Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Hogwarts.

When Harry and the others went back, they happened to meet Geralt who was wearing a short shirt and getting ready to exercise.

"You were so busy that you didn't sleep all night?" He could see the deep tiredness hidden on the faces of Dumbledore and Snape at a glance.

"That's obvious." Harry nodded, "Geralt, see you in the principal's office later."

Dumbledore kindly reminded him: "The password is sour lollipop."

Harry and Snape looked sideways.

Strictly speaking, sour lollipops are similar to piles of cockroaches. In the perception of most little wizards, they are not as interesting snacks as "strange-flavored beans", but are more likely to be regarded as prank props.

Sour candies are always popular, but this "sour lollipop" is an exception.

It is so acidic that it can cause harm to the body.

When Ron was a child, George and Fred pranked him with this candy, burning a hole in his tongue.

He cried so miserably that his cries could be heard from all corners of the Burrow, although not as loudly as George and Fred's cries. There was a legend in the village of Ottery St. Catchpole. Although there are often such rumors in this village, those weird things usually happen on the nearby mountain called Stoat.

The difference that time actually happened in the south of the village, far away from the Weasel Mountain.

Even adults will not feel comfortable in their throat and tongue after eating this candy.

"Don't look at me like that." Dumbledore shook his head, "I don't like this kind of candy, but I haven't been very happy with it recently. It's like eating a sour candy cane."

Snape threw his head back and pursed his lips.

Geralt continued to go out for morning exercises.

Snape didn't have to prepare for lessons and went back to his office to rest. He had to prepare. When Harry and the others came back, they had to go find Crouch and probe him again.

Harry and Dumbledore got busy and blocked all the secret passages they knew.

Also call the house elves, the castle is everything to them, and they know all the big and small things better than the wizards.

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Consistent experience has taught Harry and Dumbledore that such creatures are unreliable at certain times. Even if they are loyal and have no thought, their brains are poor and too easy to be manipulated. They have no ability to resist the wizard's spell.

Harry checked their memories to make sure that the only memories that had been erased from their minds were the Room of Requirement and no other secret passages.

Wait until they return to the principal's office.

Geralt is also back from training.

Harry told him what happened in the early morning, especially the two letters.

"The Wild Hunt is no longer so eager to find Ciri?" Geralt breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good news."

Harry shook his head: "I'm afraid not that good."

"If magic cannot solve the hoar frost, Ciri is their last protection."

"But if the white frost can be solved, Xili is the blood of the ancients."

Harry didn't know exactly how the Wild Hunt's magic was used to transport them between worlds, but judging from their eagerness to capture Ciri, they were traveling between worlds, and it probably didn't look like it. So free and convenient.

If you solve the problem of white frost, you can even use the power of white frost for yourself.

Iron Hill, an extremely fanatical and warlike race, may be even more eager for the blood of the ancients.

Geralt reacted immediately when Harry said his first words.

He sighed.

"Anything gained from Yennefer?" Harry asked him.

Geralt shook his head, feeling helpless: "You know Ye."

She was an aloof woman, as free as a floating cloud. Unless she found something really necessary, she would rarely take the initiative to pass on any news.

"I may know something." Dumbledore said.

The two of them looked over.

"You should have guessed." Dumbledore continued, "She asked me for permission to use two house elves. She uses them every day, so I can get some information from the house elves."

"She seems to have discovered Galahad's tomb now, pouted, and found something."

At this point, Dumbledore paused.

"That's Galahad."

The most holy knight, with a very high status in the legend of Great Britain, the only one who can hold the Holy Grail.

Harry and Geralt looked at each other.

"Same for us." Harry spoke softly.

Dumbledore was startled, looked at them, and sighed: "If Ms. Yennefer makes any big discoveries, the house elf will notify me as soon as possible."

I forgot

This group of people is lawless and has nothing to fear.

"Next, we have to go to Godric's Hollow." He stood up and reached out to Harry and Geralt.

Geralt raised his head: "Can you try another method?"

The situation is not urgent enough to rush over immediately.

If possible, he didn't want to experience such a painful thing for the witcher on such a refreshing morning.

"Don't you like Apparition?" Dumbledore retracted his hand, "What about the Knight Bus?"

Harry's expression changed.

Geralt didn't notice and breathed a sigh of relief: "That's great."

