Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Germanic.

Harry was surprised and looked at Dumbledore: "Germain, so far?"

Wild Hunt is not about wandering around the world and traveling around.

They will only follow in Ciri's footsteps.

Their presence there proved that Ciri left the most traces there.

Harry was aware of it, and so were Geralt and Yennefer.

"Where's that Germanic?" Geralt asked.

With a flick of his wand, Harry flew a map out of the Sorting Hat and displayed it in front of the two of them. It was a map of Europe.

"We're here now." Harry said the Great Britain plate on the map, with a light the size of a green bean flashing in the upper left corner.

"The Germanic region is here." He continued.

At the lower right of Great Britain, on the continental plate facing each other across the strait, and separated by several countries, an area is shining brightly.

"About more than eight thousand miles." Speaking of this, Harry paused for a moment, and he snapped his fingers to convert the units. "Geralt, it's about the same as the miles we usually use."

"That far?" Geralt was surprised.

Demon hunters are never fixed and active in a certain area. They often roam around in various areas and villages, and are very sensitive to distance.

At your own speed, if you don't accept any entrustment

It takes at least three or four days to travel a hundred miles.

Baqianli Road

This will take nearly a year.

"What about the motorcycle?" Geralt turned his head and looked at the two quiet cars in the corner of the room. "It was a joke to me, but it must be very fast with such a strong wind. And it’s flying, so you don’t need to think too much about the terrain.”

The Sorting Hat muttered, "I suggest you take the plane."

"It's comfortable, it's fast, and it's easy to fall apart after flying so much at once."

"Sirius said that when he crossed the Atlantic, the car fell apart several times."

Geralt murmured, "Airplane? Harry, I think I've heard you talk about it."

"I said it." Harry nodded, "But don't worry, I have to give you your identities first, Professor Dumbledore"

Dumbledore nodded: "Of course it's no problem. We haven't paid attention to the Ministry of Magic these days. Scrimgeour seems to have made some moves."

"Oh, by the way, I have to tell him a little bit about what happened tonight."

With a flick of his wand, the quill rustled the letter.

Voldemort died again.

The Death Eaters were almost wiped out, only a few fled outside.

This is a big deal for the Ministry of Magic.

Scrimgeour had been waiting for an opportunity, and this might be the one he wanted.

"Rest here tonight?" Harry took the memory out of the Pensieve, put it back into the bottle, and stuffed it back into the Sorting Hat, "Write tonight, take us to see Madam Pomfrey tomorrow and Hagrid."

Geralt nodded.

Yennefer took a deep breath.

Dumbledore waved his hands at them: "I think you must have a lot to say."

They were led out of the office by Harry.

"This reminds me of Kaer Morhen." Geralt said when he came out completely, looking at the corridor, "But it's much more beautiful and much cleaner. It may not be easy to clean this place."

"I think Yennefer will like it very much." Harry said softly.

Yennefer sneered: "Because I'm an old woman, do I have to like this dark living environment?"

Harry snapped his fingers: "Crow!"

With a snap, a house elf appeared in front of them: "Dear Mr. Potter, what can Crowe do for you?"

"Prepare a comfortable room for these two guests," Harry ordered.

Speaking of this, he paused and looked at Yennefer: "You can ask for any needs, and it will satisfy everything for you."

"No matter how tricky it is."

Ye Naifa smiled: "You are talking as if I have always been an old woman who makes trouble for no reason."

Geralt and Harry looked at each other.

Who dares to say yes?

"I want a big soft bed." Ye Naifa thought, and ordered, "There are also some magic props."

She rambled on.

It is detailed to the placement of the bed, the size of the unicorn doll, and the type of book.

What floor should the room be on and what kind of scenery can you see?

The only flaw is probably that the two worlds are different, and many magic materials and magic props do not exist.

Geralt got dizzy.

Yennefer finished the last request and looked at Harry provocatively: "How, can all these be done?"

"It's ready for the lady!" Crowe responded excitedly, "Dear guest, please come with Crowe."

Yennefer was taken aback.

Geralt was also a little surprised.

They followed Crowe's footsteps, walked up to the fourth floor, and pushed open the door of a classroom - this has been converted into a bedroom, with a large, soft bed, a brand-new mattress full of the smell of sunshine, a bookcase, There are books that Yennefer wants to read on it, all the elves took them out of the library.

