Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Hariza plunged into the lake.

The Killer Whale potion made him swim fast through the water.

The bottom of the lake is much cleaner than Black Lake. There are no boots thrown in by students, no dusty necklaces, sculptures, portraits, and even messy dead branches and gravel. , there is a kind of delicacy of Professor Sprout's deployment of bonsai.

Even the sunlight pours in without hindrance, spreading evenly on every part of the bottom of the lake.

The sword in the lake sank in the southwest corner.

Harry had no trouble finding it.

Avalon loves everything about him, except for this sword.

Under the water, the rust is mottled, the water twists and turns its shadow, and the ancient magic breath hangs over it.

Harry waved his wand.

Detect the magic on it, there is no portkey, no black magic, and no magic that hides magic.

He peeled off the sorting hat, took out a small white mouse, put a head-soaking spell on it, and the floating spell drove it to swim over, touching the rotten blade of the sword in the lake, and touching the hilt bound with loose linen ,Nothing happened.

Safe and secure.

Harry grabbed the hilt of his sword.

The magic power surged, and a bright light emerged from the hilt of the sword, pointing in one direction—right below the island in the middle of the lake. Harry swam over with the sword in his hand, and under the island in the center of the lake, there was a huge root system, and where the light guided, there was a simple and unpretentious stone tablet with a small gap on it.

Harry thrust the sword into it.

The lake water poured backwards, rushing in with him.

In the water flow, with a bang, the opened stone tablet closed again.

The light still poured in unimpeded, Harry got up from the ground, waved his wand, dried himself, stood where he was, and looked around carefully.

It was a room, empty.

There were a few dummies in the corner, but nothing else.

"Entering Avalon, those who wander between life and death." A female voice sounded softly, "Are you also following in the footsteps of King Arthur?"

Harry shook his head: "No, I just want apples to grow on the trees in Avalon."

"Come here for the golden apple?" The female voice smiled, "I thought a swordsman like you would want the holy sword more."

Harry sniffed his nose and turned on the witcher's senses: "There are two people on the island, and I want to save them."

"Other than that, I am indeed more interested in the Sword in the Lake."

"Are they?" The female voice was low and deep, "For friendship? Not driven by profit."

With her voice, the magic power surged in this room. This kind of fluctuation was like facing the Mirror of Erised in the first grade.

"Oh, you're honest and you're not lying."

"Nowadays, there are not many people like you who have this kind of character."

Harry stared at one place, and suddenly interrupted her: "Aren't you coming out?"

The female voice was taken aback.

The wall was twisted, and a lady in a white robe with a spiral pattern came out, holding a pot in her arms, her face was a little pale: "Can you find me?"

"Where there is magic, there must be traces." Harry replied him.

The lady looked up and down, a little surprised: "Are you a wizard?"

A wizard with two long swords and leather armor? She saw it for the first time.

"How do you get those two people back so that the golden apples grow and feed them?" Harry asked her.

The lady raised her head, looked at the smallpox, and shook her head: "A golden apple can make the living live forever, but it cannot bring the dead back to life."

Harry's heart skipped a beat.

"But don't worry, they're not completely dead yet." The lady chuckled and turned her eyes back, "They're not creatures of this world, and the domain of death can't control them, and the little girl who sent them here is very smart, Very powerful, she can play with time and space, and fix two people in this moment forever until they are resurrected."

Harry looked serious.

"As for the resurrection, when the Apple of Avalon is established, all creatures belonging to Avalon will usher in a new life, growth, and maturity."

Harry took a deep breath: "Belongs to Avalon?"

"Geralt and Yennefer don't seem to belong"

The lady shook her head: "They belong."

"The girl made a vow with Avalon, and those two belonged to Avalon before they were resurrected."

Harry looked even more serious.

The oath is very ancient magic, or in other words, it is ancient magic.

The Patronus Charm is a kind of oath. Make an oath with yourself to abide by a good moral character. If you violate it, you will be swallowed by maggots.

Fidelity and Unbreakable are also vows.

The magic that Voldemort once used in the rock cave is also an oath.

Animagus, too, signed oaths with the moon and nature.

Modern wizards rarely, if ever, use such spells. It's not because of lack of power that he was eliminated, but because of the price. If you make an oath, you have to pay the price.

"What did Ciri pay?" Harry asked.

"She cannot set foot in Avalon again," the lady replied softly.

Harry was taken aback.

"She is very powerful." Seeing his confusion, the lady explained, "The power in the blood can play with time and space. She can go anywhere, even other worlds. The oath can only bind her in this world." Behavior."

"Avalon needs to remain pure from the mundane."

Speaking of this, the lady was a little distressed: "She travels too easily and too freely. We need to protect Avalon."

"So what does it take for me to get Apple to conclude?" Harry asked her.

The lady stretched out her hand and held up the bottle in her hand: "This cavalry wizard who came from afar to revive a friend, have you made all the preparations?"

Harry nodded.

