Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Harry didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

Voldemort held his wand: "Geralt, Yennefer, what a nice name, are they important to you?"

The scarlet light in the eyes flashed, and the voice was full of bewitching.

"Are you really going to give her the hope of resurrecting the two of them?"

With a wave of his hand, he pointed his wand at the fallen lady: "Can you trust a weak creature like this?"

"I used to be as naive as you."

"I thought there would be fairies, heroes, and the Danu protoss."

"But they are indeed ancient, and they may be legendary, but they are naive and stupid. I learned from Vivian that they are just stronger wizards."

"Wizards and mortals, of course, they will die too."

Voldemort paused, looked at Harry, and said meaningfully: "Potter, the fairy in front of you has long since died, and what remains in Avalon is only a thought body, a moving portrait."

"Avalon"

"It's not the promised land you imagined either."

He waved his hand: "Avalon is no different from Hogwarts. It used to be an area where wizards gathered. Ghosts, magical races, and wizards live here away from mudbloods."

"Can Hogwarts save those two people you care about?"

"Think of Avalon being the same as Hogwarts."

"I'm different, Potter, you and I have fought many times, and you killed me twice, but I'm still alive."

"I, the great Voldemort, have crossed death, I am above death, according to these ancient wizards, I am now enough to be called Death, why don't you try to believe me?"

"I can bring them back to life."

"We can be friends."

"Dumbledore will only restrain you."

"I'm different, you are more talented than me, and you can walk the same path as me"

His words sound sincere and serious.

Harry nodded, thoughtfully: "So you hooked up with the old woman again?"

Voldemort's face froze.

"Do you have a hobby in this area?" Harry looked at him and chuckled, "Another one, which one is this?"

"Potter! I'm very sincere with you" Voldemort gritted his teeth.

Harry waved his wand: "You always like to try."

"I want to try to convince me with some unrealistic things. This is the case when my brain is not good, and it is also the same now that my brain is a little better."

The dummy in the corner rattled and rushed towards Voldemort with a sword in hand.

Harry also drew the snake bone sword.

Run to Voldemort.

"Potter, you are asking for trouble." Voldemort's face turned completely cold, but his body was honest, and he raised his wand.

With a bang—

The stele was blasted, and he turned into a black smoke and flew out from the gap.

Fighting Potter in a narrow space was too much of a disadvantage. He had already eaten it once, and it was impossible for him to eat it a second time.

Harry chased after him, touched the sorting hat, and a golden light hit the lady's head.

The lady covered her head and looked around her. The golden apple was lying beside her hand.

She quickly grabbed it and held it tightly in her hand.

"Avalon will usher in a new life." She whispered, struggling to get up, the Cruciatus Curse tormented her, and the pain still persisted.

On the island in the middle of the lake.

"Potter." Voldemort flew in the air with an arrogant expression, "Your biggest mistake is that you don't want to be my friend."

He raised his wand aloft, and shot the great Dark Mark.

In Avalon, those Death Eaters were attracted and turned into black smoke. They couldn't fly for such a long time as their masters. When they landed on the water, one of them turned into a huge stone platform, and they stood firmly on it. .

Just like Harry saw them before, his face was paler, withered, and his life was drained, and the smell of decay became more and more obvious.

The magical aura on them also became thicker.

Same night as the Triwizard Tournament, only more dangerous.

He flicked his wand, and Fiendfire rolled up.

A white light gushed out from the huge apple tree on the island in the middle of the lake and landed on Harry. Before it stopped, Harry said, "Go back and protect Geralt and Yennefer, they will be resurrected later." gone."

Bai Guang flew back immediately.

The unicorn landed beside the two of them, and the spiral-shaped horn emitted a white light, and time and space were blocked outside this circle of light.

Voldemort was wary.

He floated in the air, cast spells and transfiguration spells to harass, and those Death Eaters rushed towards Harry no matter the cost.

Burning their own vitality, coupled with Voldemort's gift, they became powerful.

Stronger than the professor, a little worse than the professor, not very powerful, but the number is large, and he is not afraid of getting hurt. He actively faces Harry's sword and spells, even with his hands, hands, and teeth. his actions.

And hard to kill.

After they came to Avalon, they underwent flesh and blood transformation, like dementors, cut off their arms, and when a burst of black smoke came, they grew back.

This kind of unkillable enemy with almost infinite physical strength is the most troublesome.

The situation is tense.

Voldemort held up his wand, his eyes rolled quickly, and firmly recorded all of Harry's fighting methods, thinking and responses, and cast a spell to consolidate and strengthen this memory.

