Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Compared with the Little Hangleton, the Greater Hangleton is more modern and urban.

There were also more pedestrians, and they cast doubtful eyes on the two guys who were doing performance art in the heavy snow, one young and one old.

Dressed oddly and rode a motorcycle.

But these people are not too radical, these years there will always be some self-proclaimed "avant-garde art" guys, acting perversely, which is much weirder than wearing a robe and walking in the snow on a motorcycle.

Wizards like to put their homes in remote and desolate corners.

Gaunt House is no exception.

However, unlike ordinary mansions protected by magic, it is the same as the old Riddle house, rooted alone on the deserted mountain road, and even worse than it—at least the old Riddle house is still taken care of, but this old mansion No one cares about the house.

The wild grass is gone, the snow is crushing the shed, and one place after another is sunken.

When the hat led them to climb up carefully, the dilapidated shed exuded a wave of magic power, ancient but weak, Harry glanced at it, and quickly determined the source of this magic power—it came from the door of the shed.

This is the only piece of furnishing that is incompatible with the shed. The wind and rain have not damaged it. The oak door is still strong, guarding the air-drained room.

Nailed to the door is a dead snake, the core of the magic.

Harry checked for traces of snow just as he had done in front of Riddle's old house.

"There are many traces of people's activities here before the snow fell." Harry looked at the last few layers of the structure that were destroyed, "But the snow is too thick, and the traces are seriously polluted, and it is impossible to tell when it was.

"After snow falls, there is no trace of activity."

Dumbledore nodded, but said nothing. He raised his wand and pointed it at the door.

The dead snake struggled and writhed, hissing and roaring, it was empty and meaningless, it was just howling.

After a while, the dead snake turned into ashes and fell to the ground together with a puddle of black mud with a foul smell.

"A very new curse." Dumbledore concluded, "The curse was cast for about two months, and it is very weak. It can't even cover the traces, that is, Aurors will step on the trap when they come over. degree."

Harry nodded in agreement: "That's really clumsy."

With a wave of his wand, the dead weeds in the courtyard pierced through the thick snow and burst out, turning into a big withered hand, pushing the door open——

A spell was cast in the room.

It bumped into the big hand transformed from the transformation technique, and with a bang, it exploded and flew out in pieces.

"It seems that the master doesn't welcome us very much." Harry raised his eyebrows and whistled.

"We haven't received the invitation." Dumbledore shook his head, and walked in first without hesitation.

Like poking the socket of a magic wand.

Various magic traps were triggered one after another, and spells of different colors shot out.

The spectacle was enormous—and just spectacle.

Dumbledore lazily raised his finger and tapped it lightly in front of him, without even saying the incantation "Curse Standing", all the evil magic power gathered dissipated.

This level is not painful, not to mention Dumbledore, even Harry can easily deal with it.

"There is no need to use magic to protect this kind of house." Harry looked over. From the senses of the witcher, there is not much difference between the inside and outside of the house. The wind and snow have eroded mercilessly, and most of the traces Snow covered.

They move forward.

Almost every step a new magic trap hits.

By the time they reached the entrance of the stairs on the second floor, they had already dealt with countless weak attacks—thirty, maybe forty?

The traps on the second floor are not as dense as those on the first floor.

But it finally became dangerous, suddenly a trap, a spell, all of them are profound curses exuding extremely dangerous and evil aura.

Dumbledore is scheming, he faces everything calmly, and intercepts all spells.

Harry followed closely behind him, estimating in his heart that if he was the only one, he could handle all the traps on the first floor, but there would probably be two or three traps on the second floor that he couldn't escape, and could only rely on the Quinn Seal. Get over it.

He had to take back what he said earlier.

Even Voldemort in a weak state is not something Ron can deal with now. At least a professor, such as Hagrid or Professor Lupine, is needed.

Slowly approach the master bedroom.

"He's wasting so much energy." Harry looked back at the cursed and dilapidated hallway, "Just to make you less bored?"

"If it wasn't for us, it wouldn't be so easy for others to break in." Dumbledore shook his head.

He waved his wand, just a little.

The door of the master bedroom opened, and the wooden door that had been in disrepair trembled and pushed in, making a miserable, long "squeak" sound.

no spells shot

Dumbledore still walked in first, followed by Harry.

When he reached the center of the bedroom, there were still no traps.

