Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Voldemort's curse only protects the house.

There is none in the yard.

The soil arched high, and the curse and the transfiguration cursed together to shape a huge statue of clay. With a fist, it smashed hard towards the roof-bricks and tiles splashed.

"Potter, what are you doing?" The people in the room cried out in horror.

Harry didn't answer him, and took a few steps back.

His idea is simple.

Since the curse cannot be solved, let's simply solve the carrier that carries the curse—this house, if the carrier is destroyed, the curse will disappear with it.

Even if the curse cannot be solved

A wider field of vision also allows you to observe better.

The statue grabbed hold of the eaves, exerted great force, and knocked the roof off.

Its fingertips will inevitably come into contact with the darkness in the room, and the part that is submerged seems to be cut off, the incision is smooth, and even the magic power on the entire arm is dispelled.

The two hands of the mud statue on the roof drew a beautiful arc, and smashed hard on the ground, causing the mud to flow down.

Harry flicked his wand, adding hands to the statue.

He turned a few broken stones into a round iron ball the size of a head, and bounced towards the wall quickly and rapidly.

The gap in the room is getting bigger and bigger.

The darkness in the room was exposed to more sunlight and gradually became thinner.

The method of demolishing the house is really useful, and I should learn from Ximodo.

Harry called out a second statue.

"Thunderbolt explosion!" The people in the room shot a spell, hit the statue, and blew up one of its legs, but it was in vain, almost blinking, and the mud poured in, and continued it before it fell. .

"Don't you hide in the house and dare not see people?" Harry mocked him calmly, "Just like your master, you only hide in the gutter and dare not see people?"

The third statue popped out.

The six hands worked together to tear off one huge, thick board after another.

The darkness in the room dissipated little by little.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

The people in the room continued to chant the spell, aiming at the three statues, again and again, tirelessly, as if the three statues were mocking, and he had to attack them first.

Transfiguration spells are not as powerful.

Harry frowned, continuing to maintain the Transfiguration Charm.

Something is wrong.

This is very wrong.

Even though the Death Eaters are a bunch of chickens and dogs in his eyes, he has to admit that not just any dark wizard can become a Death Eater, at least one of them must have brains and abilities.

The person in the room, being able to capture Sirius, Lupine, and the illegal Animagus that he has never understood is enough to prove that he has a high probability of brains and abilities.

Such a person would only attack the shape-shifting creatures, but not the wizard who cast the spell?

Fighting a war of attrition?

But even if it continues like this, it will only delay for half an hour at most.

The word "delay" suddenly burst into light in my mind.

He recalled what the Death Eater had said in the beginning: "You're here? And not in the safety of Hogwarts' cradle?"

is procrastination.

He was just stalling for time.

Waiting for other Death Eaters, or for Voldemort?

He didn't have the confidence to hunt such a "prey" as himself alone, so he was waiting for the news to go out and gather more "hunters" to hunt him?

Harry raised his hand.

Queen's seal!

A golden shield covers the whole body.

Another wave of wand, armor protects body!

The statue moved its heavy body to go to the place that had not been dismantled.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

It was the same spell, hitting the statue's hand and blasting it apart.

Harry said the spell at the same time.

"Flying sand and rolling stones!"

Another half-beat explosion sounded, dust and smoke flew up, sand drifted, and billowing dark yellow mist covered the view in front of the door. Harry drew out the Snake Bone Sword, stepped on the door frame, and stepped into the house without hesitation.

The field of vision was completely black in an instant.

Only a faint light can be seen coming in from the gap in the ceiling.

No wonder Sirius and Lupine both suffered so easily.

"Shadow lock shape!"

Harry waved his wand at the first moment, uttered a spell, and sealed off the space.

The breathing of the other person in the room suddenly froze, and the next second, the sound of breathing came back, and it became rapid along with the heartbeat.

Unseen, but it didn't prevent Harry from finding his target.

"Potter, you actually threw yourself into a trap!" Although his physical reaction was very honest, the tone of his words was extremely pleasant, "I've been longing for you to come in."

"Under the master's spell, why are you?"

Harry interrupted him, and rushed towards the breathing sound with his sword: "You should know that I know what you want to do, stop pretending."

Cut off with a sword.

But he didn't hit anyone, there was a sound of metal crashing, and he seemed to resist the attack with a transfiguration spell or a spell.

