Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Both of them fell silent.

witness?

Witness what?

They all knew exactly what the word "witness" that came out of Harry's mouth meant.

"Harry, this." Dumbledore sighed, shaking his head.

Harry interrupted him: "It's not as complicated as you think."

"Aberforth doesn't hate you as much as before. You need to sit down and talk about everything calmly."

"At least take the first step."

The two of them raised their knives and forks at the same time, and cut up the food on the plate.

"One of the greatest white wizards." Harry sneered, "A dark wizard in Europe and even North America, who can't do such a small thing now?"

"Ha, Tom knows how to resurrect and struggle, how about you?"

"I picked the cheese out of the trap and put it in front of you. I was very eager, but I didn't dare to touch it."

Time is invisible, intangible, and measured only by every breath, every rising and setting of the sun, and every irrepressible thought. It looks soft and flows by people without any feeling. Even if you dip your hand into the slowest stream, you can feel the water waves brushing your hands.

no time.

But looking back, before I knew it, I had been engulfed by the inertia of time, floating to nowhere, standing in nowhere.

Fifty years of inertia, rampage.

They have long since become the shape of time.

Harry picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and sighed: "Don't talk about such unpleasant things, Mr. Grindelwald, do you know how many Horcruxes Voldemort has?"

Grindelwald shook his head: "I don't know."

"He's just Tom Riddle, and I don't pay that much attention to him."

"But even including Harry, there will be no more than seven Horcruxes at most."

This sentence gave Dumbledore and Harry a pause.

They were a little confused at first, but they quickly realized it.

"We seem to be missing something." Dumbledore took the knife and tapped the plate lightly.

Harry nodded and swallowed the beef in his mouth: "Counting me, there are no more than seven Horcruxes."

"That is to say, leaving aside my surprise, he originally only had six Horcruxes, including the main soul, which just satisfies the number seven."

"Voldemort's main soul died so quickly that he didn't even have time to think about him, even if he supported him for a while longer, to have a little more sense of presence?"

Speaking of this, he paused: "We will destroy three now, and he himself will be resurrected with the Hufflepuff gold cup."

"Ravenclaw's diadem has been determined to be his Horcrux, but it has not yet been found."

He raised his hands and spread them out.

"Five."

He raised his other hand and gave a thumbs up: "There is also a Horcrux, we don't know what it is, and it was also the last one made by Voldemort."

He looked at Grindelwald.

Grindelwald shook his head: "Potter, I'm not a know-it-all. Although I can see some things, I don't know everything."

Dumbledore nodded at the table: "I asked Mr. Gryffindor that all his important relics have been preserved, and he has seen them all."

"The Holy Grail." Harry withdrew his hand. "I mean the legendary one, not Ms. Hufflepuff's."

Avalon.

Given Voldemort's hunger for legend, it's hard not to believe that he would give up legends of this magnitude.

A meal was hastily eaten.

Most of the time, Harry asked questions, and Grindelwald answered. Dumbledore was unusually quiet and rarely spoke. Even when he spoke, he was discussing Voldemort with Harry.

"Where is my room?" When the last glass of wine fell into his stomach, Harry immediately stood up and asked Grindelwald.

Grindelwald was slightly drunk, and he waved his hand: "Room? Numengadri has so many rooms."

"Harry, you can choose whatever you want. With your Transfiguration level, it doesn't matter where you live."

Harry sneered: "Mr. Grindelwald's hospitality, I should really learn it."

"It's not just the dinner that the guests have to prepare."

"Even the accommodation needs to be prepared by the guests?"

Grindelwald smiled: "No one will be a guest in the prison."

Harry said nothing, got up and left.

Grindelwald and Dumbledore were speechless.

The night passed.

The morning sun streams in through the windows.

Harry deliberately chose a room facing the sun, and he drank two bottles of brandy last night, which did not affect him in any way. After washing up, I walked out of the castle and started exercising.

Nurmengard was bigger than expected, almost half the size of Hogwarts, but it was just a prison.

It is hard to imagine how many enemies Grindelwald provoked when he was at his peak.

Wait for him to come back after exercising.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald were still asleep in the living room. They were lying on the chairs without any image. Both of them were covered with blankets, which were stained with each other's magical breath.

"Albus, wake up." With a wave of Harry's wand, a rooster appeared.

Dumbledore opened his eyes in a daze: "Fox, be quiet."

"So Fox can crow like a chicken?" Harry was a little surprised.

