Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Ciri asked the fatal question.

The baron sighed, helpless, and told his past again.

This was the first time he mentioned his family history in front of Shirley.

Hermione concentrated on using magic to lift the curse on Anna.

This is a great challenge for her.

The curse on Avallac'h was lifted without any surprises. It seemed very easy and satisfying - but who did it to lift the curse on Avallac'h?

The greatest white wizard in the world.

There is also a Master of Herbalism, a Master of Charms, a Master of Potions, and two Masters of Transfiguration.

Although the curse on Anna is much weaker than that on Avallac'h, accordingly, she is the only one left to lift the curse.

And she

There is still a long way to go before becoming a master.

"Invoke the gods for protection." She chanted the spell, and milky white mist surged out, flowing along the organs on Anna's face and into her brain.

However, it is only the first and safest step.

This made Anna feel pain, frowning, and letting out a low wail.

The baron immediately cast his gaze over.

Hermione was startled and quickly pulled back her magic power.

The human soul is fragile.

Even an extremely mild spell like the Patronus Charm, which is known for its protective properties, can hurt people if it is too powerful.

Dumbledore and Professor Snape did it so easily, but in their own hands, they almost got into trouble.

Hermione was cautious.

Thin white mist poured out from the wand, covering Anna, seeping into her body bit by bit, wrapping her soul. This time, the poor woman on the bed did not make any instinctive reaction, but she was still unqualified. This thin patron saint spell could not protect her soul from the curse backlash.

Until Harry comes back.

After tossing Anna until she moaned in pain several times, Hermione finally mastered this level.

"How is the first curse on Anna?" The baron looked around.

Harry nodded: "It was solved smoothly."

"The carrier is in that room."

The baron breathed a sigh of relief: "Harry, why don't you come, she seems..."

"Believe Hermione, the first step has been completed now." Harry interrupted.

The baron was troubled, sat down in the corner, and watched quietly.

For Hermione, the most difficult thing was the first step, how to use the Patronus Charm to protect Anna's soul as perfectly as possible.

Breaking the curse from the body will be much smoother.

Done in one go.

only

Hermione had to maintain the Patronus Curse and break the curse at the same time. She had to do two things at once, so it was inevitable that her approach would be a little rough.

Anna groaned in pain.

The baron wished he could take his place.

In the end, everything settled after half an hour.

Curse removed.

Harry waved his wand and removed the spell protecting her.

Time fell back on her.

The already old face has a few more wrinkles caused by years of torture.

A cup of chocolate flew out of the Sorting Hat, fluttering and heating. When Hermione reached it, it was already steaming hot.

"The curse has been lifted?" The baron stood up and stared at the person on the bed.

Hermione didn't answer.

Anna on the bed opened her eyes vaguely.

"Anna, Anna?" The Baron walked over cautiously.

Ana followed the sound and looked over: "Phillip?"

"It's me, how do you feel now?" The Baron tried to hold her hand, "I'm sorry for letting you go through this."

Harry looked at him coldly.

Turn around and take Ciri and Hermione out.

"Only one Thalia hasn't come back yet." Ciri turned around, "Although those experiences were terrible, it would also be a good thing if the family could reunite?"

Harry couldn't deny it: "Maybe."

"But the witcher doesn't care about that, it's just a commission."

Xili glanced at him: "Where should we go next, back to the swamp?"

Harry nodded.

Hermione was a little confused. She looked at the two people with confusion.

Although they know magic and can live no matter where they live, why do they still go to the swamp?

Harry saw her thoughts and explained: "We can't confirm when the Wild Hunt will come. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow."

“But there’s no question that Wild Hunt will be fully prepared.”

"I am the only magical witcher who meets this standard."

"They have only suffered a loss at my hands, not to mention the ancient blood of Ciri. Not to mention Illerys, it is not surprising that Eredin himself came here in person."

"We'll be fine, but where's the crow's nest?"

Hermione was stunned.

The Wild Hunt are not good, polite kids, they destroy everything in their path.

Wait for the crying and crying in the house to stop.

The Baron opened the door and walked out: "Thank you, Witcher."

"Take money to do things." Harry replied calmly.

The baron raised his head and looked at Harry, sighing in his heart: "I'm afraid you will have to stay here tonight. I will prepare it for you."

"No need." Harry shook his head, "We are waiting for you here to say goodbye."

"Farewell?" the baron was surprised, "but don't you still want to hunt the Wild Hunt?"

Harry nodded: "But you can't leave the battlefield in the crow's nest."

"I can also help you." The baron looked serious, "You know, I am also a baron after all."

Harry didn't say anything, just sneered.

The baron was startled and lowered his head silently.

"I wish you a happy life." Harry gave a brief blessing, held Hermione's hand, grabbed Ciri's wrist, apparated, and disappeared.

There was a snap.

Just as the Baron had been when he first saw him, he was furious.

In the mire, it was still quiet.

"It's unimaginable that we had to stay in the swamp on the first night after we met." Shirley shook her head. For the third time, she had begun to get used to this incredible dizziness.

Harry raised his wand.

Stay safe!

Protect them all!

The white light and gray light spread out with him as the center of the circle, and the hemisphere enveloped the house.

Hermione looked at Ciri: "Which room do you want to live in?"

"I'm afraid we have to sleep in the same room tonight." Xili shrugged, "I don't care, it's up to you to choose."

Hermione was not so squeamish and chose the nearest room.

A little wand.

The thatched roofs turned into brick-concrete structures, the walls turned into ceramic tiles, and the windows grew out of glass.

In the blink of an eye, it becomes brand new.

Then, she pushed the door open and walked in, flicking her wand.

When Ciri and Harry walked in, the inside became unusual.

The room was not big enough and there were only two beds.

The fire burned in the fireplace, warm and bright.

Half of the space was sectioned off and converted into a bathroom.

"It's really magical, so do you want to take a shower together?" Ciri invited Hermione.

Hermione refused decisively: "No, thank you, I don't think so."