Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Neville was not able to attend tonight's birthday party.

The injuries on his body were serious.

But members of the Order of the Phoenix are all good at self-healing, and Mrs. Longbottom also has a lot of experience in healing her grandson. They put Neville in the guest room and continued to celebrate his birthday.

Harry hadn't had a drink with Geralt in a long time.

And Sirius got involved.

The scene got out of hand.

Hermione sat aside, hugging her knees, watching them worriedly.

Sirius was okay, he had to drink one sip at a time, but Harry and Geralt were different, they drank bottle after bottle.

In less than half an hour, more than ten bottles of vodka bottomed out.

The last time I saw so many empty wine bottles was when Gryffindor was celebrating, but it was a whole Gryffindor! And now, there were only three people, to be exact, only Harry and Geralt, and Sirius had just finished the first bottle and uncorked the second bottle.

"Don't worry about them so much." Yennefer came over and sat next to her, "The witcher won't be in trouble because of this little wine. Of course, the smell is too bad."

"Geralt, he can't sleep with me tonight."

Hermione blushed slightly: "It's really all right?"

"Really." Yennefer raised her hair, "What's the point of seeing a group of men drinking, let's go, I will continue to teach you some charms of women."

"Of course, you can also teach me about your beauty magic tricks. It's so interesting."

She pulled Hermione away.

With no women around, the topics of a few men are more open.

Geralt had no idea he had done so many interesting things.

After drinking too much with Lambert, they were encouraged by him, and the four of them went to steal Yennefer's clothes and were caught.

"It does sound like something Lambert would do." Geralt hiccupped. "It would be nice if he was here."

"At least we don't have to make Yennefer angry anymore, we don't have to steal her clothes." Harry poured himself another glass of wine.

Sirius was dumbfounded, holding his cup, staring blankly at them.

Lupine was also dumbfounded.

He didn't drink much, and his mind was still clear. It wasn't the alcohol that made him stupid, but the news—Harry and Geralt, they all looked serious, and they were able to behave like Sirius. ?

Geralt was stunned, and his head was slow: "Oh, yes, this is a village, we can go buy it, Harry, you are very rich."

Harry shook his head: "No, you don't need to buy it, I know magic, very beautiful magic."

He took out his wand and flicked it lightly.

The loose tracksuit on Geralt's body instantly twisted into an exaggerated little dress with a black background, a violet color scheme, and a lace cutout pattern.

He looked down: "Harry, it's a little tight, where the chest is."

Harry waved his wand again.

Geralt's pectoral muscles had grown stronger from exercise.

"Oh, magic can still do this?" Geralt felt this strange feeling, "Oh, no wonder Yennefer doesn't like it, it's so cumbersome."

"Of course it's cumbersome." Sirius plausibly said, "I'm glad I'm not a woman."

Geralt tilted his head: "Is there any magic to transform into another person completely?"

"I mean everything, becomes someone else."

Harry nodded: "Of course, Polyjuice Potion can do it. You only need a little hair, skin, or even toenails of the person you want to become. Throw in the potion and drink it, and you will become that person." people."

"A man can also become a woman?" Geralt looked strange.

Harry answered him, "Of course."

"Geralt, don't think that way, it's disgusting."

Sirius tilted his head, unable to react, why did the comment of "disgusting" suddenly appear.

"I asked for Lambert." Geralt suddenly said seriously, "I think he must need that thing very much."

"Why didn't you say help Mother Eskel?" Harry waved his hand. "I think he must really need a little of your hair."

Geralt twisted. "Damn it, I've got enough ladies."

"Then you won't mind provoking some more trouble." Harry said a lot, and drank another big glass.

Geralt talked about his old past.

Harry was fascinated. It was the first time he knew that Geralt had provoked so many sorceresses, such as Fringilla and Estred, and not only the sorceresses, but also the princess of a certain country, classmate of dandelion

Sirius muttered enviously, "What's so good about being in love so many times?"

"Women make men more mature." Geralt sighed.

Lupine tilted his head, lost in thought.

They drank until dawn.

The next day, the Weasley family who stayed overnight woke up - yesterday George and Fred wanted to stay and drink together, but Molly took them back and forbade them forcibly. Lido, Tonks, Hermione and Yennefer, they saw an incredible scene.

Geralt was lying on the sofa in a luxurious gown, and the chest muscles that Harry had conjured up yesterday hadn't recovered yet.

Sirius put on troll armor and held a broom.

Harry even rode on the banister.

Only Lupine was in the best condition, lying on the table, honestly - if he wasn't topless.

It took a long time to clean up the messy scene.

Geralt and Harry didn't feel at all like they drank dozens of bottles last night. They woke up and packed themselves up as if nothing happened last night.

Sirius couldn't get up.

His alcohol capacity was not bad, but compared to the witcher, this amount of alcohol was nothing, and he lay on the bed groggy.