Dumbledore shook his head: "Sometimes it has such an interest. After being with Crookshanks for a long time, it has acquired some cat's temper."

"Fox is still just a bird." Grindelwald stretched his waist, "Are you leaving now?"

Harry nodded: "We're here to be guests, not to go to jail."

"Even if you stay for a few more days?" Grindelwald said softly, "The scenery around here is still very good."

"At least let Professor Dumbledore take me back." Harry shook his head, "I stay here, and you don't get along well."

"Speaking here, everyone lowers their voices, wishing to use magic spells to hide."

The two of them looked stiff.

"Harry, did you hear that?" Dumbledore asked.

He knew that Harry's senses were very keen, and when he talked with Grindelwald at night, he kept deliberately controlling the volume.

Harry shook his head, "No, no."

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief, and Grindelwald's expression softened.

"I'm not interested in two men hugging each other and crying about their sins." Harry spit out a sentence, and their faces, which had not had time to completely relax, tensed up again rapidly, so tight that they almost made their faces Muscle cramps.

"You still heard?" Dumbledore rolled his eyes.

Harry continued to shake his head: "No, I assure you."

"It's just that what else can you two do tonight?"

The two did not speak.

Grindelwald sighed and waved his hand.

The distance from the auditorium to the gate was not long. Grindelwald counted a total of 197 steps. He had never known Nurmengard in such detail.

Send them out.

Dumbledore apparated away with Harry.

He took a deep breath, looked into the distance, raised his hand slightly, and grabbed there.

Booming, the boulder on the mountain not far away twisted and turned into a huge hand, grabbing several wizards and hanging it high.

With a snap, he disappeared and appeared in front of these wizards.

"Dumbledore came to look for me, and you are so worried?" Grindelwald raised his head, stepped forward, and looked carefully one after another, "Great Britain, Austria, Ery Macon, France"

"Why, is the new International Ministry of Magic Conference going to be held in Nurmengard?"

The group of Aurors struggled.

They faltered and tried to speak, but their mouths were blocked and they couldn't utter a single word.

"I hate this feeling." He raised his hand slightly.

boom! The giant hand slammed down heavily, the mountain was broken and the soil shook, and these people were stuffed into the rocky ground.

He squatted down slowly, raised his hand, slightly arched his index finger, and touched the brow of the person closest to him.

"Maybe, after more than fifty years, you have forgotten a fact."

"It was I who locked myself in Nurmengard, and Dumbledore was the lock of the cage, and besides that, you are not even jailers."

"Only Dumbledore and myself are qualified to imprison me, monitor me, and detain me."

With an extremely gentle voice, he gently tapped the man's forehead in a four-four beat rhythm: "You don't even have the qualifications to be jailers. When you go back, repeat my words to your people and write them down In my heart, if I can’t remember it, I will copy it down and hang it on the wall, and if I can’t remember it anymore, I will engrave it on my arm.”

"Go back."

He snapped his fingers.

The giant hands dissipated, they grew out of the ground, the soil and gravel returned, and time went back. Except for the injuries on those few people, it seemed that nothing happened here.

The Aurors frantically pulled out their wands.

They're about to Apparate.

"Wait." Grindelwald thought of something and stretched out his hand.

The surrounding space froze, their spells failed, and they stood there in a daze, staring in horror at the legendary black wizard who was once invincible, and even now is still invincible.

"Bring me two bottles of brandy tonight," Grindelwald ordered, "and a bottle of honey water."

"The kind Dumbledore likes to drink."

"Also, every issue of the Daily Prophet and the Quibbler will be delivered to me."

"do you understand?"

The Aurors of the British Ministry of Magic nodded frantically.

"Very good." Grindelwald let go of his hand and unlocked the lock.

There was a snap, and the Aurors fled in a panic.

Grindelwald also ended his brief briefing, and returned to Nurmengard, back to the top of the towering, lonely tower, sitting on the single iron bed, looking into the distance.

The Ministry of Magic works very quickly.

Within half an hour, a house-elf delivered what Grindelwald wanted—brandy, honey water, and today's Daily Prophet and the Quibbler.

He conjured up a cup and poured himself a glass of honey water.

Thick and slippery, layer after layer in the cup.

Take a sip.

Grindelwald frowned: "Why is Albus's taste getting worse and worse now, and he can even drink this kind of thing?"

He refilled half a glass of brandy before finishing most of the honey.

Black House.

Scrimgeour sat nervously across from Dumbledore and Harry.