Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

The flames were as arrogant as Crouch's smile.

His eyes and expression were all ferocious and twitching.

Harry looked at him from afar, raised his wrist, glanced at the time, and waved his wand gently.

The giant steel snake pressed down, its body flat, like a train, rampaging, crushing and rushing towards Crouch.

Violent and rapid, the flames emptied, the trees collapsed, and hot, bright yellow molten gold flowed from the snake's belly.

He jumped down, touched the Sorting Hat in the air, and drew out the snake bone sword.

He stared straight at the person hiding behind the flames.

Crouch's heart thumped, his smile gradually froze, and the expression in his eyes slowly changed from ferocious and jealous to shocked and incredulous.

Harry Potter didn't immediately put out the fire.

There was no time to think too much.

The giant snake was already wrapped in fierce fire and rushed over. Harry also held the sword and fell from the sky.

Curse Harry?

Then he was hit by a giant snake.

And there is no guarantee that chanting a spell by yourself will cause harm to this person.

Crouch waved his wand, and the ground beneath his feet arched up. He was shot behind him like a slingshot, and the raised part turned into a stone wall in the blink of an eye.

The giant snake rumbled in, splitting the wall into pieces.

Harry landed lightly, flicked his wand, and the magic peeled away the fierce fire gathering around him. Without hesitation, he rushed towards Crouch.

"What's going on with your expression?" Harry looked at him and said softly, "Why aren't you smiling?"

"Crouch, you are a handsome guy, you look better if you smile more."

He spoke without affecting the movements of his hands. The sword danced and moved toward Crouch's fatal spot.

Crouch dodged awkwardly, waving his wand to release as many spells as possible.

But those spells had almost no effect.

In terms of magic power, physical strength, and perception, he was far inferior to Harry.

"Are you surprised why I didn't put out the fire, but wanted to catch you first?" Harry stabbed with his sword and came closer. Crouch was about to wave his wand and chant a spell to distance himself when he suddenly stretched out his feet.

Caught off guard, his retreating feet got caught and he stumbled to the ground.

Expelliarmus!

A ray of red light shot out from Harry's other hand and hit Crouch's hand. The wand flew out. Harry tilted his head and did not catch it. It flew away, grazed his ear, fell into the fierce fire, and exploded with a click. After the sound, don't burn it to ashes.

Harry stepped on his chest, raised his hand, and looked at the time again: "Fifty-three seconds, less than a minute."

"Do you understand now?"

He raised his wand high, and the magic power gathered in large waves, surging.

"All curses end!"

The magic power rushed out, the tide surged out, and the wind rolled down on all the Lihuo. They resisted stubbornly and wanted to continue to devour them, but the magic power cut off any fuel needed by the Lihuo, and they dissipated and extinguished.

Harry took out another handful of seeds from his pocket and tossed them forward.

A wave of the wand.

The weather spell blew up a breeze, carrying the seeds and flying them to all the scorched earth after being burned by the fierce fire.

They fall to the ground, take root, and sprout.

The scorched earth was still desolate, and when the snowflakes fell, they immediately turned into water vapor and floated up, but a little bit of green popped up, and it was no longer so lifeless, but more or less alive.

Crouch stared at Harry and held his foot with one hand: "Potter, you are really outstanding."

"Thank you for the compliment, Professor, would you like to give me some extra points?" Harry lowered his head and looked at him.

I heard the sound of growing plants in my ears.

Crouch nodded with difficulty: "Of course, twenty points for Gryffindor."

"To commend you for your excellent swordsmanship and your excellent spell stopping."

He paused briefly.

"But Potter, let's stop here." He smiled ferociously again, and with a click, something was pulled open by him. After a clang, milky-white glaring smoke poured out from under his robe.

There is no magic fluctuation.

In the thick fog, Crouch waved his hand and barely cast a wandless spell. The thunderbolt explosion set off a huge air wave, blowing Harry backwards.

Amidst the explosion, Crouch snapped his fingers.

Right now.

"Shadow Lock!" Harry recited a spell while retreating, locking the space. Huge magic surged, giving this small space a jelly-like texture.

He flicked his wand again.

The weather spell blows away the white mist.

Crouch was still on the ground, holding a house elf by his hand.

"Professor, I have to praise you. It's really unexpected." Harry clicked his wand, and a used smoke bomb flew out from under his robe and fell into his hand. "Ordinary people's weapons, like yours Aren’t people the most contemptuous of ordinary people?”

Crouch gritted his teeth.

The reaction was so fast?

One second, two seconds?

If you were just a little slower, you could be apparated away.