Harry surveyed the surroundings carefully: "There are still traces of baby carriages and cradles, but there are many more footprints."

"Well, look at the footprints. It's two men and a lady."

"The lady seemed to have a very estranged relationship with them, staying in the corner. The two gentlemen had a good relationship and their footprints were very close to each other."

Having said that, Harry raised his head and looked at Dumbledore expressionlessly: "Can wizards make men have children?"

Dumbledore was taken aback for a moment, and he pursed his lips: "Generally speaking, it's not possible."

"That means there is a way?" Harry lowered his head and continued to check other corners, "Wizard's magic is really amazing."

Dumbledore nodded, his tone sighed: "Magic can solve all problems, except the resurrection of the dead."

There was a twinkle in Harry's eyes.

Everything is fine with the witcher, but there is only one problem, and that is the problem of fertility.

If possible, he also hopes to have a child when he becomes an adult, and after he gets married, he wants to experience things that he has never had before, even if he will become a giver in the future.

He's been thinking about it a lot these days since the night at the Yule Ball.

Now it seems that I am a little too worried.

Yes, even a man and a man can have children, let alone a man and a woman—think about Hagrid, he can even make two creatures of completely different species and have nothing in common to have children.

What's more, even though I am a monster hunter, I still have some similarities with humans.

Um.

After going back, I have to study this aspect of magic.

Dumbledore stroked his chin thoughtfully: "So you suspect that Tom gave birth to a man?"

"After all, he is your student." Harry said concisely, turning the mattress.

It is exactly the same as the one in the Riddle House, only the traces of the baby sleeping.

"I have many students." Dumbledore shook his head.

Harry walks to the wardrobe: "But he's the most special"

His voice stopped abruptly.

In the closet, a small ring was placed in the center.

A passage from that letter came out of his head "prevent him from wearing that ring", and Harry had always wondered why "the ring" was there in this matter, and now that ring was finally exposed in front of my eyes.

The gilt ring body is inlaid with a black gemstone.

"Harry?" Dumbledore noticed his strangeness, and walked quickly, reaching out to pat Harry on the shoulder, but his eyes were first attracted by the things in the cabinet.

Gold ring with black gemstone.

This kind of thing may be extremely valuable to ordinary people, but it is not worth mentioning to Harry or Dumbledore. Money, Dumbledore wanted nothing more.

But this ring firmly attracted their attention.

The pupils of the two of them were reflected in the deep, dark gemstones, amber and azure blue, mixed with gold, like a kaleidoscope.

"Resurrection Stone." Dumbledore murmured, his voice distorted.

"The Resurrection Stone?" Harry asked, suppressing the throbbing in his heart.

Dumbledore's voice became more distorted: "One of the legendary three holy artifacts, has the power to resurrect the dead."

And at the moment when his words fell.

There was an extremely bewitching voice next to Harry's ear.

"Do you want to resurrect your parents?"

In front of him, it was no longer the gold ring, but two figures, people he had only seen in photo albums—his father, James Potter, and his mother, Lily Potter.

"Wear it, and you can revive them without paying any price."

"The lost love will come back at this moment."

Raise the dead.

What a tempting word.

Harry couldn't help raising his hand, groping forward, toward his parents, he longed, he couldn't wait.

But at this moment.

"Harry!" Hermione's voice rang in his ear.

The picture in front of him changed again.

Hermione looked anxious, grabbed her hand, and said in a concerned tone, "Harry, don't think so much, you can't."

That's what Hermione said to herself when she wanted to study that thing after she knew about the "Time Turner".

The screen quickly everything.

Back to the night of the Christmas party two days ago, he and Hermione kissed by the lake under the moonlight.

He woke up with a start.

The field of vision returned, and I saw the ring clearly again. My finger was only a few centimeters away from it, and I was about to touch it.

Even if the resurrection is true, how could it be free of cost.

The ring is still full of temptations, but he takes back his hand firmly. Maybe the legend of the resurrection stone is true, but he can't abandon reality, nor can he abandon what he owns and what is most precious to him. Putting on the ring without any defense.

At least after confirming the safety of this thing.

He looked back.

Dumbledore stretched out his hand, his face was sad, expecting, yearning: "Arianna, wait for me, I'm coming soon"

He didn't have Harry in front of him, and he didn't have the ring.

There is only one, the figure that only he can see, the figure he desires most.

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