Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Wait until the next day.

Geralt woke up refreshed, with two more suits on the hanger.

A baggy tracksuit, the clothes of the common man.

A set of black tight witch robes, this is for Yennefer.

Clothes are not difficult to wear.

Geralt put on his underwear, put on his tracksuit, and stretched his fists and feet. The fabric was close to the skin, but it didn't irritate the skin at all, and it was more comfortable than the finest lambswool.

He quietly walked out of the house, closed the door softly, and looked around.

The castle is huge.

But where should I go? Harry said last night that he lives in the tower, that himself.

Before he could put his thoughts into practice, the floor in front of him suddenly lit up, and a small arrow flashed, indicating the direction.

Geralt walked along the arrow, walked down the grand staircase, bypassed some areas that appeared and disappeared suddenly, stepped on several stairs with people floating around, and finally came out of this complicated interior to the auditorium on the first floor .

He opened the door and went in.

There were four long tables in the Great Hall, and Harry sat at one of them, waving his hand at him.

"Harry, you're really early." Geralt walked over, and immediately a plate and an empty glass appeared in front of him.

"It's almost eight o'clock now." Harry raised his wrist and showed him the time. The hour hand almost stopped on "VIII", and the minute was only a few small marks away from "XII". Have a nice night?"

Geralt looked at the plate, then at the food on Harry's plate, and tried to speak in a low voice: "A goulash with red wine."

Juicy, plump chunks of beef immediately appeared on the plate.

The aroma is tangy.

He skillfully picked up the knife and fork: "The one in your hand can accurately record the time?"

"Hermione sent it." Harry nodded, "It's accurate to the second."

Geralt swallowed the beef. "I think I need a piece too. How can I get this?"

"I'll prepare a piece for you later." Harry said succinctly.

Geralt was about to speak.

Harry continued: "Geralt, I'm rich now, and I can save Vesemir from having to accept commissions for the rest of his life. By the way, he can repair Kaer Morhen as he wants, so that he can comfortably live there. Life."

"Even potions, weapons, and armor can be updated at any time."

Geralt was surprised: "How rich are you now?"

Restoring Kaer Morhen doesn't cost much, it's just trouble.

It doesn't cost too much money to live a comfortable life without accepting commissions.

But things like potions, weapons, and armor can be updated at any time. They are really rich. Even some small nobles dare not let go of Haikou, saying that they will support Vesemir for a lifetime-that is a very old man, almost older than some countries. the elders.

"There is more money than you think." Harry nodded, "The Potter family lives on the heads of wizards in the entire wizarding world, and that is a steady stream of income."

Geralt swallowed another piece of beef: "No wonder the armor you gave me is like that. Although it is quite useful, how long has it not been maintained?"

"That's what it tastes like." Harry finished the last of his food. "It's made of troll skin, which you can understand if you've ever seen a creature like that."

Geralt shook his head: "It doesn't feel like a good thing."

Harry looked up and looked towards the door: "Oh, here we come."

Geralt followed and said softly, "Very dangerous man."

Through the door, they heard hurried footsteps outside the door, as well as the snake-like breath.

Clang—the door was pushed open.

Snape walked in: "Potter, you."

He noticed the man in the Great Hall, sitting across from Harry, who had the same eyes as his.

"Let me introduce, this is Geralt." Harry stood up, changed to sit down at the long Hufflepuff table, and with a wave of his wand, brought Geralt's plate over, "A man I trust very much, and you The same, it is worth entrusting my life."

"This is Severus Snape, a great master of potions." Harry turned his head, "I trust him."

"Hello." Geralt greeted him.

At first glance, he didn't feel very good about Snape, with loose robes, greasy hair, lifeless eyes, and an evil and dangerous aura lingering around him.

The same goes for Snape, who even has nothing but dislike for Geralt.

Especially those amber eyes with vertical pupils.

"Another Potter?" Snape whispered.

Harry shook his head: "Geralt is Geralt, and has nothing to do with Potter. As for eyes, it's a very complicated matter, and I can explain it to you slowly."

Snape sat down, a plate appeared in front of him.

His appetite was not as good as that of the two witchers, so he just ordered some green beans and potatoes: "I'll see you in Dumbledore's office later, I have something to do."

"Did Barty Crouch Jr. write to you?" Harry asked him.

Snape paused and glanced at Geralt: "Potter, sometimes people with the same eyes are not worthy of trust."

"Geralt and I lived and died many times." Harry shook his head. "It can be said that he is my father."

