Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Harry picked up his pocket and stuffed it into his robe: "Thank you."

Snape sneered and said nothing.

He is very restrained.

At this moment of farewell, Gryffindor's house points were deducted without opening his mouth.

"Ye didn't come back, but she asked me to tell you to be careful." Geralt said, "When you go back, take care of me and Vesemir."

Harry smiled: "Maybe I can even bring you something good."

He still doesn't know when he will be online after returning, but judging from the situation that the Wild Hunt is still looking for Ciri, at least it will be after Ciri escaped from Tilnaria and the Ain El clan. After the capital, before the battle of Kaer Morhen.

It is very possible that you will meet Geralt from another point in time.

"Shall I take you out of Hogwarts?" Dumbledore asked, waving to Fawkes.

Harry shook his head.

Dumbledore watched Fawkes fall into his hands: "You want to walk out on your own?"

"No, one last test," Harry said softly, unbuttoning the other pocket and releasing Caranthir.

Snape expertly cast the Imperius Curse again.

"Open the portal to the world where Ciri is." Harry ordered him.

Caranthir raised his hand blankly and chanted a spell.

With a buzz, the white teleportation array opened without any restrictions.

Dumbledore looked on in surprise.

"A bit of bad news." Harry looked at him.

Dumbledore nodded: "I didn't expect it, it is indeed a bit unexpected."

Hogwarts prohibits any teleportation spells - of course, people with castle authority like Dumbledore or Gryffindor, or creatures that are within the allowed range like house elves, can still do it. Use Apparition.

Before that.

Almost everyone takes it for granted that the Wild Hunt cannot teleport here.

Can bear fruit.

"Different magic systems will have different results." Harry shook his head, "Albus, be careful."

Dumbledore nodded.

Harry pulled Hermione and walked through the portal.

Space is upside down.

It's like traveling across the vast Milky Way in an instant, and everything is turned upside down.

Almost the moment he hit the ground.

Harry raised his hand and put on Quen's shield for himself. He raised his wand and together with Hermione, put on armor for protection.

After stopping, they raised their heads and looked ahead.

In the distance are sparse woods, hillsides, waterways, and swamps.

It was like a layer of withered yellow filter was embedded in the eyes.

"Where is this?" Harry asked Caranthir, although he already had the answer in his heart.

"This place is called Velen by people in this world." Caranthil expressed Harry's inner speculation.

This is indeed it.

"Waylan?" Hermione repeated the word.

Harry took out his wand, cast a spell to put Caranthir back into his pocket, nodded and answered: "Velan, the most barren province of Temeria, a no-man's land that almost no one wants to set foot on."

"Sounds bad." Hermione frowned.

Harry shook his head, "It's much worse than you think."

"Let's go, we have to find a village first, get some currency, a map, and get some information."

"Aren't you going to ride a bike?" Hermione asked doubtfully as she watched Harry walk forward and follow him.

Harry lowered his head: "It's not that appropriate."

"This place is not like the feasting and feasting of our world. Many villages may not be found in the sky."

Hermione said nothing, casting a spell on herself.

Wilderness everywhere.

But human beings are an unexpected and extraordinarily tough creature. Even though this place is known as a "no man's land", there are still a large number of people living here stubbornly and with difficulty.

There are traces of human activities that cannot be hidden from the eyes of the witcher.

Harry soon discovered a path.

He conjured a horse, and the two men rode on it and rode along the road.

Hermione observed the world curiously. It was very different from the world she lived in. Except for the trodden road under her feet, there was almost no trace of human life as she understood it. Occasionally she could see one or two putrid corpses on the roadside. She didn't If I dare to take a closer look, I feel that they look a bit like humans, but I can't believe that they are.

Just a short trip gave her a feeling of desolation and decay.

Wizards are not afraid of the journey.

Until dusk is approaching.

Hermione looked around and saw traces of a village.

"Be careful." Harry slowed down his horse and turned around to tell Hermione for no reason.

Hermione was stunned.

careful?

I didn’t tell myself to be careful in the wilderness just now, but now I say so?

Is the village more dangerous than the wilderness?

Khalilma walked inside.

Hermione moved her ears and could hear the muffled but extremely clear words in the village.

"Oh my God, look in that guy's eyes."

"Freak!"

"Witcher? Our village is not harassed by monsters."

"Now there's a monster in our village."

These words made her heart pound and her heart beat wildly.

He could even hear it, not to mention Harry, whose hearing was far better than his own.

"Aren't witchers commissioned to eradicate monsters?" Hermione leaned her head forward and asked in a low voice.

She heard Yennefer talk about the witcher.

Harry nodded: "Are you curious why they treat me like this? Or rather, treat the witchers like this?"

Hermione nodded: "Obviously you are protecting me."

"This is the same as why wizards are hostile." Harry said softly, "This place is no different from the Middle Ages in Great Britain."

"Hermione."

"Abandon the stereotypes of laws and rules. In this era, these things almost do not exist."

Hermione nodded thoughtfully.

Harry smelled the wine and found the village's tavern.

Tie the horse outside and push Hermione through the door.

The witcher's unpopularity exceeded Hermione's expectations time and time again.

The atmosphere that was originally lively and lively suddenly came to a standstill after Harry walked in. Table after table of people lowered their voices and discussed in low voices. Slytherins would hardly be able to spit out such bad things against Gryffindor. Vocabulary cast a conflicted and hostile look at Harry, a person he had never met before.

Harry ignored this.

I walked to the counter easily.

"Two beers." He took out a pea-sized grain of gold from his pocket.

The boss's eyes were shining, and he hurriedly picked up the gold and took a bite in his mouth: "A generous guest, do you need anything else?"

"A map," Harry continued. "Who rules this land now?"

"Baron." The boss swallowed, "Why do you ask this?"

Harry whispered: "Witchers, of course they want to make money."

"Bloody Baron?"

The boss nodded, turned around and took out a drink from the counter: "But the Baron probably doesn't need to come to your place."

Hermione stood next to Harry, looking around.

It was different from any tavern in her memory.

The timing is wrong, I ordered it for yesterday.