Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Vanishing spell.

An advanced transformation spell.

The ice ball, which was like the Cretaceous epidemic that was going to destroy the earth, suddenly disappeared, and the cold air that was so sharp that it hurt people's skin also disappeared, leaving only the white snow still falling.

Caranthir raised his head sharply.

At the corner of the street, a flame that was incompatible with this moment rolled out.

Emerging from an impossibly beautiful creature.

He has read the Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them book of this world. This is Phoenix.

After the flames.

Three tall figures.

Dumbledore is old, but his body is pretty well maintained, and he doesn't have the rickets that are common among the elderly.

Geralt and Harry are both demon hunters and are destined to be tall.

Harry held up his wand.

The disappearing spell was used by him.

"Harry the Snake Whisperer, and Geralt the White Wolf." Caranthir whispered, "Then next to him is the White Wizard Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore nodded and smiled: "Does the Wild Hunt even know about me?"

"Mr. Potter, thank God you are finally here." Scrimgeour breathed a sigh of relief.

Scamander also breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed that either his own owl had caught up, or the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic had rushed over in time.

"Mr. Scamander, I have to apologize to you." Harry walked over, holding the wand tightly in his right hand and reaching into the Sorting Hat with his left hand. "Sorry news, your owl was knocked unconscious by my Hedwig. .”

Scamander was startled.

"It was a little too excited. Hedwig thought it was a creature controlled by magic." Harry explained.

Scamander was nervous: "Is it, is it okay?"

"It should be fine, I was just too tired and fainted when I was suddenly attacked." Harry comforted him.

Scamander breathed a sigh of relief.

"We'll talk about the owl later." Harry turned his head and looked over, "Caranthir?"

"You know me?" Wild Hunt lowered his voice.

"Navigator, Iron Hill's golden boy, famous." Harry raised his wand, "A big fish."

Caranthil pulled out the staff from the ground: "Do you think you are a fisherman?"

Harry didn't answer him and flicked his wrist.

"The armor is coming!"

The appearance of Caranthir's armor came to his mind.

There was a clang——

There was a sound of metal collision, and the man under the armor could not control himself. The huge force enveloped him, and he and the armor rushed towards Harry.

The Flying Curse, the content of Hogwarts fourth-year Charms class.

Ability to summon items with specific concepts in mind.

The speed of the summoned flight is extremely fast. Professor Flitwick used an exaggerated statement in class that the speed of the flying spell can even catch up with the light.

Of course, this is an exaggeration.

However, the Ravenclaw students did experiments. When Cedric was still at Hogwarts, they borrowed Harry's Firebolt and let Cedric ride the Firebolt across the Quidditch pitch. Within a certain distance, can I catch up with the flying curse?

The Firebolt couldn't catch up.

Even if the person who casts the Flying Spell lets the Firebolt fly for a second, the Firebolt cannot catch up.

When the two are less than thirty meters apart, time passes even faster.

Harry held out his left hand.

The snake bone sword was drawn out and held upright, waiting for the armor to fly, waiting for Caranthir to hit hard, waiting for him to destroy himself.

The spell suddenly failed.

The target of the flying spell disappears.

At the critical moment, the experienced Wild Hunt navigator reacted and teleported away.

Blink appeared behind Harry.

With a wave of the staff, the ice ball condensed in his chest and was smashed hard.

The cement road suddenly surged, setting off a wave that hindered the ice ball - of course it couldn't stop it, as the concrete was easily penetrated. This obstruction was enough. Harry bowed his back and the cement poured back like a wave. There was no obstacle between them.

Cut it off with one sword.

Sparks flew up, Caranthir's armor was exquisite, and even the snake bone sword couldn't cut through it immediately.

With a hiss, he teleported away again.

Caranthir has just landed.

"Flying armor!" Harry chanted the spell again.

He was happy to do it.

The flying spell is a very powerful spell, but it is rarely used in wizard duels. This is not because most wizards are not good at close combat.

No matter how bad you are at close combat, if you are suddenly pulled into a close combat situation and are not mentally prepared, you will inevitably panic.

It's more because of the anti-interference spell. In the second year, when Harry received special training from Professor Flitwick, most wizards can do the content that Harry learned, and the spells he cast will not be affected or affected. Is not affected by some non-damaging spells.

but.

Only wizards can do this.

Although Caranthir captured the magic master Miranda Gorshak, it is obvious that he has not yet learned and cannot learn the magic of this world. Only children have the ability to innocently believe in the power of the heart, but adults often lose this. This kind of ability, let alone Caranthil, who grew up in another world with a very different magic system.

He was tortured by the curse.

Flying spells, floating spells, and even some prank spells.

These spells, which were mediocre in the hands of the Aurors and even difficult to take effect on the Wild Hunt, had a huge impact on Caranthir in Harry's hands, one after another.

The armor is crumbling.

There were also a few more scars on his body, and the basilisk venom penetrated into his body, paralyzing his body and spirit.

"As expected of the Snake Whisperer." Caranthir distanced himself again.

He raised his wand.

Open the portal.

White light splashed and surged.

He noticed the battlefield around him. In the battle with Harry, he was at a disadvantage. The witcher's strong physical fitness and the tricky and weird magic in this world made it difficult for him to resist, but no matter what, he still managed to survive. Can barely hold Harry back.

Available on the other side.

The Wild Hunts could have suppressed the group of wizards.

They were defeated until Geralt and Dumbledore joined.

He could feel the aura of the old man with the white beard that was stronger than even Harry. With a wave of magic, the Wild Hunt was caught by the transformed creature and then killed by another demon hunter.

If you don't leave, you won't be able to leave.

Caranthir wants to escape.

We can't let him escape!

Harry waved his wand, and waves surged on the cement floor behind him, pushing him forward quickly.

Caran Hill retreated, raised his hand and hit the puck.

Harry didn't dodge.

Holding on to the Quen seal, the armor, and carrying the ice ball, he had to speed up and approach the portal faster than him.

Caranthir has almost stepped in with one foot.

Seal of Arden!

Harry raised his hand, and purple runes took root and sprouted from the ground. With a hiss, the magic was disturbed and the portal dissipated.

He took advantage of his strength and kicked him away.

Caranthir fell heavily to the ground.

"Want to escape? It's already too late, my dear Caranthir." Harry raised his foot, stepped on his chest, pressed his body, raised a smile, and said softly.