Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Voldemort had no chance to do it.

His soul didn't support him.

The soul that is riddled with holes can no longer be cut off even a piece.

Snape's judgment was correct.

Harry reached out and grasped the hilt of Gryffindor's sword.

We must use our strength to cut off Voldemort's head and understand it.

"Potter," he said suddenly, "You are not as strong as me."

His throat was pierced, but the elemental structure of his body could still support him to continue speaking.

The effects of the two bottles of potion gradually faded.

Harry paused his movements and nodded slightly: "Yeah, I'm not stronger than you."

"But you're scared."

"So you lose."

Voldemort emphasized the pronunciation: "I'm not afraid of you."

Harry said nothing.

"Does such a thing as love really exist?" Voldemort, no, it was Tom Riddle who asked this question.

Dumbledore whispered: "Of course it exists."

"You had it too."

"Really?" Tom Riddle's eyes were blank, and the memory in his mind was recalled. His tone was light. He didn't know whether it was because he didn't have much life left, or because he didn't believe Dumbledore's words.

Faces floated through his mind.

When I first entered the first grade, I went through Slytherin's fixed custom of speaking up for myself when being bullied by pure-blood wizards.

The Ravenclaw girl who gave him a love letter when she was in fifth grade.

In Potions class, Slughorn applauded wildly for his wonderful performance.

And Bellatrix, Barty Crouch Jr.

Do they love themselves?

Dumbledore was always monitoring Voldemort's brain. He nodded gently: "Yes, those are the people who love you."

"It's just that you don't care, you don't believe it, and you missed it."

Tom Riddle closed his eyes.

Harry exerted his strength and cut off his head.

His soul, which had been loved but was riddled with holes by himself, dissipated.

"He's dead." Dumbledore said softly, with a sigh and emotion in his voice.

This has been a nightmare that has plagued the wizarding world for decades.

He was also the student who troubled him and made him feel deeply guilty.

He was resurrected and returned several times, but this time, he was really dead.

Voldemort's corpse collapsed like quicksand. It was originally made of hoarfrost and held together with his soul as the core. Now what gathered and restrained them disappeared, and everything disappeared.

The white frost surged, instinctively spreading around and eroding away.

But in Voldemort's memory, there is a lot of knowledge about how to control hoarfrost.

With a flick of his wand, Harry controlled the small spurt of hoarfrost and repeated Dumbledore's words: "He is dead."

"Harry, are you hurt?" Yennefer teleported over, worriedly asking.

The battle just now was huge.

Even in the aftermath of the battle, many Wild Hunts were killed - the milky-white, seemingly temperatureless flames were extremely manic. When in contact with the Wild Hunts, they spread throughout the body, freezing them, and a slight breeze blew. , blowing the entire frozen body into powder.

It was the powder after the bones were burned by the fire.

With just this flame, Yennefer knew in her heart that this was definitely not an opponent she could handle.

Even avoid it.

Harry shook his head: "Some minor injuries, just apply some fresh blood on them."

Avallac'h came over and looked at the corpses on the ground: "You have brought a huge mess to the Ain El elves."

"You're asking for that." Harry said bluntly.

Geralt also helped: "If you weren't chasing Ciri, we wouldn't have these troubles."

"We hope to solve the problem peacefully." Avallac'h said softly.

Harry stared at him expressionlessly: "Peace, it's really ridiculous to say this word from your mouth."

The elves of Ain El are not as exquisite as their art seems.

Peace?

How could a race that had conquered and invaded countless worlds be related to this word?

"Let's sit down and talk?" Avallac'h asked.

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

Tiny thunder and lightning surged on the flat ground, white light flashed, and Xili teleported: "I saw that there was no fight before teleporting here."

"I don't feel at ease being with Gail."

Avallac'h was startled.

Xili's words were undoubtedly an answer to the question he just posed.

Harry whispered: "Ciri doesn't trust you, and we don't trust you either."

"You should still think about how to clean up this mess."

"We have had a pleasant cooperation."

Harry shook his head, waved his wand, and created a stone arch in place: "We cooperate because we have a common enemy."

"The enemy has now been eliminated."

"Just don't bother each other."

Avallac'h sighed.

Xili understood it in her heart, and for the second time, she opened the door to the world smoothly.

"Are you really not going to sit down and talk?" Avallac'h didn't give up and tried again.

Harry didn't answer and flicked his wand, carefully levitating Snape into the air and walking into the door to the world.

Dumbledore was the last.

When they all left, the door to the world disappeared, leaving only an empty arch.

Gale just arrived. He looked at Avallac'h and then at the door: "Didn't you leave them behind?"

"Can't stay." Avallac'h shook his head.

Gale frowned.

Among these things, the Ein El elves suffered the most serious losses.

The king is dead again.

The Wild Hunt was nearly wiped out.

"At least, there are also their magic notes for studying Hoarfrost." Gale said to himself, as if to comfort himself.

This is their only gain.

Hogwarts.

The traces left by Voldemort's last attack have disappeared. The mermaids worked day and night to finally break open all the ice.

Harry, Dumbledore and Snape hurried to the school doctor's office.

The injuries on his body shocked Madam Pomfrey. After simple treatment, he was rushed to St. Mungo's Hospital.

In the principal's office.

After finishing Snape's affairs, it was already late at night, and they finally had a chance to sit down and rest.

"Are you planning to go back? Or stay here for a while longer." Harry asked Geralt and Yennefer while treating the wound.

"Ciri's trouble is solved, but you haven't yet." Yennefer looked at his head, "We should stay for a while longer until the things on your head are removed."

Geralt nodded too.

He likes this world very much. It is peaceful, safe and full of interesting things.

Xili frowned bitterly. In the next period of time, she would have to study hard and master the power in her body.

They chatted for a while.

Harry returned to the common room.

Say the password Dumbledore just told him and push away the portrait of the Fat Lady.

Just like before.

Beside the fireplace, there were two people waiting for him.

It will be finished around the 23rd/24th. The last paragraph will wrap up the whole story.