Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Sprout was dissatisfied, extremely dissatisfied.

Keynes shrank his neck, not daring to speak any more.

"Professor Sprout, it's not that far yet." Harry rubbed his eyes. "I can last three or four days at this level, but I just don't want to go."

"I am also curious about what will be behind the door, but there are more important things to do right now."

He broke off two biscuits and said, "Thank you, Mr. Flynn."

"The Department of Mysteries always welcomes you!" Keynes immediately responded with reverence, "When will you come next time?"

"As long as you want, you don't need to make an appointment, just come here."

Harry nodded: "Professor, let's go."

"Harry, you." Dumbledore frowned.

Harry interrupted him: "I mean back to Potter House, now I need a good rest, Albus, be careful not to shake what's in your head."

"Although I am physically better than the average person, I am not yet so invulnerable."

Dumbledore nodded and smiled helplessly: "I thought you would be in a hurry to get there."

"Why are you in a hurry?" Harry shook his head, "When you are in a bad state, you are in a hurry to step on Voldemort's trap."

The voice fell to the ground.

Keynes was startled, and tilted his head back, a little unresponsive. Sprout picked up his newly slackened heart again.

"He guessed you were going there?" Dumbledore thought thoughtfully.

Harry nodded, and walked up the stone steps: "Obviously, he still has some brains, at least a little smarter than the previous one, and when we came just now, someone went to tip him off."

"Tipping off the news?" Keynes raised his voice sharply, "Is there a Death Eater of You-Know-Who in the Department of Mysteries?"

Dumbledore nodded: "That's what we know."

Keynes clenched his fists: "I haven't recruited anything in the past few years."

"It's been there since more than ten years ago," interrupted Harry. "The Department of Mysteries has leaked through the sieve."

Keynes opened his mouth, very at a loss.

"Which ones?" When he got to the middle, he asked with a sullen face.

Harry waved his hand: "Professor Dumbledore and I are just ordinary wizards. Suggestion, we just make a suggestion. Maybe you can trust Scrimgeour."

Auror?

Keynes didn't speak, but nodded quietly.

When he walked out of the death hall, Keynes looked around at the silent people coming and going, and gritted his teeth. He thought that this group of wizards who, like himself, dedicated their lives to studying the mysteries of the world, could not become Death Eaters or members of the Order of the Phoenix. The fact is still beyond their imagination.

He looks like everyone now, and it's hard to imagine what kind of soul is under these honest skins.

Harry and Dumbledore left quickly.

Keynes took a deep breath, walked out quickly, went up to the second basement floor, and went to find Scrimgeour.

Porter House.

It was lively, Sirius was sparring with Lupine, and Tonks was holding up a video camera to record.

Black's old house is the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, and Sirius seldom lives there. He didn't like it before, but now it's hard to face.

Kreacher was cleaning, the locket dangling from its chest.

Since destroying the locket, Kreacher respected Sirius, Harry, and Dumbledore to the same degree as he respected his master.

After replenishing some food and water, Harry returned to his room, fell asleep next to the pillow, and didn't wake up until the afternoon of the next day.

in the living room.

Sirius and Dumbledore were sitting on the sofa. The man in his thirties seemed to have finally realized how wonderful learning is during this time, and he kept asking the old headmaster questions.

"Harry, you've figured it out." Sirius cheered as he threw the book into Dumbledore's arms when he saw him for the first time.

Harry nodded: "How long have I been asleep?"

"All day." Dumbledore put his hands away and put them on a side cabinet. "Would you like something to eat?"

Harry rubbed his stomach and sat down: "Of course."

"Before, my body was numb and I didn't feel anything at all. Now I wake up after sleeping and I'm very hungry."

He almost lost his voice.

A juicy and steaming steak quietly appeared in front of him.

There were also ten slices of white bread, a glass of red wine, and a salad of chopped fruit.

Harry looked thoughtfully at the silver cutlery, bearing the Potter crest.

Um.

As far as I could remember, the Potter family didn't seem to have such gorgeous things.

"Kreacher did it." Sirius had a mocking smile on his face, "It's much better now, but it's a house elf after all, you know this kind of creature, their brains may be a little abnormal."

"It says that Potter will become the greatest wizard like Dumbledore, and the Potter family should have what the Potter family should have."

Harry picked it up, cut it down with a knife, and cut off a piece: "Maybe it's changed to a griffin or a wolf, forget it, it's better to change it to a wolf."

Sirius immediately complained: "Harry, you are too partial to Remus."