He has taken buses as a means of transportation. When he was in Germany, he liked that kind of means of transportation so much. It was convenient, fast, and cheap. Now he is almost like Harry who just came back, and he still can't adapt well. Rich life.

Dumbledore snapped his fingers: "Then we'll take the Knight Bus. I haven't tried to travel this way for a long time."

Harry sighed.

They walked out of Hogwarts and stood at the entrance of Hogsmeade.

Dumbledore raised his wand.

The breath of magic surged out from afar, and a purple bus flashed its bright headlights. It jumped out of the way of the surrounding buildings, ran like a rabbit, made a loud hiss, and stopped in front of them with its back hunched over. In front of him, a long black tire mark stretched out.

"Bang" the door was pushed open hard.

"Knight Bus is at your service!" Stan Sampac shouted cheerfully at the top of his voice, "Knight Bus will always lend a helping hand to passengers in need wherever and whenever they need it."

"ah."

"Harry Potter?"

"Albus Dumbledore?"

"And this... a senior of the Potter family? The Potter family also has one." He almost spat out the remaining half of his sentence, and smiled awkwardly at Harry, "Mr. Potter, do you It’s been a long time since I rode the Knight Bus.”

Harry nodded expressionlessly: "Thank you, you have been operating for so many years and have never changed your style?"

"We will continue to be enthusiastic!" Stan Sampac opened his arms, "Where are you three going?"

"Godric's Hollow?"

"But it doesn't seem like today is the weekend."

Dumbledore was the first to lift his steps and step onto the bus: "Dear Stan, I am the principal of Hogwarts, and Mr. Potter is allowed to spend the holidays by me."

"The principal personally approves the leave, and you can still walk out of the school." Stan Sampark said softly, "When I was in school, this was what I hoped for most."

The driver of the Knight Bus, Ern Plan, said quietly: "However, what I want to do most now is to leave the steering wheel and go back to Hogwarts."

"Professor Dumbledore, does Hogwarts allow graduates to return to school for recasting?"

Dumbledore responded to him: "Er, Pomona will be happy, but Minerva will be very angry. I remember you almost got the certificate for the Transfiguration Curse."

Ern Plan didn't speak anymore. He was still a little frightened when he thought of Professor McGonagall.

Dumbledore took out three galleons and asked for a cup of hot chocolate without change.

Harry pushed Geralt onto the bus.

The Knight Bus was particularly peaceful today, except they had no guests, which gave Harry some relief.

"I regret it now." Geralt found a seat and sat down, staring at the window, feeling a little at a loss.

He has seen speeding cars.

Both Sirius and Mr. Arthur Weasley can accept vehicles without wings that should be running on the ground flying in the air.

I have also seen the means of transportation used by ordinary people.

But I never thought that a vehicle with several wheels would actually come jumping.

Ern Plan finally welcomed the passengers and seemed a little excited. He drove the car on a rampage. Fortunately, they were the only passengers in the car. No matter how excited he was, he only had half an hour to play freely.

After more than 1,800 seconds, seconds seemed like years.

The Knight Bus stopped in front of Godric's Hollow.

"My dear passengers, Godric's Hollow has arrived." Stan Sampac said in a cheerful voice.

The car door opens.

Geralt was the first to go down, breathing in the fresh, cold air.

In terms of experience, Knight Bus is not as good as teleportation spells, but apparation and teleportation spells are all done in the blink of an eye or a breath. The experience of Knight Bus is too long.

Dumbledore handed over the hot chocolate in his hand. He had never touched it and had prepared it just for this moment.

Geralt took it: "Thank you."

With the warm hot chocolate in my stomach, I felt a lot more energetic.

"I originally thought it would be used on Harry." Dumbledore waved his wand and turned the empty cup away.

"Harry, you should have stopped me." Geralt shook his head, stepped on the snow, and followed Harry towards Godric's Hollow.

Everyone is a witcher.

Shouldn't it be very clear in your mind whether you can accept the Knight Bus?

"Geralt, you know what I'm going to say." Harry turned back and looked at him.

Geralt sighed: "If I knew magic, I would turn you into a wolf cub."

Harry said nothing and used his Animagus.

A handsome white wolf landed lightly on the ground, looked back at Geralt, shook his head and walked forward.

Geralt made a snowball and threw it at him.

Dumbledore followed them, smiling kindly.

Just when the third snowball was dodged by Harry and swung away with his tail, running towards Dumbledore, they finally reached the first room.