"Starting from here, in the depths of Avalon, at the border with the underworld, there is a tree guarded by the asparagus dragon, on which are bound golden apples, take the golden apples, and use its endless vitality as nourishment, then It can make Avalon grow again." The lady said softly, "But I have to remind you."

"You can choose to stay by yourself, and the golden apple will grant you longevity and youth."

"You can also choose to awaken the holy sword and become a scabbard. The holy sword will make you invincible, and the scabbard will protect you from injury."

"The apples made by Avalon are just ordinary apples, maybe they will taste better?"

Harry shook his head, without hesitation: "Then I will bring three golden apples back."

The lady was taken aback.

After a while, she smiled slightly: "If it's possible, of course it would be the best, but young wizard, many things will not be as perfect as you imagined."

"Make your choice."

Harry looked at her, but said nothing.

"Opening the passage to the Golden Apple Paradise requires the power of an oath." The lady explained.

Harry nodded: "Of course, I will choose to donate a golden apple to make Avalon grow again and save Geralt and Yennefer."

one.

The lady covered her mouth and chuckled.

Young people always have many wonderful ideas, haven't they given up the idea of ​​getting many golden apples? Of course, reality will always teach young people to grow.

She raised the pot in her hand, and the clear water gushed out, condensing into the sentences spoken by Harry, and each letter was engraved on Harry's hand.

"Go." She waved her hand, "The oath will guide your path."

The writing on Harry's arm emitted a white light, pointing to the depths of the room.

He took a deep breath and walked forward.

The house was very deep, and there were no ladies or decorations left. There was only a dark and winding path left. Harry stepped on it and walked across a few small bridges. At the end of the road was a small river and a small boat without sails.

Harry hesitated for a moment, and sat on it. Without him waving his wand, the boat floated up automatically, and went along the river to the distance.

Avalon, the house at the bottom of the island in the middle of the lake.

The lady looked at Harry's back with a complicated expression, and was about to go back.

With a bang—

The stone tablet at the entrance of the house was blasted, and the lake water poured in. Along with the torrent of water, there was also a handsome young man.

The lady's face became terrified: "It's you!"

"Vivian, my dear friend, long time no see." Voldemort grinned, waved his wand, and blocked the stele. "It seems that Potter has already entered?"

"You shameful bastard!" the lady gritted her teeth, "You broke into Avalon again!"

Voldemort looked at the room with a cheerful tone: "I have been in Avalon for a long time, it seems that Avalon has not recovered since the last time?"

"Where are the green knights?"

"After being killed by me, there is no supplement?"

The lady narrowed her eyes: "You forgot the oath, Riddle! You made an agreement with Avalon, and from then on, you will never set foot here again."

"You broke your oath! The oath will punish you!"

"You will die in the frost!"

"Oath?" Voldemort raised his right hand high, and said in a proud tone, "Look, Vivienne, I am a person who died once and was resurrected, and the power of the oath has no effect on me."

"and"

"I've even avoided death."

"What vow can punish me?"

The lady waved her hand: "You are not welcome in Avalon, get out, Riddle, I will not be deceived by your rhetoric again."

She looked cautious.

Voldemort smiled contemptuously: "I have learned all the truth from you, Vivienne, you may be able to bluff Potter, but what about me?"

"Without those green knights, and without the other fairies, there are no guards in Avalon now."

"As for you, my dear Vivienne, you are just a missing body, how much power do you have left?"

"You are not worthy of my deception." Voldemort raised his wand, "Now let me read your memory obediently, and don't suffer, okay?"

The lady's expression changed, and she shook the jar in her hand: "Don't think about it!"

Just like what Voldemort said, what stayed in Avalon was not the fairy herself, but a residual magical power, and it was Avalon's own oath to protect Avalon.

She was aggressive.

five minutes later.

The clay pot was smashed to the ground, and the lady lay on the ground twisted in pain. Voldemort withdrew the Cruciatus Curse and shook his head: "I said, don't suffer, okay?"

Although his current strength has not yet fully recovered to its peak.

Residual memories can be obtained, those skills and abilities have been recovered to some extent during the study of more than half a year.

It's just a thought body, without a fairy personality, and it's no different from an ordinary witch.

Voldemort was no match for Harry and Dumbledore, and only Harry and Dumbledore.

"I am now, even if the group of green knights and fairies are resurrected, I won't be so embarrassed."

"Let me see what you and Harry have said."

Silver light poured from the wand, reflecting his greedy, distorted face.

"Geralt, Yennefer?" Voldemort whispered excitedly, "Sure enough, Potter knows them."

"Ciri?"

"A powerhouse who plays with time and space?"

"I haven't heard of it, let me see people who are not from this world?"

"oh?"

He frowned, surprised at the news he had received.

The source of Porter's distinctive and powerful power

Those unique vertical pupils that are not recorded in any book.

The time I spent waiting was not in vain.

He whispered softly: "Potter, I know your little secret."

At this moment, Harry took the boat, swam across the long river, through the fog, through the swamp, and stopped in front of a small island, even smaller than Avalon.