Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

There seems to be no trace of time passing in this ancient promised land.

The woods are very clean.

There are no fallen leaves, no dead branches, every apple tree is full of vitality, stretching branches, no insects can be seen, and no bird's nest can be seen.

It's just that in July, there are no fruits among the branches and leaves, even green and immature fruits.

Harry turned on the witcher senses.

The rotten and rotten smell of the Death Eaters was almost substantively revealed in his eyes. He followed the breath, turned over and climbed up the tree, and looked at them—they were two patrolling Death Eaters from the Carlo family. Compared with the last time Harry saw them, maybe the life after getting out of prison is not as good as Azkaban, maybe it's the price of entering here.

The two of them looked like the living dead.

He has the same smell as himself, the smell of death.

Harry was in no hurry to attack them.

Continue to wear the cloak of invisibility.

The two Death Eaters were patrolling the island, numb and stiff, like the dementors in Azkaban.

The Carlo brothers and sisters seem to be the highest-ranking and closest to Voldemort among this group of Death Eaters.

No Bellatrix, no Barty Crouch Jr.

Voldemort just wants to rely on this group of people?

But it's just this group of people, they still can't peek at themselves under the cloak of invisibility.

From the outside, Avalon is not small, but it is very easy to walk. Harry quickly walked all over the land with only apple trees, leaving only one last place untouched - the center of Avalon, the place where An island in the middle of the lake with a huge apple tree.

The lake is blue.

Harry put on dragonskin gloves, stretched out his hand, touched the surface of the water, stained it with some lake water, handed it to the tip of his nose, and sniffed it gently.

With a hint of apple aroma.

He took off his gloves and tried to touch the water again.

Neither hot nor cold, it brings the most pleasant feeling when dyed on the skin, does not harm the skin, and even has some moisturizing effect.

After taking a sip, it was no different from ordinary lake water, and there was no discomfort in the body.

Safety.

Harry dived into the water, and after confirming that the blue water of the lake could well cover his figure, he put away the invisibility cloak, dived to the island in the middle of the lake, put on the invisibility cloak again, and dried his clothes and footprints.

in the senses.

On this island in the middle of the lake, there were only three breaths, neither of which was the rancid smell of Death Eaters, nor the complex smell that belonged to Tom alone. One is in the tree, full of abundant and majestic breath of life, and the other two are under the tree, familiar, familiarly evoking the memories deeply hidden in Harry's mind.

He walked over quietly.

After just a few steps, something was in sight.

Under the tree, lay two people.

Time stopped on them, silently.

Harry stared blankly.

Geralt with white hair but young and handsome, and Yennefer with black hair and robes, they are here, and they are here.

Are you asleep?

still

He suddenly felt a little uneasy, and walked over quickly.

Two people under the tree, no breath, no heart.

It's like dying.

Harry tried to reach out.

Suddenly, a white light shot from the apple tree, towards Harry who was covered by the invisibility cloak.

He rolled and dodged just in time.

The white light sank into the ground without making a sound, seemingly harmless.

One hit missed, followed by the second white light.

Harry didn't dare to resist. In his senses, the white light posed a great threat to him.

He continued to dodge.

The white light source is continuous, and it is as dense as the rainstorm.

Harry swung his wand, and the robe under his body jumped out with a whoosh, turning into a sharp sword, and pierced fiercely into the apple tree.

A holy, vigorous creature jumped out of the tree.

Horse body, unicorn.

It is a unicorn, but it is completely different from the unicorns in this world. It has an extremely powerful aura on it.

It roared in a low voice, scratched its hooves, and stood in front of the two people.

Harry stared at it blankly, thinking of something, and asked in a low voice, "Ivaraquax, pony?"

Ciri had told him that was a long time ago.

She said that she had a unicorn friend that she met in the desert of Koraz, and that they had a difficult time together and formed a strong friendship.

It was related to Geralt and Yennefer, Harry thought of it immediately.

The unicorn stopped moving, and tilted its head hesitantly.

"Ciri?" Harry said another name.

The unicorn eyed him suspiciously.

"I'm Ciri's older brother, Harry, she should have mentioned me?" Harry said slowly and in a low voice, "I'm also a witcher, a wolf-sent witcher."

The unicorn's eyes fell on Harry's chest, on the griffin pendant Hermione had given him.

"Oh, it's not a badge." Harry lowered his head, looked at it together, thought for a while, and it was too difficult to explain during this period, so he simply sighed, "Well, even if I'm a Griffin School, you shouldn't be more at ease. yes?"

The unicorn nodded.

"I'm friends with the two people you protect." Harry tried to approach, "Geralt is like my father, and Yennefer is my sister."

