Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Harry took the resurrection stone.

This is the first time he has touched this thing, it is cold, and it has a heavy weight different from its size.

It is completely different from its appearance as a Horcrux, there is no longer the hinting whisper, or the illusion of the dead returning to life, it is quiet, a pure and clean black gem.

He looked up at Dumbledore.

Without hesitation, Dumbledore handed over the Elder Wand: "Harry, let's exchange ideas if we have the chance."

"When you can still bully me, bully me a few times?" Harry smiled.

Dumbledore said nothing.

Harry held out his hand and took it.

Cairns held his breath and carefully witnessed this scene - the legendary three holy artifacts finally fell into the hands of the same person for the first time in history.

But nothing mysterious happened.

They were in Harry's hands, held quietly.

"Then I'll go." Harry put on the Invisibility Cloak and walked towards the curtain.

Keynes was stunned, with a confused expression on his face: "That's the three holy artifacts?"

"Otherwise? Keynes, what do you think will happen?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

Keynes came back to his senses: "Those are the three holy artifacts."

The legendary Three Hallows of Death are treasures given to wizards by the god of death. They are so mediocre, shouldn't they be changed to a new day and make a difference? The magic power surges, the fairy blesses, and then the god of death is summoned.

"Whether they are related to the god of death is still unknown." Dumbledore shook his head, "their essence is nothing more than powerful magic props. Didn't Nico also create the Sorcerer's Stone? If that thing is not destroyed, maybe In a thousand years they will say that Merlin made the Philosopher's Stone."

"And my friend, the great master alchemist, Nicole Flamel, might become the incarnation of Merlin."

Keynes sighed.

Sigh for the Sorcerer's Stone.

The Department of Mysteries has never seen such a powerful, peculiar, legendary item that to some extent not only distorts the rules of the world, but also the rules of magic.

During their conversation.

Harry walked up to the curtain, and those whispering, heart-twitching hallucinations all disappeared, and the thin layer of the Invisibility Cloak pressed heavily on the top of his head. The weight of the clothes, the dim eyes, and the invisibility cloak seem to be no longer transparent, alienating him from the world.

He took a deep breath and broke into the curtain.

Hula——

The harsh wind rustled.

Through the veil, he came to a wilderness, dead and lifeless all around.

Looking back, there was a stone arch behind him, with curtains hanging on it, swaying silently and in the breeze that didn't exist.

Harry stepped forward.

Not long after, the resurrection stone held in the other hand trembled suddenly, and a white light came out, warm, sunny, and healing. It jumped up and flew back.

Harry turned his head. His eyesight was good, and he saw the white light flying fast, connecting with the stone arch and the curtain.

It's the same as I guessed.

This is the anchor, the coordinates.

Harry continued to walk forward, the land was barren, there was no reference, and the star hanging above his head, whether it was the sun or the moon, did not have any effect. After half an hour, it remained motionless.

This land is so barren that it seems that time does not exist.

Harry took one step, one step.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he could feel that his body hadn't changed in any way. Like the Pegasus, he wasn't infected with the breath of death.

Maybe it's not enough time, and it hasn't been marinated yet?

In addition to the sound of the wind, Harry suddenly heard the sound of rushing water, which made Harry quicken his pace.

Soon, he came to a river.

The river channel is spacious, hundreds of meters long, and the water is rushing, whistling, almost flowing at the speed of a waterfall.

The river is cloudy, like pumpkin soup, only darker and darker.

A few withered elder trees took root beside the river, stretching their teeth and dancing their claws, in low clusters, like human bones growing out of the soil.

Harry thought of that story.

"Three brothers were walking on a lonely and tortuous road, and they came across a rushing river."

He raised his wand.

"The water is too deep to wade through, and too dangerous to swim through, but the three brothers can do magic."

The magic power surged, and the transformation spell was cast.

"They made bridges big enough to cross this river just by waving their wands."

After a few clicks, the elder trees snapped, and they flew to the river, twisting and transforming into a solid wooden bridge.

Harry came over and walked onto the bridge.

"But when the three brothers walked halfway, a man wearing a hood blocked their way."

Harry walks by completely, nothing happens, the hooded man doesn't appear.

He turned his head and looked at the bridge.

The Grim Reaper did not appear because it did not want to appear, or because he was wearing an invisibility cloak?

Unfortunately, it is too dangerous to remove the invisibility cloak here.

Harry sighed softly and continued walking forward.

After crossing the river, the feeling of alienation from the world brought by the invisibility cloak was even more serious. His feet were on solid ground, but his whole body was floating.

