Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Voldemort raised his hands angrily.

The white frost covered the sky, tearing apart the ceiling of the abandoned castle, penetrating through, and impacting every support point.

There was a roar——

In the snow.

This building was once built by Grindelwald to imprison his enemies, but it eventually became a building to imprison himself. After a lifespan of more than sixty years since its birth, it finally collapsed and was buried in this building together with heavy snow and strong winds. Deep in the mountains where almost no one has ever set foot.

He couldn't destroy Grindelwald, so he could only use this castle to vent his anger.

Where is the Elder Wand?

Voldemort flew up and stared at the ruins beneath his feet.

It was a cunning old fellow, and perhaps he expected that he would destroy Nurmengard.

If so, there is nothing safer than hiding the Elder Wand in the ruins that have been destroyed by yourself.

He flew back to the ship.

Let the Wild Hunt Knights search the ruins.

On the mountain in the distance, a group of Aurors apparated away.

Voldemort noticed, smiled contemptuously, and did not stop him.

Go for it! Run away!

Let the news come out that you have returned again, defeated the dark wizard who once harmed all of Europe and America, and destroyed Nurmengard.

Now except for Potter and Dumbledore joining forces, he is not afraid of anyone.

Fear will be your best food.

He sat on the bow of the boat, watching the knights in action, thinking about a question.

Where will Grindelwald go?

Once upon a time, he, like himself, had countless supporters and followers behind him.

But human beings are very realistic creatures. Once they lose power, those who once followed them will immediately abandon them.

Voldemort understood this best.

He had only lost power for more than ten years, and the only people he really wanted to stay by his side were Bellatrix, Severus, and his dearest son.

And Grindelwald has failed for more than fifty years.

Does he still have fans who love him in the outside world?

Where else could he escape?

While Voldemort was deep in thought, the Portkey pulled Grindelwald's body and rolled him to the ground.

Falling in a heavy snow.

Grindelwald looked up and saw the vast starry sky, surrounded by closed shops, and beyond, the castle dotted behind a dense forest.

It also snowed heavily in Hogsmeade.

He raised his hand.

He recited the incantation in a brisk tone: "Calling the Divine Guards", and a silver phoenix flew out from his fingertips, flapped its wings, and flew towards the castle.

In the principal's office.

They were still arguing.

Snape scolded fiercely, emptying out all the words he had or had not used against Harry. Yennefer grabbed Ciri's hand and asked her what she had experienced during this time. Geralt listened quietly. With.

Dumbledore shook his head, still firm in his opinion.

Suddenly, a ray of silver light flew in from the window.

It fell next to Fox, quiet and said nothing.

Dumbledore stood up immediately, raised his wand, and disappeared with a snap.

Snape was stunned.

"What happened again?" Geralt looked at the silver phoenix and frowned slightly.

Harry shook his head: "Other than Albus, who else can have a phoenix as his patronus?"

He also stood up, opened the window, and called outside: "Hat."

call out--

A motorcycle flew over, floating in the air, and stopped safely at the window: "Hi, Harry!"

"Take me to Hogsmeade." Harry whispered.

Hermione stood up immediately and walked behind Harry.

Snape stood up too.

Geralt poked his head and asked again: "Isn't it a problem?"

Harry shook his head and got on the motorcycle: "Of course not, two long-lost old lovers meet."

"Please stay with Ciri."

Geralt felt relieved.

Yennefer didn't even raise her head. As long as it wasn't the Wild Hunt or that Voldemort coming to capture Ciri, she didn't care much about other things.

Harry and Hermione flew out on motorcycles.

Snape jumped from the window and flew over. He also mastered the magic of flying, but he was not as masterful as Voldemort.

Hogsmeade, the most important street.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald stood facing each other in silence, less than ten steps apart.

In their eyes, each other looks like the other person when they were twenty years old.

But at this moment, they are all over a hundred years old.

The motorcycle fell and stopped beside the two of them.

This atmosphere is strange. There is no hatred, no joy of reunion, and no sigh of lovers.

The Sorting Hat flashed its headlights and looked at the two of them, not daring to speak at all.

Hermione sat in the car and stared at the two of them.

Harry said calmly: "Mr. Grindelwald, it's hard to imagine that you would escape from prison and take the initiative to escape under Albus's nose."

His voice broke the silence.

Grindelwald turned to look at him and smiled: "Harry, I am not escaping from prison. With your wisdom, you should be able to guess why I am here."

Harry nodded with a sneer: "Being beaten by Voldemort? Have to escape here?"

Grindelwald nodded and smiled more contentedly: "Yes, Harry, Voldemort is too powerful now."

"I am no match for him. Although I should have died more than 80 years ago, I have lived for more than 80 years and still have so many regrets. It would be too unfair to die like that."

"Fortunately, my ability to save my life has not weakened."

"I can only be pitiful and look for Dumbledore who can fight Voldemort and protect me."

Harry added: "And Mr. Potter."

Grindelwald laughed, he was very happy.

Hermione tilted her head and patted the motorcycle gently, feeling somewhat relieved.

Dumbledore cares about many things, but Grindelwald never cares about anything. If they want to reunite, no one can stop them.

But they haven't seen each other for decades.

They need a reason that can break the bad feelings in their hearts and allow them to meet confidently.

This is the best reason.

Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald with a complicated expression.

He knew very well that his former lover was a person who was unwilling to bow his head. He had a glimpse of the future of wizards, but he had to go against the trend of the times. Even if he was misunderstood as a powerful dark wizard, he still had to pull out his wand. Sing a spell against the flow of destiny.

But now, he abandoned all dignity just to stand in front of himself.

"Gellert." Dumbledore whispered his name.

His lips moved, trying to say something.

Harry clapped his hands: "It's cold here, why not sit down at a bar?"

He raised his head and looked into the distance. The door of the Three Broomsticks was open, and the light was projected from inside. There was Ms. Rosmerta at the door with her head sticking out, looking at the place curiously.

"The Three Broomsticks didn't open the door." His face didn't turn red and his heart stopped beating. "It looks like we can only go to the Pig's Head Bar."

Dumbledore and Grindelwald were silent.