Harry comforted him: "It's okay, when Uncle Remus' lusomy is cured, he won't be a wolf anymore."

Sirius opened his mouth.

Is this the problem?

One steak and ten slices of white bread wasn't enough for Harry, and when he just revealed that he wanted more, the empty plate was immediately removed, and a new one was vacant.

Harry finally understood why many pure-blood families were lonely and still insisted on raising a house-elf.

Such a life is indeed unimaginable.

At Hogwarts, I don’t think so. After all, there are not many house-elves in the kitchen, and it is difficult to keep an eye on every little wizard. But at home, the house-elves stare at him all the time, observe Every word and deed, even as small as the eyes, eyebrows, and eyes, try to figure out every little thought to serve.

It is indeed worth it.

He had a slightly different opinion of the house-elves.

After eating and drinking enough, Harry was not in a hurry to set off.

Demon hunters must make full preparations before hunting and traveling. The Gryffindor sword and snake bone sword were maintained, potions were replenished, and some materials, as well as the alchemy bomb developed by George and Fred, were added to five.

Two days later.

Dumbledore disapparated with Harry, and the next second, they appeared on an isolated island.

They stand on a cliff by the sea.

In the distance, there were several fishing yachts sailing, and Harry could still hear some men and women chattering.

Randy Island.

The largest island in Bristol Bay, this bear-like island, is one of the most popular tourist areas for many capitalists and even the middle class.

"It wasn't like this when Grindelwald and I came here." Dumbledore was a little surprised, looking around without being noticed by ordinary people.

Harry looked at the towering hotel and shook his head: "People's development will always be beyond imagination."

Ciri had spoken to him.

As a daughter of destiny with ancient blood, she has been to many worlds, one of which has even developed to the point where machinery replaces her body. In her own world, this was only filmed as a sci-fi element. Dudley liked it very much, and even Sirius was very interested in it.

"Some of what Gellert said is right." Dumbledore muttered, and after letting Harry know about the past, he didn't shy away from mentioning him.

"Is the entrance to Avalon on this island?" Harry asked him.

Dumbledore shook his head: "No, here is the closest, we have to start here."

They cast the illusion spell on themselves and walked quietly towards the beach.

all the way to the port.

The towering, white lighthouse is moored with yachts and cruise ships.

They conjured a small boat in the cove, and after sitting in it, Dumbledore steered it to sail.

A cruise ship was just sailing out of the port, and the two people hidden by the phantom spell could not be seen. It rolled over straightly, and the water waves it brought splashed Dumbledore in the face. Harry had already used magic to protect it.

"You'll look stupid like this." Harry said blankly.

Dumbledore cast a drying spell on himself: "I just want to experience the charm of ordinary people's transportation."

"Such a big ship is unimaginable to wizards."

Harry doesn't comment.

That's only for ordinary wizards.

The boat quickly overtook the cruise ship, like a swordfish, plunged into the hinterland of the sea, and after bypassing several reefs, a thin mist surged, covered the sea surface, and engulfed them.

Dumbledore stopped the boat: "Harry, I can only go so far."

"I can't get in Avalon."

Harry nodded, and conjured another boat for himself: "Then Albus, you just wait here, I don't know how long it will be, and if Voldemort escapes, remember to block him."

"Of course." Dumbledore nodded.

Harry got into his own boat, hung up the flashlight, and with a wave of his wand, a breeze blew, the sails were raised, and the boat moved forward.

The deeper you go, the thicker the fog.

He couldn't tell the direction, so he drove straight.

After Harry ate his first meal, suddenly, the fog cleared, and a holy, oil-painted island appeared in front of him.

"Avalon?"

Harry whispered, and steered the boat closer. The waters beside the island were different from the sea in the distance, as pure as blue and white, reminding Harry of Grindelwald's eyes.

With a bang, the boat crashed into the soft sand and stopped moving forward.

Harry stepped off the bow and looked up.

In the distance is a lush apple tree, extremely quiet, without the breath of living things.

No no no.

Harry took a deep breath and looked into the distance, there was still the breath of a living thing.

A few holy smells, hidden deep.

There were also a few smells that made him sick—it was the rotten, disgusting stench emitted by Death Eaters infected by the Dark Mark. It was not so strong before, but now I didn't see them, and I was already in the wind. in the smell.

Sure enough, Voldemort had come here first, and tried to get his servants to come in as well.

This deepening of the stench is the price for coming in?

Harry took a deep breath, waved his wand, put on the cloak, and walked across the beach into the apple grove.