Geralt smiled slightly and nodded slightly.

No wonder.

Snape suddenly understood.

No wonder I didn't like this person so much at first sight.

"You don't have that much respect for that fellow Black." Snape sneered.

"I love the Godfather as much as Geralt," Harry retorted. "It will hurt the Godfather to know you say that."

He paused slightly: "Of course, my dear Severus, I love you as well."

Snape ordered the plate: "I'm eating, don't say such disgusting things."

"Last night, Barty Crouch Jr. wrote to me, saying that he needs my help to prepare some potions. By the way, he asked me to find some information at Hogwarts, which is related to wild hunting."

"What's the address?" Harry asked him.

Snape shook his head: "Crouch is almost as cunning as the Dark Lord, without revealing the address, I tried to track it with magic, but it didn't work."

"You didn't succeed?" Harry was a little surprised.

Snape emphasized: "It's not success, it's not failure. The distance is too far for the magic to work."

"I'll talk about it when I see Dumbledore later." Harry refilled his glass of water, "Did you read the letter I gave you yesterday?"

"You're only in the sixth grade now." Snape glanced at him. "It's a bit too early for you to think about childbirth, at least after graduation."

Harry shook his head, "Not me."

Snape glanced at Geralt, hesitated, and took out a bottle of potion from his pocket: "Stag blood potion, it can be used as an emergency, but it's best to go to St. Mungo's for this kind of problem. There are some magic that can easily solve these problems." question."

"My dear sir, I am very happy in that and don't need the help of these things." Geralt put away the potion.

Harry opened his mouth to explain: "It's something else."

"We'll talk about it after Madam Pomfrey comes over later."

Snape ate quietly.

Harry fumbled into the Sorting Hat, took out something, and put it on the table: "Speaking of the harvest in Avalon, I got this thing."

A golden apple blooms faintly on the table.

"Golden apple?" Snape sniffed his nose lightly, the strong apple fragrance made him awake quite a bit, "The one in the legend?"

Harry nodded.

"Want to make it into a potion?" Snape didn't touch it. "You should give it to Sprout. Maybe she can grow it."

Harry shook his head: "Its power is dissipating, very slowly, but compared to yesterday, it has dissipated by nearly one percent."

"Is there any way to save it?"

As he spoke, he took out another bottle from the Sorting Hat, which contained a milky white liquid, emitting a dim light.

"This is the sap of the golden apple tree."

"The situation is worse than the golden apple, almost one-third of the magic power is dissipated."

"If you can't preserve it, make it into a potion as soon as possible."

Snape was annoyed: "Is Professor Potter starting to give me homework now?"

"I'll keep a copy." Harry shook his head, "If I fail, Master Snape will guarantee it."

Snape snorted without speaking, and with a wave of his wand, he put away the golden apple and the sap.

"The Thunder Potion we used in Avalon was made by Master Snape." Harry introduced to Geralt, "Many materials are not available here, and he improved them little by little."

Geralt's eyes immediately became respectful.

It is not difficult to brew potion, but it is too difficult to adjust the formula of potion.

Snape narrowed his eyes, noticing the word "here" in Harry's words.

Yennefer also got up quickly. Like Geralt, she was also guided by the house elf and came to the auditorium for dinner.

"Where is Mr. Dumbledore?" Yennefer probed after the last piece of muffin was stuffed into his mouth.

"Here we go." Harry said softly.

A flame unfolded before them.

Dumbledore pulled a person to appear: "I went to pick up Bobby."

"Mr. Snape knows about Harry, does this lady know?" Yennefer asked unceremoniously.

Dumbledore shook his head.

Yennefer waved her hand: "Then this lady goes out first, let's discuss Harry's matter first?"

"Madame Pomfrey is trustworthy." Harry said softly, "It's just that before that, Dumbledore didn't say anything because he was afraid they would worry about me."

"However, compared with the thing on my forehead, let Madam Pomfrey check your body first."

Ye Naifa frowned: "Harry, I have been like this for decades."

"Me too," interrupted Harry.

"Ye, listen to Harry." Geralt said, "He is a very reliable person."

Ye Naifa chuckled: "At least more reliable than you."

Geralt shook his head helplessly.

At least

In this way, Ye Naifa agreed.

Madam Pomfrey took a deep breath, waved her magic wand, and conjured up a bed: "Madam, please lie down on it now."

Yennefer followed her instructions.

Madam Pomfrey flicked her wand, a spell fell on her, and soon, her eyebrows furrowed.