Lupine hadn't drank much before.

But after Harry and the others got drunk, they drank alone and drank themselves down without saying a word. Like Sirius, they became groggy and became bedmates.

Geralt had to wait until Lupine had fully recovered before setting off with him.

Rita was very attentive, and Mundungus also worked hard, but Ragnac seemed to have disappeared from this world. No, it should be said that those elves who were hostile to human wizards seemed to have disappeared from this world. Disappeared, they worked very hard and seriously, but they have not been able to find a piece of reliable information.

No Legnac, no Master Blacksmith.

Geralt had to wear snakeskin armor forged by ordinary people, which had no magical powers. The workmanship is not bad, but it is still a lot worse than the troll leather armor or the snakeskin armor on Harry.

They set off from London, boarded a plane, and flew to the Germanic region.

Ye Naifa also got busy.

Hermione is a good helper, not only able to keep up with her thoughts, but also very smart, and can often provide some useful suggestions. Most importantly, she can take Yennefer into and out of various large libraries-of course, this paragraph Time also allowed Hermione to see what kind of temper Ye Naifa had.

In just half a month, the number of people beaten by Ye Naifa was more than the number of people she beat up in more than ten years.

The results of owls are also sent during this time.

Due to the transfer of power within the Ministry of Magic and the investigation of the Death Eaters by the Auror Office, the results were delayed for a while.

All the subjects Harry referenced were "O", a total of ten, and he did not participate in Arithmancy and Muggle Studies.

Hermione got twelve 'O's, tops in every subject she referenced.

Become the third student in the history of Hogwarts to get "O" grades in all exams.

Before her, there were only two people who could do this.

One is Tom Riddle and the other is Barty Crouch Jr.

Dumbledore didn't.

Of course, like Harry, he did not take all the courses.

Bill, Charlie, and Percy, although they have obtained twelve certificates—they do not require an "O" grade to obtain an Owls certificate. As long as they have an "A" passing level, the Ministry of Magic will send the certificate.

This made Hermione feel a little awkward.

how

Are you on the same level as them?

Ron, like Harry, took ten exams, but only got eight "O", and although he didn't get the best grades in the remaining two, he also succeeded in getting a certificate. He didn't study History of Magic very seriously. , only got an "A", just got stuck on the pass line of the certificate, and filled in some theoretical knowledge wrongly in divination, and only got an "E".

Of the three, Ron had the worst grades.

But this was enough to make Molly feel excited. The Weasley family had another good child, who got a certificate for every subject he referenced. Among the many children in the Weasley family, only Bill, Charlie, and Percy Did it, George and Fred failed to get full certificates.

The only pity is that Ron didn't refer to the 12 subjects, otherwise the four children in the family who have obtained the 12 certificates will have more face when they speak out.

They are busy.

Find Ciri for the new school year, or for investigating Voldemort.

Malfoy Manor.

The house that was burned by Fiendfire and turned into ruins is now completely new, and it has become the same as before. The wizards are good at magic and can rebuild the house in just half a month.

Narcissa sat at the door, looking ahead stupidly.

She has been waiting here for a long time.

Eat here, sleep here.

The sound of footsteps came to her ears from afar, and she was numb and unmoved.

"Mom, I'm back." A familiar voice came after the footsteps stopped.

Narcissa looked up sharply.

It is the only concern in my heart now, my son, Draco Malfoy.

Tears could not be held back, rolled out of the withered eye sockets, ran down the withered cheeks, and fell on the withered ground.

And the last time I saw him, things had changed too much.

He was a little taller, about half a head taller, and had lost a lot of weight. The robe that used to fit him was now a bit bloated, and he had many scars on his body. There were two scars on his neck, five scars on his face, and countless more on his bare arms.

And those beautiful gray eyes, the white of one rolled up and foggy.

"Draco, your eyes?" Her voice trembled.

Draco raised his hand and touched it: "Because of Bella's curse."

"Sorry, Mom, I'm only coming back now."

He tried to explain: "I've been on the run, I haven't subscribed to the Daily Prophet, and I didn't see the newspaper until a few days ago, saying that Voldemort is dead."

"It seems that he is indeed dead."

Narcissa nodded, tears rolling more violently: "Potter killed him."

"Then Dad, Potter also killed him?" Draco said in a low voice.

Narcissa shook her head: "No, yes, it was the Dark Lord who killed me, he wanted to protect me, but"

Draco didn't speak, he sat down beside his mother, and on his robe, the badge of the Slytherin prefect, which was always new, was shining with a dark green light.

After a while, he said, "Don't worry, Mom."

"I'll get it all back."

He raised his wand and re-cast the spells for Malfoy Manor. According to his memory, he cast the spells that once protected Malfoy Manor but were wiped out with a fierce fire one after another.

It's just that there are some spells that he hasn't learned yet.