Slight aromas of cloves and gooseberries.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows are facing the black lake dotted with stars. Several mermaids are frolicking on the surface of the water. They are too far apart to make out their appearances.

Exactly as Yennefer requested.

"So fast?" She was surprised, and walked to the French window.

Crowe Tsundere: "Now that the little wizards don't come to school, we can concentrate on serving the two guests!"

"Hogwarts house-elves are the best house-elves!"

"There is no elf anywhere that can serve so many people at once like us."

Harry waved his hand.

Crowe immediately understood, snapped, and disappeared before their eyes.

"This is a special kind of creature here. The meaning of existence is to serve wizards." Harry waved his wand, dragged a chair over, and sat down by the window. "They are very good at this. Just say it."

"I called it out this time to let you get to know it."

"Actually, this kind of creature prides itself on not appearing in front of its owner, and quietly providing the best service."

Yennefer was very moved: "Where is this creature captured?"

Harry shook his head: "It's much more disciplined here than there. Yennefer, if you want, I can buy you one, but I'm not sure if I can take it back."

"You never told us that there are wizards in your world." Geralt sat down on the bed, feeling the softness and elasticity.

Harry smiled, "I never knew either."

"I didn't know my identity until Hogwarts wrote me a letter after I came back."

Geralt looked at his chest: "Then claiming to be a Griffin school?"

"Although Vesemir said that you may be more suitable for a griffin"

Harry shook his head: "Geralt, listen to me, it's not what you think."

Ye Naifa felt that this sentence was familiar.

Harry went on: "It's a gift from Hermione, a witch, my lover."

Geralt raised an eyebrow.

Yennefer probed and listened carefully.

"Hogwarts, the school of magic, has four schools, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin." Harry introduced, "They are Griffin, Badger, Eagle and Snake. , I was sorted into Gryffindor, which is why I received such a badge."

"I've always been of the wolf school."

"I can prove myself."

"My dear white wolf."

He took off his wand and the sorting hat, and with a wave of his hand, the small round table swung around and flew towards them, just in time to catch these two things.

Animagus!

The spell is activated.

Before their eyes, Harry twisted his limbs into a handsome white wolf, and quickly changed back again.

"Look." Harry spread his hands.

Geralt was surprised: "Now you are also a white wolf."

"So I've always been a member of the Wolf School." Harry emphasized seriously.

Geralt said softly, "It would be even more convincing if you didn't wear the insignia of the Griffin School and wouldn't conjure that silver griffin."

"Okay, tell us about the situation you are facing now, we are still at a loss."

Harry nodded.

Tell me about your entanglement with Voldemort, and what happened over the years, without reservation, even about Snape.

There is no one in this world more worthy of his trust than Yennefer and Geralt.

"The scar on your forehead, sleeping another person's soul?" Yennefer's face became dark and he clenched his fists.

It gave her a very uncomfortable feeling.

Back then, she clearly checked Harry's body carefully, so she certainly didn't miss the scar on his forehead.

Can.

As a result, he didn't notice that the piece of soul didn't belong to Harry, but he just regarded it as a natural and powerful soul.

Harry said softly, "Yennefer, there's no need for this, Voldemort is very powerful."

"When it comes to soul, no one is better at it."

"And these are two magic systems."

Yennefer took a deep breath: "It seems that we have more troubles to solve than wild hunting, let me study it."

"Maybe I need some books on soul magic?"

She was talking, but nothing appeared in front of her, which made her look gloomy again.

"House-elves belong to Hogwarts." Harry read the thought in her eyes. "All about the soul is dark magic. Those books are kept in the restricted area and can only be read with Albus' permission, and those House-elves aren't allowed to touch those things."

Yennefer stood up.

"Get some rest tonight." Harry shook his head. "It's been on my head for decades, so there's no rush."

Yennefer glanced at Harry's forehead unwillingly, and sat back.

"Okay, then I'll ask him tomorrow." She sighed.

Harry stood up, waved his wand, and pushed the chair and table back to their original positions: "Don't bother you, I have to go back and rest."

"We're going to be very busy for the next few days."

"There are still traces left by Ciri waiting for us."

He goes to the door.

The two people in the room stared at each other in silence.

Harry turned around suddenly: "By the way, I remind you."

"Professor Dumbledore lives on the eighth floor, and I live in the further tower."

"House-elves don't watch, they just read the 'serve needed' emotion, and without feeling that emotion, they don't show up."

"You are free tonight."