Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 41 Why Are My Eyes Dazed
"Dumbledore, why is he?" Harry was a little surprised, "Hogwarts has more books than this, right?"

Fremont's face seemed to be smeared with a layer of charcoal: "Oh, yes."

"The Potters are no match for Hogwarts."

"But my dear grandson, every family has its own secrets."

Harry nodded: "Like an invisibility cloak?"

Fremont was a little surprised: "Yes, for example, the Invisibility Cloak."

"Is it special?" Harry asked.

Fremont is proud: "Of course, it's a one-of-a-kind piece."

"I know you're curious, but I hope you can find out bit by bit——When James found out the news by himself, his expression was so funny."

"It's a pity he can't see my expression." Harry's heart twitched, and he looked around the corner of the room.

In the perception of the witcher.

So clean.

I can't feel any trace of anyone's residence, even if I can leave him a footprint.

Fremont fell silent, and spoke slowly after a long time: "Okay, my good boy, go and see what the Potters have left for you, it is something more precious than the wealth in Gringotts .”

As he said that, he paused: "Will you come back to live in the future? Or do you have a new home?"

"Mother left a spell for me. Before I became an adult, I would live at Aunt Petunia's house for one month every year." Harry nodded, "It will only be for one month."

Fremont grinned and laughed: "That's really great."

"I'll call Euphemia tonight, her portrait is not here."

Grandma?
Harry forced a smile and walked into the house. Flitwick didn't follow him, but stayed to chat with Fremont, and they were old acquaintances.

The Potter family's collection of books is richer than Harry thought.

A whole room full of at least a thousand copies—like the Power Potion Harry had to steal from the Restricted Section, and here was just one.

Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Potions are the most numerous categories.

He picked two out.

A "Powerful Potion" and a "White Magic: Keep Your Faith", some books he had read at Hogwarts, some books he thought were too advanced, and it was not time for him to read them.

Wait for Harry to come out of the library.

He saw his grandma, the woman named Euphemia. Unlike the young Fremont, the portrait of Euphemia was left by her in her later years, and she looked like a kind and kind old man.

They talked to Potter a lot.

The first time James brought Lily home, James' life at school, and himself as a baby - although by then, they had become portraits.

It wasn't until late at night that Harry reluctantly left.

"How do you feel?" Flitwick asked softly, patting Harry's thigh.

Harry said softly, "It feels like they're hiding something."

"Huh?" Flitwick paused.

Harry continued: "They're hiding the existence of one or two people, friends of my father's?"

Flitwick's expression became unnatural.

"Sure enough, you know it too." Harry turned his head and looked at Flitwick.

Flitwick scratched his head: "You shouldn't be so perceptive, Harry, and you shouldn't know about it, at least not yet."

"Okay." Harry nodded.

"We'll tell when you're older, or when there's a result..." Flitwick stopped abruptly in the middle of his speech, and was stunned for a moment before he understood the meaning of the word Harry said, "Ah ? You agree now?"

Harry shook his head: "Guess, one or two, my father's former best friends, betrayed him?"

Flitwick looked at Harry, hesitating to speak.

"He's still alive, isn't he?" Harry took two steps forward and looked up at the moon. "Is he very strong?"

Flitwick pursed his lips and nodded, "He's a very powerful wizard, the kind who can go back and forth with Snape."

"But his condition is not good, you are waiting for him to die." Harry clenched his fists, but his tone was still soft, "I really hope he can live for a few more years."

Flitwick was taken aback.

"Live long enough for me to beat Professor Snape." Harry said slowly, "I'll heal his wounds, or his illness."

"Dress him in your best robes."

"Give him the most honorable death."

Flitwick walked over, jumped up and patted Harry on the shoulder: "Harry, in the next month and a half, I will teach you to duel."

"Dumbledore asked me, but he didn't expect that, and I thought so before he asked me."

"Thank you, Professor." Harry still looked up.

Many people say that witchers are a group of monsters without feelings.

But why did he suddenly think of those parents who were killed by monsters that he saw in Velen and Novigrad?

Obviously...

After undergoing a mutation, my eyesight is extremely sharp, and I can see everything clearly in the dark, but now, unfortunately, I can't even see the moon clearly.

Obviously...

Traveling through mountains and rivers by myself, I will not be very tired all day and night, but now I feel that the road back to Professor Flitwick's house is so long and endless.

Harry returned to Flitwick's house after all.

After taking a shower, holding the powerful potion, he flipped through a few pages in a messy mind. He couldn't read it, and he didn't want to sleep. He talked to Hermione about the owl all night.