Thunderbolt explosion!

This time it was Harry's turn to use the spell.

I can't see what is in front of me, but it doesn't matter, there is nothing that cannot be solved by an explosion spell.

During the explosion, the man's breathing became heavier.

He moved on tiptoe.

Harry made another sword strike, slashing with precision.

"Armor protection!" He reacted quickly, and uttered the spell. The sword failed to hit, but the huge force could not be eliminated, and it hit him and staggered back.

Estimate distance based on breath.

Harry raised his wand and said the spell.

"All petrified!"

The yellow spell shot out and was blocked by another armor spell.

Harry gave chase.

"Can you see?" The man's voice was terrified, "Under the master's spell, can you still see?"

Harry danced his sword, and said indifferently, "When did Tom's curse take effect on me?"

Total darkness affected Harry a lot.

Give that person a chance to dodge.

But even so, he still rushed to the fatal place.

The man's breathing became more and more rapid and flustered: "Harry, do you still want to save Black?"

Harry ignored him, beckoning without hesitation.

"They're in the cellar now," the man called. "If you don't want them to die, go get them now."

He waved his wand.

The scorching temperature suddenly rose, covering the room like a furnace from the ground, Harry couldn't see what he had done, but this eerie, evil feeling

It's Fiend!

Harry frowned, looking up at the light on the ceiling.

Suddenly, the darkness dissipated.

The man lifted Voldemort's spell, and the whole house was exposed to the sun.

Fiendfire ignited in every corner of the room, overwhelming and surging.

The man who had been causing him trouble was a handsome, lined man of at least sixty years of age, with short dark gray hair held back by at least a pound of hairspray, and a checked suit.

It was a little tattered, it was the imprint left by Harry when he dodged just now.

Holding an empty bottle in his hand, there is still a trace of lavender potion residue at the corner of his mouth, which is an antidote, an antidote against the basilisk venom.

He took a deep look at Harry, and dropped the potion bottle in his hand: "Then, Mr. Potter, hurry up and save Mr. Black, we are destined to..."

He was polite and was about to say goodbye.

"I'm not ready to say goodbye to you." Harry raised his hand to hold him back.

Axis!

The Dharma seal was shot, and the white mist light hit him, making him in a trance for a moment.

Just this moment is enough.

Harry waved his wand, and with a few clicks, the wooden furniture in the room softened, binding him like ropes.

For a moment he woke up with a start, struggling to escape with a spell.

Harry leaned forward, and Alder blew him down, stomping his foot, and with a click, his wand snapped in two.

"You don't want to..." He was terrified, obviously not ready to die together.

With a blank expression, Harry poured a bottle of Death Water into his mouth to make sure he fell asleep.

Losing the control of the source of magic power, Fiendfire was restless and no longer under control.

Harry left him and hurried to the cellar without stopping.

Fierce Fire was more ferocious than those on the first floor, rampaging like a fire dragon.

Lupine lay on the ground, the corner of his robes already stained with Fiendfire.

Rita was soaked in the water tank, she was still alive, but she was dying like a gossamer.

Sirius was hung up high with his hands tied, unconscious.

Harry took his time and raised his wand.

"All curses end!"

Magic power poured out from the whole body, suppressing Fiercefire like a wave, pressing them together, and after a second or two, they were finally wiped out with a "poof".

This is a very useful charm.

But Harry still can't do it like Dumbledore, he can cast it at will with ease, he needs a certain amount of time to brew, and in a battle, a second or two is fatal.

The three people in the cellar hadn't woken up yet.

Harry went over to check them one by one, and put Sirius down. Except for Rita who was in a bit of a mess and was tortured the most, Sirius and Lupine didn't have many traces of torture.

The coma of several people was not the effect of black magic, but was fed the water of life and death.

He took out the antidote and took it for several people.

Sirius woke up the fastest, before he even had time to open his eyes: "You bunch of bastards, even if you kill me"

Harry was expressionless, and interrupted him: "Godfather, it's me."

"And, Uncle Remus, stop looking for the wand, it's not on you, it's there."

He waved his wand, and a box that was almost burnt to carbon by Fiercefire flew towards the corner, and then tapped it lightly with his wand, three wands flew out, and each fell back into the hands of their owners.