The unicorn's eyes changed.

"I know their relationship." Harry changed his words immediately, "but you know what would happen if I called Yennefer's mother, or auntie."

The unicorn steps aside a little.

Harry approached reassuringly, looked at the two of them: "What's the matter with them now? Are they dead or alive?"

The unicorn nods.

"Alive?" Harry rummaged through the Sorting Hat. "Let me try."

He took out a bottle of potion, unscrewed the cork, squatted in front of Geralt, and was about to pour the potion into it.

The unicorn stretched out its head, pushed Harry's hand away, sniffed at the mouth of the bottle, confirmed that the potion was harmless, and then retracted its head. It seemed a little shocked that the witcher would start using potions with no side effects .

The bright red potion was poured in.

But failed to bring about any change.

Geralt was still asleep.

"Did Ciri say when they would wake up?" Harry asked.

The unicorn looked at the apple tree aside.

"Bearing fruit?" Harry thought for a moment, guessing what he was thinking.

The unicorn nods.

"How to make the fruit come out?" Harry asked.

The unicorn lingered, scratching its hooves uneasily. After a while, it suddenly said, "I don't know."

Harry was surprised: "You can talk?"

"Of course I will." The unicorn shook his head. "I just don't want to. For Apple Island to bear fruit, it needs the approval of the fairies, but they are stingy. I have communicated with them and they refuse."

"and"

"About fifty years ago, a good-looking but very evil guy broke into this place and had conflicts with the fairies. They had a fight and all the fairies disappeared. He even wanted to say goodbye to Ciri. The two people who were protecting me started, but I chased them away!"

Speaking of which, it's proud.

"Voldemort." Harry spit out a long name.

He raised his head and looked at the sky, no trace of magic.

Since entering the island.

Apart from the Death Eaters, he hadn't seen Voldemort.

Where is he?

It was impossible to let only Death Eaters in. He knew that no matter how bad his condition was, a few or a dozen Death Eaters could not handle it.

"But the fairies told me." The unicorn stomped on its hooves, "If one day they disappear, and someone with a righteous heart comes over, you can let him dive into the bottom of the lake, um. Just say this to him, and he will will understand what it means."

"do you understand?"

Harry nodded, expressionless: "If the people who came were not from Great Britain, I'm afraid they would really be at a loss."

"Shall I go find the Sword in the Lake?"

Legend has it that after the sword in the stone was broken, King Arthur came to the holy lake under the guidance of the great magician Merlin. He sincerely repented and was given the sword in the lake by the fairy of the lake. When King Arthur was about to return to Avalon in his later years, let him His servant returned the sword and threw it into the holy lake.

Is it this holy lake?

Harry got up and looked towards the blue lake: "Has anyone else been here before I came?"

The unicorn nods.

"What did he do?" Harry asked.

The unicorn shook his head.

Harry was startled: "Nothing."

The unicorn trotted aside, right by the lake, and stamped its hooves.

Harry understood: "You mean, he stood here for a long time, then left without doing anything?"

The unicorn came running back, snorting happily.

Harry was silent, staring at the lake, took a deep breath, and felt the breath in the air. On the island in the middle of the lake, only these three breaths remained unchanged, but farther away, there was a vague, elusive magic power .

Step closer.

The breath is still obscure and vague.

Walking to the edge of the lake, Harry stretched out his hand and pulled it lightly. The magic power appeared, and a fist-sized eyeball was also revealed. It was on the surface of the lake, away from the island in the middle of the lake, watching and watching from a distance. the island.

Voldemort was careful.

He knew that Harry had keen senses, so he didn't set up any magic on the island, watching from afar.

Harry squeezed the magic power hard with his palm, and with a snap, the eyeball was also shattered.

"Can Geralt and Yennefer get out of here?" Harry frowned.

The unicorn didn't speak or move, just looked at him quietly.

Harry let out a breath, knowing that he had asked something nonsense, and time seemed to stand still in Avalon, so that they could save their lives.

This is something you can see at a glance.

certainly

Voldemort could see it too.

It's just that Harry was curious.

Why did they suffer such serious injuries.

What was left in the battle with Wild Hunt after he left?

"I see." Harry took a deep breath and patted the unicorn's neck. "Protect them both. I'll find a way to make the apple tree bear fruit."

He walked towards the lake, gripped his wand tightly, and took out the "Killer Whale" potion.

Voldemort was really good at taking advantage of the situation.

No matter if he succeeds, or when he was in the second grade, or now.

He must be very proud now.

After digging the hole by myself, I stood at the mouth of the pit, just waiting for myself, and then I saw myself in a difficult situation, but I still had to jump down.