Wait for the next day.

Harry ran around Godric's Hollow twice, returned home, and made breakfast before Flitwick walked downstairs with sleepy eyes.

"Harry, I'm so sorry, I thought little wizards would get up very late." Asking a 12-year-old boy to cook for himself, the 100-year-old professor couldn't help but blushed, "Thank you for your hard work today."

"No, Professor, that's what I should do." Harry shook his head sincerely.

Wait until the meal is over.

Flitwick took Harry outside Godric's Hollow: "What I want to teach you is not about spells, but dueling."

"You may not know, when I was young..."

"It's the champion of the dueling contest." Harry interrupted, "I know, professor, you said it no less than five times in class."

Flitwick cleared his throat, hiding his embarrassment: "I am very experienced in duels, Harry, I know you are very good, you can kill a troll in the first grade."

"It's not that simple to fight a duel."

"It's useless to talk about it. There is no theory in duels, only practice. Let's have a fight and let me see your level."

Harry looked at his right hand: "But professor, you also know that I am good at using swords."

With a wave of his wand, Flitwick turned a stone into a sword about the same length as the Gryffindor sword, and it floated into Harry's hand: "Don't worry, I won't lift its spell during the duel."

Harry clenched his sword tightly and nodded to Flitwick: "Professor, here I come."

He flicked his wand.

The gravel on the ground twisted and turned into a pile of strangely shaped reptiles, clicking, clicking, crawling towards Flitwick.

"The Transfiguration Curse is indeed Minerva's favorite student." Flitwick waved his wand without chanting the spell, and the broken pebbles floated up, "This may be useful for ordinary wizards, but it is not for powerful wizards." , not even a little interference effect."

"even…"

"It will become someone else's weapon."

"like this."

He flicked his wand, and the broken pebbles whizzed through the air, hitting Harry—

Harry lunged forward, of course he expected this, so... the Sigil drove.

Alder!
The power of thought swept across, and the broken stones rebounded towards Flitwick at a faster speed.

"Does that group repel the spell?" Flitwick was a little surprised. "It can do this? It's really amazing."

He waved his wand again.

bang——

The stones exploded in the air, shattering and flying.

"Professor, now it's my field of expertise." Harry had already approached, swung the sword in his hand, and slashed at Flitwick without showing any mercy.

"No, not yet." Flitwick didn't move.

A huge force suddenly grabbed Harry's back, pulled him hard, and sent him flying backwards.

It's a big hand.

Those fine dusts formed a huge hand, tightly grabbed Harry's collar, restraining his behavior.

Harry flicked his wand, and blue flames gushed out, not at Flitwick, but at the giant hand.

"All petrochemical!"

Flitwick flicked his wand and said the first audible spell.

The magic shot at Harry.

Quinn!

Harry raised his hand, and the golden shield covered his whole body—although it was shattered under the powerful impact in the next second, it blocked the spell that ended the battle.

"A spell similar to the Iron Armor Curse?" Flitwick was a little surprised, "Another surprise, but if it's just this, it's not enough."

The blue flame burned, and the giant hand turned into dust again and fell.

"A very keen fighting sense." Flitwick continued to comment, "Use your magic power to disintegrate my magic power?"

Harry exhaled.

Wizards are a tough bunch!

He raised his hand again.

Igni!
The fire snake spat out and rolled, the short professor immediately summoned a stream of water, the two collided, and steam rose.

Harry took the opportunity, took another step, and slashed away with his sword.

Heck--

The sword cut something, but it was definitely not a person.

"Your thinking is too obvious." Flitwick's voice came from the clouds.

A gust of wind blew away the water vapor.

What the sword cut was a stone.

Flitwick waved his wand again, and the stone quickly shrank and fell to the ground: "The battle is over, Harry."

The ground was muddy.

Harry was halfway inside, Flitwick's wand pointed at him.

"Professor, you are much stronger than I thought." Harry shook his head and sighed.

Flitwick waved his wand, hoisted Harry up, brought him back to the ground, and put him down again: "No, Harry, you are already strong."

"The average fifth grader is no match for you. Even some sixth graders will have a headache against you, but you are only 12 years old."

"If you are 17 years old, even if you are still at your current level, I am afraid it will be difficult for me to deal with it."

The body is Harry's greatest weakness.

At the age of 12, no matter how good the swordsmanship is, without physical support, he can perform well.

"After boasting, let's talk about your shortcomings."

"Harry, you're a wizard."

"You need to know how to use magic."

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(End of this chapter)