"Harry, why are you here?" Lupine sat up slowly with his wand in his hand, looking alert.

"Don't wonder if it's compound potion, no one can get my body material." Harry broke his inner thoughts with a single word, "Don't worry."

Rita struggled to get out of the water tank: "Mr. Potter, you are here to save me!"

"I'm about to be tortured to death by them."

"But you haven't." Harry took out a bottle of potion from the Sorting Hat and threw it at her. "It seems that you didn't say anything about Senior Tom."

Rita gulped and drank the potion: "Fortunately, I know a little Occlumency. Damn it, I almost said it. Fortunately, Mr. Black found it."

"That group of people only cared about Mr. Black, not me."

Sirius stretched out his hand obediently, allowing Harry to smear white cream on his wrist, and when he heard Rita's words, his expression became excited: "Harry! You have to be careful!"

"They have a conspiracy!"

Harry smacked his wound with a finger: "Godfather, I remember I said a long time ago that they had a conspiracy against me."

"You shouldn't come, they absolutely." Sirius grinned in pain, but his tone was firm.

"Don't worry, the shadow lock is sealing this place, and they won't be able to make it for a while." Harry comforted him, "Give you the medicine, and we'll go back."

"Also, the person who caught me was" Sirius continued.

Harry interrupted him again: "It's Cobain Yaxley, I know him, I've got him, up there."

Sirius was a little surprised.

"Professor Snape showed me a picture of him." Harry said calmly, although Lupine and Sirius looked a little uncomfortable when mentioning Snape.

"Mr. Potter, I have it." The potion warmed up Rita and restored her spirits, she said quickly.

Before he finished speaking, Harry shook his head: "We'll talk about it when we get back, it's not safe to stay here."

Harry held the trophy—Mr. Cobain Yaxley in one hand, and supported Sirius with the other hand. Lupine made Rita become an Animagus on his shoulders. They hurried back to Poseidon. Very old house.

Rita landed on the ground and turned back into a human form: "Mr. Potter! The matter you asked me to investigate has come to fruition!"

Harry waved his hand: "Ms. Skeeter, that matter will be discussed later, I have something to talk to the godfather first."

Rita shut up obediently, sat aside, rubbed her eyes and realized what was missing, waved her wand, and conjured a pair of glasses for herself.

Lu poised his face and sat with Harry.

"Godfather, remember what I told you?" Harry said softly.

Sirius looked down.

"I should have told you more than once, be careful and don't be reckless." Harry continued patiently, "You are not required to consider everything, at least use your brain."

He raised his hand and tapped his temple: "This thing grows out for use, not to show off to others. How handsome you are."

Sirius looked up, defending: "I just think one person is sure."

"How do you feel sure?" Harry asked back.

He spoke mercilessly: "Intuition? A hot head? Or is there really a reason?"

Sirius opened his mouth, still wanting to defend himself.

"Godfather, my dear godfather, my dear father." Harry emphasized, "My father is dead, and he will not be resurrected. You are my only father."

"If something happens to you."

"I really lost a father."

Sirius bowed his head in shame.

"I don't care about anything else, I just hope that nothing will happen to you again." Harry sighed, speaking earnestly, and turned his head to look at Lupine, "And Uncle Remus, you too."

"Don't stay with Sirius for too long, your head will be infected by him, at least wait for me to come over."

Lupine muttered, "I've got more brains than him, but I'm just a little too worried about Sirius."

"You should be thankful that they might have some purpose in keeping you." Harry waved his wand, and four glasses of water flew out of the kitchen and fell into their respective hands.

Sirius raised his head with a serious face: "By the way, Harry, you reminded me!"

"I heard them mention it before I fell into a coma."

"That's what Cobain Yaxley said. He said that he never thought that Harry's godfather would take the initiative to deliver it to his door. With me in their hands, their masters don't have to worry about not being able to get that thing."

Got that thing?

Harry frowned: "That thing? What is it?"

Sirius shook his head: "I don't know, it was just that one time, and they never mentioned it again after that."

"They probably want to trade me for something from you."

Harry praised and sighed indifferently: "Godfather, you have finally grown up, and you can see that he wants to replace things with you and me."

Sirius gritted his teeth.

The point is not to see the purpose.

The point is, what does he want in exchange?

The second chapter is also 4k~~~

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