Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

"Let me take a look here again." Geralt knelt down and picked up the other moss.

Harry waved his wand.

The moss peels off and the vegetation dies and quickly blends into the soil.

There was a buzzing sound in the pavilion.

The stone platform in the center was twisted and opened like a door, revealing a downward passage-this is the way to Godric's room, and it can still be opened without inserting the Gryffindor sword.

Geralt checked carefully.

But the final result was the same as Harry's, only there was such a small mark on the stone pillar.

Swallows spread their wings and soared thousands of years ago.

But now a thousand years later, where did she fly to?

They took the Thestrals and returned to Hogwarts.

in the auditorium.

Harry conjured parchment and floated vertically in front of them: "Let's sort it out."

"Now we have two things to do, one is to find Voldemort, and the other is to find traces of Ciri, what she may have left in this world."

Because I am in this world.

Geralt and Yennefer have also been sleeping in this world, and Ciri knew that she would find a way to wake them up.

"The memories in Bella's mind may not be real. I tried it last night, and it was severely damaged. Some memories were even stripped off and cannot be repaired."

"But his desire to find the Wild Hunt should not be fake."

"He couldn't find the Three Hallows, and Grindelwald didn't join forces with him."

Following Harry's words, the quill drew a map of the European plate on the paper, and the Germanic region shone brightly.

"Dumbledore said that the Wild Hunt has frequently appeared in this area, so it is obvious that Ciri was active in this area."

At this, Harry paused, tapping his wand lightly on the parchment.

The map of Great Britain instantly enlarged.

"Of course, the most important thing should be something related to Galahad. Ciri has the blood of the ancients, and she can see the future." Harry continued softly, "She should leave some key information. Over there."

Dumbledore thought about it.

Yennefer curled her lips: "The woman in Avalon should have been in contact with Ciri. That man named Voldemort read that woman's memory like you did?"

Harry nodded.

"Then the question now is not whether Voldemort will find Wild Hunt, the question is whether that person will do anything to Ciri!" Yennefer slapped the table, emphasizing, "He knows Ciri's ability!!"

Harry comforted her: "Yennefer, there is no legend of "Ancient Blood" in our world. Time and space are very profound magic. Voldemort knows Ciri's ability and will only regard Ciri as a very powerful one." Witch, he is a weak person, he dare not provoke Ciri easily."

Yennefer pursed her lips.

Dumbledore nodded in agreement: "That's right, with Harry and I's current level of magic, we can only play with space superficially. As for time, we can't do anything about it."

Yennefer sat back and said nothing.

Harry clicked lightly on the parchment again, and the map was enlarged again, and the Scottish Highlands and Hogwarts gradually appeared in front of them: "Albus, do you still remember the saying we cared about two years ago?"

"You mean Voldemort hid a Horcrux at Hogwarts?" Dumbledore pushed down his glasses.

Harry nodded.

Dumbledore said softly: "But we have been searching for two years, it's not that we haven't found it all the time."

"Voldemort won't let us find it so easily." Harry sighed with emotion, "He has lived here for seven years, and he would come out every night, looking for the women's bathroom"

"Since the thing about the secret room was spread, no one has found it except him?"

"including you."

Dumbledore nodded, he had indeed been looking for the secret room for a long time but hadn't found it.

"What else is hidden in Hogwarts?" Harry raised his head, looking at the transparent ceiling showing the sky outside, "No one can tell."

"Although I haven't found it yet, I have always held this suspicion."

Having said that, he clapped his hands lightly.

"Now it's clear what we have to do."

"We have to go to Germania, looking for signs of the Wild Hunt and Ciri." Harry's eyes circled the remaining three people in the room, and finally stopped on Geralt.

"I'm fine." Geralt nodded.

Harry looked at Dumbledore: "Let someone be with Geralt, he doesn't know as much about the world as a wizard."

"Let Lupine join him?" Dumbledore suggested a candidate.

Harry smiled slightly: "George and Fred just graduated, and you poached their most capable shop assistants."

"And still with Geralt."

Dumbledore gave a puzzled "Yeah".

Harry continued: "Lupine, my Uncle Remus, is a werewolf, but he has never hurt anyone as a werewolf, and now Professor Snape and I are working on how to cure his dire wolf disease."

Geralt nodded: "Don't worry, I will be gentle with him."

"Then in Great Britain, I'll be the one to look for Ciri?" Yennefer said impatiently, "Give me a helper, I think those house elves are very good."

