Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Mag was a little unsure about this matter.

Should I tell Neville's family now?

From the perspective of a professor and a dean, of course she should do this, but...

"Let him speak for himself." Harry whispered, "How can you borrow someone else's mouth to show off this kind of thing?"

McGonagall nodded, looked at Neville, tilted her head in thought.

Yennefer moved a chair over and said, "Harry, I just talked with Ciri and found a solution to the trouble on your head."

Shirley also came over and stared at his forehead. Her black hair covered the lightning-shaped scar: "What a terrible thing."

"Don't you want it very much?" Harry teased, "I can give it to you now."

Xili spread her hands: "If there wasn't that bald and noseless soul."

When Ciri was very young, when Harry had just arrived in that world and was picked up by Vesemir, and when he was training in Kaer Morhen, Ciri was envious of the scar on Harry's head.

For people in that world, scars are not something to be ashamed of.

And a scar that happens to be shaped like a lightning bolt, that's just so cool.

Xili had already thought about it. If she had such a scar, she must give herself a related nickname, such as "Lightning" or something.

Mag turned his head: "What method?"

Yennefer turned towards Geralt.

Bai Lang immediately took out a book from his pocket and handed it over.

Yennefer turned over and spoke: "The reason why it is difficult to remove the piece of soul on Harry's head is because they are closely connected. If they are cut off rashly, Harry's soul will be damaged."

"But what if the wound heals immediately after it is cut?"

Mag frowned as he listened and shook his head slightly: "Ms. Yennefer, we all know that this is okay."

"But that's not realistic."

"Even Albus can't do that."

Dividing a soul is not as simple as cutting a piece of flesh from the body.

That was an extremely painful thing.

There were many wizards who made Horcruxes in history, but except for that crazy guy Voldemort, almost all the remaining dark wizards chose to make only one Horcrux. It wasn't that they didn't want to kill more, but it was too painful to divide the soul. The torture of the Cruciatus Curse was much more painful.

The most important thing.

This is not a matter of severing the soul with the wave of a wand and then having another person cast a healing spell to seal the wound.

Their purpose was not to cut off the soul, but to solve this problem without harming Harry.

Then this is destined to be a delicate job.

It was necessary to dismantle the soul bit by bit, and in the process, Harry's exposed and fragile soul had to be protected.

The risk is too great.

"No one can do this." Mag thought for a while and emphasized, "Ms. Yennefer, this"

Yennefer raised her hand and interrupted her: "I know, but what if time can be stopped?"

Professor McGonagall was startled.

Time stands still? This was an idea that was beyond her comprehension.

But if that's the case

Harry's soul should be saved.

Time has stopped, and the wound will not worsen. It is not even a wound, as long as it can be healed.

She looked troubled: "In that case, that might be possible, but there is no such magic, not even Dumbledore can do it."

Shirley straightened up: "I can!"

As soon as she uttered those two words, she shrank her head and continued without any confidence: "Though I can't do it yet."

The ancient blood, sought after by many people, has the ability to manipulate time and space.

Pausing time, and then who is allowed to act in time, and who is not allowed to act, are all things that can be controlled by the ancient blood.

But Xili can't do this yet.

Her mastery of the ancient blood is a bit poor, mostly in space, and her manipulation of time is a bit too weak.

"How long will it take?" Professor McGonagall said with a serious face and the aura of the Vice Principal of Hogwarts.

Ciri subconsciously replied obediently: "Avallac'h is here too, he can teach me."

"You should be able to learn it quickly."

Mag nodded: "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Yennefer nodded: "Ms. McGonagall, you are the Vice Principal of Hogwarts, and you are very good at education."

She reached out and patted Xili on the back: "Then Xili will be left to you."

Mag looked serious: "Of course."

Xili's eyes widened, a little in disbelief - he had been out in the wild for so long, now he has to be a student? That's not what Yennefer told herself just now.

But she didn't refute and accepted it calmly.

To get rid of the trouble in Harry's head, just read.

They continued to discuss the details, and Yennefer made many conjectures. Although she worked hard and used her knowledge system as much as possible to build a solution to the Horcrux fragments, this is after all a magical product of this world. In the final analysis, You still have to rely on the magic of this world.

And this is beyond Yennefer's ability.

Madam Pomfrey leaned over and joined the discussion. She was an excellent medical wizard in her own right. St. Mungo's had invited her many times, hoping that this excellent doctor could become a member of St. Mungo's, but she always refused. She would rather be at Hogwarts than St. Mungo's.

Just when they were discussing how to cut the Horcrux all night long.

The Ministry of Magic is a little uneasy.

Scrimgeour was awakened and hurried over.

An Auror was trembling, sitting in a chair with a cup of hot chocolate in his hand, Kingsley by his side.

"What's wrong?" He frowned, his voice tired.

Today was the most tiring day he had ever had.

He communicated with Dumbledore.

Voldemort was resurrected and attacked Hogwarts - of course, this matter has not spread yet, only a few people know about it, but the outside world has already concluded that it was done by Death Eaters.

Gringotts was attacked, more than three hundred goblins!

More than three hundred!

Fortunately, Dumbledore helped, otherwise the Ministry of Magic would not have been able to solve this problem.

I finally made it to get off work, and a few hours after I got home and fell asleep, I was called again. The message from the patron saint was not very clear, and Kingsley only said that something big was going on.

"Nurmengard is gone." The Auror raised his head, his voice trembling.

Scrimgeour was startled and looked at him in disbelief: "What?"

"Nurmengard is gone." The Auror repeated, "A ghost ship, and then a wizard, he could summon a huge wind and snow, and Nurmengard was gone almost instantly."

Scrimgeour frowned.

The huge snowstorm reminded him of Voldemort. Dumbledore had mentioned that he was resurrected by something called Hoarfrost.

He opened his mouth, about to say something.

An Auror rushed in in a panic: "Minister Scrimgeour!"

"Attack on Diagon Alley!"

"A ghost ship!"