Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

The Transformation Spell distorted creation, and every time Harry took a step, it condensed into just the right steps for him to step on safely.

This is an alchemical creation whose power even amazed Geralt.

But Harry was sure that this would not cause any harm to Voldemort.

He jumped to the top of his head in a few steps.

Under him, the ice cracked and cracked less than ten seconds after sealing Voldemort. Finally, it was overwhelmed and exploded with a bang, intertwined with smoke and rain vapor, forming a large misty cloud.

"Potter, it's no use!" Voldemort raised his head and shouted.

Harry said nothing.

Raising his empty left hand - he never pulled out the sword, he formed a hand seal and banged it away.

Seal of Arden!

Purple light lingers, and runes form an array.

The magic power that supported Voldemort's ability to fly failed, and his body became heavy and fell towards the ground.

He had difficulty operating his body for a while.

Harry waved his wand and the ice cracked. He adjusted his posture and stepped on Voldemort's face.

Voldemort had just adjusted his magic power, asked for the interference of Arden's seal, and was ready to fly again.

Yes. This kick.

Making his body lose balance again.

Together with Harry, it hit the ground hard, causing a burst of smoke and dust.

Magic power surged, and the stone python also fell down, biting its head and tail, and circled around.

"Albus!" Harry called.

Dumbledore turned around and saw a steel fence growing on the stone python's body. He understood what Harry wanted to do. Geralt rushed to cover and took the Alder Seal. With the help of the decoction, a huge shock wave overturned the group of people in front of him.

He raised his wand.

Fences grow more quickly.

By the time Voldemort came to his senses, he was already trapped in a cage, with a huge shadow cast. Rain, frost and snow were not hindered and were still dripping from the wide gaps.

But that gap is not enough for a person to fly out.

What's more, this is a magical creation.

Dumbledore and Potter's Magic.

"Now, it's time for the real battle." Harry looked at Voldemort and said calmly.

Voldemort smiled coldly: "You put so much effort into just letting me fall to the ground?"

"At that time, you should think of a way to recite a death curse on me, so that you might be able to kill me."

Harry put his hand into the Sorting Hat: "Do you still have a soul?"

"Tear yourself into pieces. Are you still yourself in your body now?"

"It's useless to say these things to me." Voldemort was not moved at all, "Do you think I am someone who is struggling because of a few contradictory words?"

He watched as Harry took out his sword and waved his wand.

The white frost surged towards him.

The cage was a constraint for him, and it was not the same for Harry.

"I thought you were smart." Voldemort smiled contemptuously, "You didn't wave that sword stupidly, but this is what happened?"

"A sword?"

"What can you do with just a sword?"

Harry didn't say anything. He rolled over to avoid the hoarfrost, and only made contact for a moment. Not only did Quinn collapse, but even the armor protection became weak, and it was almost impossible to maintain it.

It's drawing magic.

"Potter, you have slowed down." Voldemort sneered, "Oh, no, I have become stronger."

"see it?"

"With time and fighting, I will not be consumed, I will only become stronger and stronger."

He raised his hands.

The overwhelming magic power surged, almost covering the entire prison.

Harry waved his wand, but the magic was not aimed at Voldemort or blocking the frost, but a weather spell.

The thunder is louder and the rain is more intense.

He took out the thunder potion and drank it in one gulp.

Magic is boiling inside.

He took out another bottle of golden potion - this was Blizzard, a potion that Professor Snape improved on the Elixir of Fortune.

The world seemed to slow down.

The magic was smoother, and Harry's vision changed slightly, and he could see the magic more clearly.

In the cage, there are two distinct halves.

A bone as white as a bone, it belongs to Voldemort.

The other one is my own, light golden.

But in terms of magic power, he is not inferior to Voldemort.

Two bottles of potion?

Voldemort sneered. He had heard Snape mention that Potter always had some unrealistic fantasies. He felt that he wanted to develop his own potions before he became a potion master. Because of some reasons that Snape was unwilling to talk about, he Had to help Potter. However, those potions seemed extremely absurd in his eyes, using toxicity to catalyze the potency. To ordinary wizards, it was simply a clock ringing the countdown to death.

"Potter, it seems you are cornered." Voldemort said softly.

Harry said expressionlessly: "Really?"

He bowed his waist, exerted force on his feet, and rushed towards him.

Voldemort waved his wand, and white frost struck from both sides, like a poisonous snake biting.

but.

Harry just dodged and slipped through the gap between the two strands of hoarfrost at a weird angle. Even the golden shield he put on again was not damaged.

Is that bottle of golden potion a blessing elixir? But it doesn’t look like it.

He didn't have time to think.

Harry was in front of him, raising the Sword of Gryffindor.

Voldemort did not dodge, he raised his wand with a grin and was about to recite a spell.

The sword struck him.

"Avada" was also blurted out.

But he couldn't pronounce the last few syllables, and his voice was panicked: "What did you do?"

The body was torn apart and pain came over him.

It's not strong, but it's there.

Voldemort's eyes were filled with fear. At this moment, Harry adjusted his body to avoid the direction pointed by his wand, and slashed diagonally with his sword, stabbing him through the heart.

Another pain.

Voldemort felt his body begin to become a little weaker.

None of this affects anything.

The problem is, they shouldn't be there.

Voldemort activated his wand and frost hit him, burying himself and Harry together.

Harry had to step back.

Voldemort took advantage of the situation and merged with the white frost, flowing to the other side of the prison.

"Your voice is even more frightened." Harry whispered, he raised his sword and put his hand in a starting position, "Isn't it a surprise?"

Voldemort said nothing. He stared at the two wounds on his body.

One on the left arm, one on the chest.

None of them are fatal. The hoarfrost gathers at one point, and it is difficult to heal itself as quickly as before. A layer of grease is tiny, but it blocks it firmly and powerfully.

"Plaster?" His voice was surprised and unbelievable.

My seemingly invulnerable body was actually restrained by a small plaster?

Harry flicked his wand, and the clouds filled the air. He rushed forward and disappeared into the visual barrier.

No reply.

Voldemort was more careful and tried his best to dodge, but the cage was only so big. After several confrontations, Harry inevitably stabbed him with his sword, poking another hole in his right elbow.

A hole not much wider than the middle finger.

But it made Voldemort even more panicked.

He really has a way to threaten his own life.