Death Eaters remained motionless. There was an invisible barrier in front of them. When the seal hit, there were mottled cracks in the air, reflecting the silhouettes of those people.

Thunderbolt explosion!

Harry swung his wand, and a spell struck, followed by the Sign of Alder.

One after the other!
With a click, the transparent barrier shattered.

But in such a short time, the eight people had finished reciting the incantation, screaming in pain and ferociously, the robe on the left arm was slightly bulging, and something was crawling inside.

Soon it came out from the neckline.

It was a black snake, which was exactly the one swallowed by the head of the skull with the Dark Mark. They sensitively penetrated into the brain along the nostrils and ear canals.

Weird, twisted.

On the contrary, their aura suddenly became violent, and their magic power also became stronger and stronger.

A Death Eater waved his wand in pain.

Originally, he couldn't do it alone, but now, his floating spell can easily move this extremely heavy steel giant snake.

The other waved his wand, and the flesh and blood of the four who had been smashed into meatloaf twisted and quickly stood up again.

was made into a corpse.

These Death Eaters became extremely powerful and fought with Harry.

Eight people, four Yin corpses, more beating less.

That evil black magic seems to make them connect with each other, and they cooperate very tacitly.

Most importantly, Harry was always on guard against a Voldemort who was, for some reason, motionless.

For a while, it was difficult for him to gain the upper hand.

Several rounds of confrontation.

Harry chopped off the head of an Inferi with a sword, and the remaining eight people took the opportunity to swipe their spells, smashing the Quinn shield on him several times.

Voldemort sneered, wild and triumphant.

"useless."

"Tonight, their magic knows no bounds."

"I know your level. Slaughtering a giant dragon is of course excellent. When I was in the fourth grade, I probably never had your level of magic power."

"But my faithful servants, the strength is enough now."

Harry said blankly, "Really?"

"Have you been paying attention to the Triwizard Tournament?"

"Do you think that in that kind of play-by-play game, what I show is my real ability?"

Voldemort's laughter stopped abruptly.

Harry raised his wand, and the magic surged.

Cast weather spell.

Suddenly the wind blew up, dark clouds weighed down heavily, lightning flashed among the clouds, thunder rumbled, pattered—bean-sized raindrops fell down.

The celestial phenomena are changed in a single thought.

The Inferi bared its teeth and continued to pounce on Harry. This dark magic creation that likes humid environments seemed to become more excited.

Call God to protect!

The silver griffin jumped out and fought with those ghosts.

The eight Death Eaters were affected a lot under the rain, the few torches were extinguished, and their vision was lost, so they could only cast spells indiscriminately in the dim light.

Harry pulled out the potion.

Gulu Gulu drank it.

The veins on the temples exploded, and the medicine took effect violently.

Quinn!

The dharma seal was issued, the shield was put on, and the golden light and lightning suddenly lit up together.

Two sleeping spells came.

Hitting the shield, he grunted and wiped out two flames, but failed to penetrate the shield.

Quick fight!

Harry took a deep breath and waved his wand, the Transfiguration spell was even more difficult to guard against under the rain.

Just as a Death Eater raised his wand and chanted the spell: "Luminescence!", a piece of cloth whizzed over, grabbed his arm, and dragged towards Harry.

The Snake Bone Sword slashed forward.

With a puff, it was cut off at the waist.

The Death Eater struggled and wailed on the ground, the spell endowed him with vigorous vitality—but no matter how vigorous life was, it would be difficult to survive without roots.

The rain washed over his body, the blood dissolved in the water, and soon disappeared, just like his wailing.

First.

Harry waved his wand, and the Transfiguration and Charms alternated.

With his agility becoming more sensitive, he quickly caught up with the Death Eater who was in the mud and whose movements had become sluggish.

Slashed with a sword, the head fell.

the second.

The remaining six seemed to realize something, the four stayed behind, and the remaining two rushed towards the huge chair behind them.

One raised his wand and dispelled the magic that blocked the Displacement Charm.

But as soon as he did so, Harry immediately raised his wand.

More powerful magic spread out.

Lock shadow lock shape!

At the same time, Harry never stopped swinging his sword, stepping on raindrops on his feet, dancing the dance steps he had only learned before the Christmas ball in an almost completely dark environment.

The sword flower also danced together.

The third, the fourth, the fifth.

Under the rainstorm, Harry became stronger, stronger than any of them expected.

Next, the sixth.