"You think I react quickly?" Harry dropped the item and read Crouch's face, "Professor, it really makes me sad. I thought you knew me very well. I thought you would have great confidence in me. .”

"You actually think that I can't react in such a long time?"

Crouch said nothing.

The house elf huddled next to Crouch aggrievedly, holding his hand tightly, the meager magic power in his body working hard, again and again, but to no avail.

"Professor, is there any other way?" Harry asked him.

Crouch still said nothing.

"Flying around." Harry waved his wand and uttered a spell.

Molly often used this spell to confiscate the prohibited items carried by George and Fred. It was a variant of the flying spell. It did not require pointing at a specific target, but it could make the items of the type you want fly out in front of you.

Crouch's robe was lifted.

Miscellaneous things flew out.

A bag with a Seamless Stretch Charm was torn into pieces by Harry, and the contents poured out.

A few devil's ivy seeds, biting kale, mandrake.

Several bottles of magic potions, colorful, some curative and some poisonous.

A firebolt.

Several round grenades.

One of the bottles caught his attention. It was reinforced by layers of magic and filled with fine milky white dust. Harry raised his wand and the bottle fell into his hand.

The familiar breath and the cold touch.

It's hoarfrost.

"Have you found the Wild Hunt?" Harry looked at him and lowered his tone.

Crouch tilted his head and looked at the house elf: "What do you think?"

He didn't dare to look at Harry.

No one dared to look into the eyes of a wizard skilled in Legilimency.

Harry waved his wand, and a grenade twisted and transformed into a big hand, plucking Crouch's head, forcing him to look at him: "Answer my question."

Eye to eye.

Legilimency.

Harry didn't wait for an answer, peering into his mind.

Crouch's brain is filled with fictitious memories.

Voldemort is young and handsome, the Headmaster of Hogwarts and the Minister of Magic, and he, Barty Crouch, is the Professor of Dark Arts at Hogwarts. They live together in Hogwarts city. In the fort.

Harry turned on his magic.

This is brain defense protection.

The only magic that could resist Legilimency was indeed useful, but the trouble it caused to Harry was limited to that small illusion.

Harry continued to peer.

He read about Crouch's childhood. His father, his real father, was busy and away from home all day long. His mother doted on him and pampered him to do everything. When his father is not at home, there is no doubt that he is happy, but when his father comes back, the false happiness will collapse. Crouch Sr. has always looked down on his mother's doting on Crouch Jr., and would scold him severely every time he came back.

Little Crouch thought that if he performed well, he would be recognized by his father.

Since the first grade, he has shown extraordinary excellence and got twelve "O"s in the sixth grade, but Crouch didn't even praise him.

On the contrary, Voldemort was attracted by his talent and treated him tenderly.

Harry read that after Crouch became a Death Eater.

Voldemort would scold him and correct his faults.

He will also be praised and rewarded for his achievements.

The Death Eaters, Bellatrix, Karkaroff, Rodolphus, Aiwu and Wu all treated him like a brother and sister.

For the first time in his nearly twenty years of life, he felt at home.

Harry read about how painful he was when he was imprisoned after Voldemort's first fall, how he missed his "home" and how he hated his "parents" who bound and controlled him.

but.

Since three years ago, Crouch's memory has been missing. There is a lack of blockbusters, blockbusters, blank blocks, and even the memory of the past six months, nothing.

His memory began when he appeared at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. He was going to find Aragog, send human flesh there, and ask about their current status.

The most critical thing.

How did he get here? Where is his hiding place? Voldemort's remaining Horcruxes? his plan

None of these things exist in his brain.

Harry looked away.

Crouch crawled on the ground, gasping for air, and laughed.

Harry waved his wand, and his big hand grabbed the house elf's head, opening it to look at him.

Legilimency.

same method.

Invading the brain of a house elf is much easier than invading Crouch's brain. It does not know Occlumency, and everything is openly revealed to Harry's eyes.

It is a house elf at Hogwarts named "Kaka" who has worked in the kitchen for more than ten years.

But its memory also has large gaps.

After school starts, the memory is cleared every night.

Moreover, the memory of the time when Barty Crouch Jr. stood on the edge of the Forbidden Forest has also disappeared and been artificially cleaned up.

"Potter, don't bother." Crouch twisted and ferocious, "You can't possibly know anything."

Harry said nothing, thinking about the long, long blank space.

Sometimes blank space is also a clue.

Footsteps came from behind.

Harry looked back and saw Dumbledore and Hagrid.

"Harry, have you caught Crouch?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry said nothing and stepped aside, exposing Crouch's figure to the two of them.