On the island in the middle of the lake.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew out, making the water ripples on the lake, and there was a different feeling, as if spring had come.

The apple trees rustled, and pale pink flower buds popped out one by one. Another gust of wind blows these flower buds open, blooming five petals of pure white flowers, revealing the bright yellow stamens. When the third gust of wind blows, it is still a breeze , but there is some hot breath in the wind, summer is here.

The flowers withered, drifted all over the ground, or splashed into the lake.

Fruit came forth.

Blinking from green to red.

On the island in the middle of the lake.

The two sculpture-like figures gradually began to breathe.

Geralt slowly opened his eyes, and he saw the leaves above his head, the sunlight dappled through the gaps, shining like a layer of gold leaf, and the branches full of apples.

He stretched out his hand, squeezed it lightly, and took a greedy breath.

There was still pain in his body. Looking down, half of his body was covered with bandages. It was hard to imagine that he could survive such an injury.

"Lie down quietly, dear." A familiar female voice came from beside him, "Lie down, don't move, you are still injured."

"Where are we, Yeh?" Geralt turned his head, surrounded by the familiar, hot lady.

"Does it matter? We are together, you and me." Yennefer replied softly, and she also turned her head to meet Geralt's gaze.

The eyes of the two people intertwined, almost glued together.

"I remember, we were in a small boat with Ciri," Geralt tried to remember, "on lakes, rivers, and fog."

"Where's Ciri?"

He asked finally.

Ye Naifa shook her head: "She's gone."

Geralt breathed out. "I wonder where I am right now." He had a bad idea.

Yennefer was the same as him, but held his hand tightly: "It doesn't matter, my dear, I will be with you, it doesn't matter what happened, it doesn't matter where we are, now I am with you, I will never again."

She whispered, solemn and holy.

"Sorry, although it's bad to interrupt you when you are in love with me." A clear male voice came, "But I think it is very necessary for you to know what happened and where you are."

The two looked up and saw the familiar face.

"Harry, why are you here?" Geralt was startled, a little surprised.

Yennefer couldn't believe it either.

Harry took out the sorting hat and threw out several bottles of potions, a set of leather armor, and a long sword: "I'll talk about it later."

"Geralt, I hope you haven't lost your fighting skills after losing your hearing and senses."

He flicked his wand.

The transformation spell turned, and an apple fell, turning into a solid stone wall, but it was blown to pieces by the spell.

"Did you see that?" Harry said blankly, "I was the one collecting your corpses just now, but if you continue to dawdle and talk about each other, I'm afraid you will have to deal with the funeral for me."

Holding the sword, he jumped out again.

"When can Harry use magic?" Yennefer was a little surprised, "It's still such a profound transformation magic."

Geralt shook his head, opened a bottle of potion, and sniffed slightly: "How would I know?"

"A potion for healing wounds?"

"It smells like medicinal soup that ordinary people drink."

But he didn't hesitate, and immediately swallowed it. A warm current slid down his throat and fell into his stomach. Almost instantly, this warm current spread to his whole body, giving him a tingling feeling.

Geralt sensed the changes in his body, and he peeled off the bandages in surprise. The originally hideous and fatal wounds were now only shallow wounds.

He picked up the second bottle of potion and unscrewed the cap: "It's like Thunder Potion."

"But it's different."

He didn't hesitate to take this strange potion directly.

The majestic magic power and strong medicinal properties washed over his body viciously.

"Hey, that's enough." Geralt took a deep breath, rubbed his veined temples, and picked up the leather armor.

"It stinks." He frowned, muttering dissatisfaction, "Harry hasn't washed this suit of armor, my God, it looks like it was just taken out of a pigsty."

Disgusted in his mouth, but he put on the somewhat too tight armor honestly, picked up the sword, put a layer of Quinn shield on himself, and ran towards Harry.

Those haggard, wicked creatures startled him.

"Harry, I've never seen such a monster." Geralt drew his sword, looked up at the man flying in the sky, and turned to dodge, avoiding the green light he shot.

"Let's talk about it after we solve the trouble." Harry split the approaching people with his sword, and when they gathered together again, he waved his wand with the other hand, and the stone platform stretched out on the water, "Yennefer, see if there is anything Magic can work on these creatures."

Without saying a word, Yennefer threw a flame, wiped Harry's ears, and fell on the group of Death Eaters.

"It's no use, Aunt Yennefer." Harry shook his head.