The huge head rolled to the ground, and Harry glanced at him, a familiar face - "Walton McNeill", a current official of the Ministry of Magic.

"Senior Tom, I thought you were lying when you said you were weak." Harry walked slowly towards the chair, and under the horrified eyes of the sixth man, he swung his sword at him.

"For so long, I deliberately sold my flaws, and you didn't even make a move to me."

"Thank God, we've known each other for so long, and you finally told me the truth?"

The seventh man resisted, and he resisted with a spell.

But the strong man that they can only deal with together is something that the two of them can resist.

The head fell to the ground and fell into the low puddle, splashing calf-high water.

Voldemort made no reply.

Harry walked over, and finally saw clearly that on this huge chair, there was a small cradle. Under the torrential rain, this small body was bloodless.

But he wasn't as cute as a baby should be.

The whole person is wrinkled, with a vicious and resentful look on his face.

Eighth person.

Harry grabbed him, put his head on Voldemort, and the baby screamed in pain, no curses were triggered, he was just like a real baby.

"Professor Dumbledore and I have been to the Riddle Mansion and the Gaunt House." Harry looked at him with a light tone, "We found that there might be a baby."

"Dumbledore said the baby could be you."

"I thought the baby would be yours and Barty Crouch's."

"It appears that Professor Dumbledore was right."

The baby-like Voldemort looked at Harry in surprise.

Such a nice person, how could such cold and outrageous words come out of his mouth.

Harry waved the longsword in his hand.

Behead the last Death Eater.

The blood splashed and splashed half of Harry's face and sprayed out to cover Voldemort's body, but was quickly washed away by the rain again.

"Senior Tom, where's Crouch?" Harry looked at him and raised his hand.

Voldemort said nothing, and continued to look at him resentfully.

"Your servant abandoned you?" Harry asked softly, "Does he know that you peeped at the girls' dormitory and seduced the old lady? Very disappointed in you?"

Arden's seal!

The purple light flowed, reflecting this small space a bit gloomy.

"Potter!" Voldemort screamed.

The black mist surged on the baby's body, and it wanted to continue to attach to the body, but the soul body couldn't resist the power of the sign of Arden, and it was expelled bit by bit.

It was a broken black mist with only one face left.

Voldemort, who is inferior to even the humblest wandering spirit.

It was exactly the same as the remnant that Harry saw at the end of the classroom in the first grade.

"Meet you again, Voldemort." Harry greeted him.

Back then, Dumbledore let him escape.

Harry is not as "kind-hearted" as Dumbledore.

He waved his wand.

The spell was cast to solidify the ghost bit by bit. Harry didn't know much about magic related to the soul, but after all he had a Horcrux in his mind, and Dumbledore had taught him some spells to contain it.

He didn't want to kill Voldemort yet.

It is also clear that it is impossible to completely kill him now.

"No, don't think so!" roared Voldemort, using up the last of his magic. "Potter! I failed this attempt, but I think we'll meet again soon!"

"Meet me stronger than I am now!"

Twice chi chi.

His remnant soul flickered.

It exploded with a bang.

The powerful and evil magic power surged towards Harry, seemingly menacing, but only "appearing".

It couldn't even break the Quinn Seal on Harry.

Harry was taken aback.

He raised his wand and looked at the cradle in a daze. Voldemort disappeared, leaving only the dead breath and the body of a baby.

Voldemort disappeared.

His soul completely dissipated.

Harry frowned and sighed.

Meet?

He still wants to meet himself again?

He waved his wand, and the three-strong trophy in the mud flew towards him. No matter what Voldemort was thinking or planning at this moment, it was the most reliable way to go back to discuss with Dumbledore and find a solution.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came from afar, accompanied by a burst of cursing.

Harry stopped the tri-final trophy in the air and looked in the direction of the footsteps.

"Weather spell!"

"Damn it, I bet that circus guy got drunk again, that's what they did last time."

"This time they went too far, and even used Shadow Locker, damn it!"

"How did they learn the spell?"

“Wish they hadn't left”

Two Ministry of Magic officials came up the path and stopped at the entrance of the cemetery.

Lightning exploded.

It suddenly lit up, reflecting the scene in the cemetery.

There were corpses all over the place, the pungent smell of blood washed away by the heavy rain, and the most frightening thing, in front of the wizard with a sword and staff, was a miserable dead baby.

　A little bit Calvin, sigh, a little late, sorry

　　
　
(End of this chapter)