Harry could feel that something was brewing in his body, a thick cocoon had formed, and it was about to break out.

He walks and walks.

Just when that thing was brewing to the maximum, something different finally appeared in the front of the field of vision——a door.

A lonely door standing in the wilderness.

Harry moved closer.

The door is very simple, made of elderberry, without any patterns or decorations on it, but there is a very conspicuous round hole under the handle.

Harry picked up the Elder Wand, the round hole matching it perfectly.

He reached out and touched the door.

With a click, the things in his heart tore open the cocoon at this moment, pouring out overwhelmingly, the icy cold almost immediately engulfed his body, making him shiver involuntarily.

Harry raised his hand, and the blood dissipated, leaving only paleness.

The breath of death is contaminated by itself.

He took a deep look at the door, retracted the Elder Wand, held the Resurrection Stone tightly, and walked back.

What is behind the door, why is there such a door in this world?

Harry was curious.

But he didn't know how long he spent here. At first, he was still thinking about the time, but as the number gradually increased, he was also tired of recording.

Compared with curiosity, Avalon is more important in his heart.

The white light on the resurrection stone is still there, firm and stubborn.

Harry walked forward along the light.

Going back is much faster than walking, and he walked to the river in a flash, crossed the wide river with a lift of his feet, and walked back to the curtain in a few steps.

Harry walked back through the curtain.

The air from the world of the living came, making him take a deep breath.

Jump off the stone platform and put away the invisibility cloak.

"Harry, thank God, you figured it out." Professor Sprout was concerned, and his voice gradually relaxed, "I'm really worried."

Harry said, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

He noticed that his voice became a little hoarse.

"Didn't you eat in there?" Dumbledore asked, "You look very bad now, as if you have been hungry for a long time."

Harry shook his head. He took out a jug of water from the sorting yard, took a sip, and waited until his throat became more comfortable before continuing to ask, "How long have I been in?"

"A week, a whole week," Dumbledore answered him.

Harry was taken aback.

a week?

This time was much longer than he estimated. He thought he could go in for a day at most, but it turned out to be seven times longer.

"There is no flow of time or space." Harry finished drinking the water, took out a new jug, walked to the stone steps and sat down, "There is no concept of hunger or thirst, neither the senses nor the body tell me that there is any abnormality. I thought it wasn't too long."

"Mr. Potter, what did you encounter inside?" Keynes asked impatiently.

Sprout was dissatisfied: "Mr. Flynn, now Harry needs to rest!"

"Am I in a bad mood right now?" Harry looked up at the amiable Professor Sprout, who now had real anger on his face.

Sprout nodded, with a worried look on his face: "It's bad."

She raised her wand, flicked it, and conjured a mirror.

Harry looked.

Withered and gray hair lying on the head, extremely dark circles under the eyes, sunken nose, dry lips, refugees from Velen to Novigrad.

There was no blood on his face, and there was even a trace of heavy black mist, making him look half-dead.

"It's bad." Harry nodded.

He had never been so embarrassed.

He grunted, drank another half bottle of water, took out the old wand, and handed it to Dumbledore: "The situation inside is very boring, it is a wasteland, I walked and came across a river, almost the same as in the story of the three brothers , but after I transformed out of the bridge, the god of death did not appear."

"The scenery on the other side of the river didn't change at all, but when I felt that I was contaminated with the breath of the dead, a door appeared in front of me."

Speaking of this, Harry paused, and drank the remaining half of the bottle of water before continuing: "It's as we guessed."

"The invisibility cloak hides death."

"The Resurrection Stone is the beacon that guides the way to the Veil."

"As for the Elder Wand, it's the key."

Dumbledore was taken aback: "The key?"

Harry nodded: "There is a hole in that door, which is just right for the Elder Wand to go in. I think that will open the door."

"What's behind the door?" Keynes was fascinated, "What's behind the door?"

Harry shook his head, "I don't know."

Keynes was taken aback.

"I didn't go in." Harry took out a small piece of biscuit, soaked it in the third bottle of water, and ate it in small bites. "I've got what I want, so I'm going to come out naturally."

Cairns was a little aggrieved: "Come to the door, Mr. Potter, you have all the key props, why not?"

"Mr. Flynn!" Sprout interrupted him ferociously, "You should be glad that Harry's body is different from ordinary people, and he is much stronger than ordinary people."

"Seven days, no water or food for seven days!"

"If it was an ordinary person, I'm afraid he would have died inside."

"Even if Harry can survive, it's at the limit of his body. How can you do it? Do you want Harry to die inside?"