Dumbledore responded: "Of course, Ms. Yennefer."

"Before school starts, Yennefer, I can be with you." Harry said, "If you don't hate teleportation, Geralt, you can actually come back every day through the Portkey."

Geralt raised his hand, rubbed his forehead, and muttered distressedly: "Please forgive me."

An occasional teleportation is fine.

But teleporting back and forth every day is tantamount to torture for a demon hunter.

They discussed.

Dumbledore was very interested in the magical knowledge of another world, and Yennefer was the same. They communicated with each other, Harry listened quietly, and made some suggestions from time to time, only Geralt, sitting by the side like an outsider— —Although he also has the qualifications to become a warlock, he does not know magic.

at the same time.

In the Ministry of Magic.

In the Auror office, Scrimgeour took a deep breath and greeted several of his subordinates: "Good news, Voldemort is dead."

The Aurors blinked, staring at their Director in disbelief.

this.

This news is somewhat difficult to accept.

"Mr. Potter and Mr. Dumbledore told me." Scrimgeour emphasized, "This news will not be false."

"Tonks."

He called out a name.

Tonks answered.

"You take a team of Aurors to Malfoy Manor later, and tidy up there." Scrimgeour ordered, "There are you guys, and I will go to the Department of Mysteries with me later, this is the best Opportunity, we have to clean up this group.”

He couldn't finish his sentence.

A note suddenly flew in front of him and unfolded hastily.

It was Thickness's notice asking him to go to a meeting.

"What's the matter, Mr. Scrimgeour." Tonks asked, leaning forward, eager to read the contents of the note.

Scrimgeour didn't stop her: "You take someone to Malfoy Manor first."

"It's about time for me to go and see what else Thickness wants to do."

He straightened his robe, cast a beauty spell, combed his hair, and ran upstairs.

Just opened the door and walked in.

Scrimgeour realized that he was the last one to be notified.

Officials from other departments of the Ministry of Magic, including some in logistics, and people with the title of "officials" also appeared here.

Most notable.

Still in front of the minister's desk, the two people tied up.

"Mr. Scrimgeour, you are finally here." Thicknesse greeted him graciously, "Now that everyone is here, I have a few things to tell you."

Scrimgeour's heart skipped a beat.

Shinkness bowed: "First of all, I would like to apologize to everyone. I was too aggressive towards Mr. Potter and Hogwarts some time ago, causing the Ministry of Magic to suffer a lot of loss of property and reputation."

"Of course, it wasn't my intention, but I had to."

He said, taking a deep breath: "I am controlled by the black devil."

"I could clearly feel what I was doing, but I couldn't resist."

In the office, there was an uproar among people who didn't know why.

Scrimgeour's face became heavy.

Sinnix continued: "Don't be so surprised, it's not that I have the ability to get rid of the control of the mysterious man, but the mysterious man is dead."

"Just yesterday, he was defeated and killed by Mr. Potter and Mr. Dumbledore."

Scrimgeour clenched his fists—this news should have been told by himself.

There was another loud uproar in the office.

Thinknes waved his hands, motioning them to be quiet: "In the Ministry of Magic, there have always been You-Know-Who's lackeys, silverfish called Death Eaters! It's the two of them, the silent men lurking in the Department of Mysteries. Help the mysterious person."

"When I found out that I could get rid of the mysterious man's control, I immediately found them and arrested them."

He paused and took a deep breath.

"I understand very well that even if I do this, it cannot make up for the loss caused by my being controlled by the mysterious person, nor can I completely cleanse myself."

"I just want to prove two things."

"First, my heart is always on the side of justice."

"Secondly, I hope that other people like me who have been coerced by the mysterious man will stand up bravely. The mysterious man is dead. What we have to do is to completely eliminate the influence of the mysterious man. We can no longer keep food like Fudge was in power. Dead Apostles are at work in the Ministry of Magic."

He glanced over the crowd.

The officials of the Ministry of Magic looked at each other suspiciously and suspiciously.

Thickness raised his hand: "And one last thing."

"My experience has made me ineligible to serve as the Minister of Magic again. To exercise my last power as the Minister of Magic, I propose to select a new Minister of Magic."

"I think Mr. Scrimgeour would be a good fit."

"His performance has always been excellent. He has always stood with Mr. Dumbledore and Potter first, and stood on the front line against Voldemort."

As soon as he said this, Scrimgeour's expression became even uglier.