Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Some, like the Selwyn family, faced their arrival with gentleness and active cooperation.

Some are not willing to cooperate

Of course, Harry can always use the good eloquence unique to the witcher to persuade those who are unwilling to cooperate.

Three broomsticks, corner position.

Wait for the drinks to be served.

Harry waved his wand, and the quill and parchment flew out, writing a letter.

"Not a single Horcrux was found." Dumbledore was a little surprised holding the honey water.

Harry nodded, put a letter of conviction into an envelope, and sealed it with wax: "It seems that we were wrong in our previous speculation. Voldemort didn't trust his Death Eaters to that extent."

"Malfoy and Lestrange are exceptions."

Dumbledore took a sip of the viscous honey water: "Then where would he put things?"

"Did he have another childhood?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore shook his head: "I'm afraid not. I have been to his orphanage. Almost a hundred years later, that orphanage still exists, even better than before, but there are no Horcruxes."

Harry slapped his hat off, delivering a message to it.

The two were silent.

When Hedwig came over, Harry placed more than a dozen heavy letters in front of her.

The little girl tilted her head and groaned twice.

The portion is not right.

"I borrowed something from others, and I have to return it." Harry stroked her.

Hedwig bit back, grabbed Harry's face, and stomped on it a few times—this summer vacation was not satisfactory at all, and he couldn't go back to Privet Drive and eat the love meal that Petunia cooked for him every day. Even before the official start of the summer vacation, he took on such a heavy job, ten letters, ten letters!

And the owl's intuition told her that the letters would travel all over Great Britain by themselves.

"Don't worry, I will go back to Privet Drive this summer vacation." Harry reassured her.

Hedwig cooed twice.

"Well, I'm not sure how many days I'll be here." Harry nodded.

Hedwig cast a look of contempt, she knew it! Heh, I still want to lie to myself, no way!

She didn't pick up the letter, and flapped her wings to fly to Hogwarts. After a while, she brought an equal number of school owls, one by one, grabbed the letter, and disappeared into the night sky.

"Oh, Hedwig really has a lot of friends." Dumbledore pulled his beard with emotion.

Harry smiled: "It's all thanks to Aunt Petunia."

"Speaking of which, I want to try it a little bit." Dumbledore continued to sigh with emotion.

Harry looked at him with a complicated expression, then groped into the sorting hat, took out a bag of owl rations, and threw it in front of him: "Don't eat too much, Hedwig knows all about these."

"She used to put these away by herself, but recently she ate a lot and flew less, and she gained a lot of weight, so she gave me the rations to keep, fearing that she would not be able to control her own mouth."

"But how much she saves and how much she eats is up to her."

Dumbledore opened his mouth: "I don't mean that I want to eat owl rations."

He picked up the bag honestly, opened it, squeezed out a grain, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"By the way, have you looked for the old woman that Tom hooked up with?" Harry asked as he cleared the table as he thought of something.

Dumbledore shook his head: "Harry, you don't have to worry about this, her relatives will be more careful than us."

"That's her legacy."

Speaking of this, he paused for a while, his expression and tone were a bit complicated: "I went to see, that room has long been occupied by homeless people, the inside is clean, and even the floor has been demolished."

The death of a lonely old man.

Accompanied by not only a silent death, but also a vigorous battle for inheritance.

"Don't worry, I won't do that." Harry comforted him, "And with me here, I will protect your home."

"Um"

"Do you still have a home?"

"I mean Dumbledore's except for Hogwarts."

Dumbledore drank the remaining honey water: "Harry, don't treat me like I'm homeless and can only stay at Hogwarts."

Harry didn't finish speaking, but looked at him with a retort question full of "Isn't it?"

"Of course there is." Dumbledore said seriously, "Dumbledore's old house, but I haven't been back for a long time, and neither is Aberforth."

"You don't seem to have children," Harry asked him. "Mr. Aberforth like you?"

Dumbledore fell silent, shaking his head: "Aberforth is different from me."

"he"

"He's always been a good Dumbledore, I'm not, I'm just Albus."

He didn't say the latter words, Harry understood him.

Albus ruined Aberforth's foundation as Dumbledore.

"Is it possible that Voldemort put a Horcrux in Avalon?" Harry asked suddenly.

Dumbledore looked serious.

"Avalon, the land of miracles." Harry knocked on the table and continued, "He may also find the legendary Holy Grail and turn it into a Horcrux. Didn't he say that he had been to Avalon?"

"Very likely." Dumbledore agreed.

Harry picked up the cup: "Albus, take me to see your old lover."

"See him?" Dumbledore paused, with guilty eyes.

Harry nodded: "He told me that he knew about Avalon."

"And he doesn't have the eyes of the sky? Maybe he will know more about Horcruxes. You haven't asked him, have you?"

Speaking of which.

He paused and lowered his voice: "Besides, that commission should be resolved. I have met Aberforth, and I have to meet Grindelwald."

Dumbledore frowned, raised his hand and rubbed his temple: "Of course."

"You make a lot of sense."

"But Avalon is not so easy to find. Even Gellert and I couldn't find it back then."

"We can try to find it first."

"Hermione has collected a lot of information for me." Harry waved his wand, and a notebook half the thickness of a fist flew out from the Sorting Hat, and landed heavily on the table. "She has been helping since the summer vacation of the third grade. The myths and legends of ordinary people and the word of mouth of wizards are all here."

"And she made spellbooks."

Harry raised his hand, lightly.

The note flipped open, opened in half, clean and blank, without any text.

"Whatever you want to know, just write on it." Harry introduced, "She's very smart, isn't she? A magic prop made based on Tom's horcrux."

Dumbledore pushed his glasses, picked up the notebook, and flipped through it.

He saw through the magical aura above.

"What a clever idea." Dumbledore was surprised. "Are Hermione's study notes also like this?"

Harry nodded.

"Then after she graduates, I must make a copy of her notes and put them in the library. It's so valuable." Dumbledore sighed, and with great interest, he changed the quill and began to ask questions.

Harry stared at him expressionlessly: "Professor Dumbledore, don't try to change the subject."

Dumbledore froze.

"Don't delay business because of your personal emotional problems." Harry held the cup and tapped on the table, emphasizing in a serious tone.

Dumbledore sighed: "Well, if you want."

He greeted Ms. Rosmerta and asked her to prepare some food and drink for him.

In the middle of the night, he grabbed Harry's wrist and disapparated. The two disappeared at the entrance of the tavern. The next second, they appeared in a poor mountain.

In front of them was a huge, towering, sharp castle.

There is a brand-new atmosphere of magic being released, the castle has been taken care of and looks brand-new, and a huge long sentence is engraved on the entrance wall-"for the greater good", and the traces are also very new.

"He knew we were coming." Harry felt the breath, "he cleaned the castle on purpose."

Dumbledore didn't speak, and walked in dully.

Harry followed.

As soon as I arrived at the door, the wooden door opened with a bang, and the horns, drums, and violins on the surrounding walls played together, and the red carpet floated out.

"Very enthusiastic." Harry raised an eyebrow.

Dumbledore remained silent.

They walked along the red carpet to the end, and the hall was also rearranged. The floor was as clean as new and could reflect people's shadows, and there was an extremely long table with three exquisite tableware on it. , a piece of mistletoe in the center, and gorgeous violets.

"welcome!"

The old man sitting in the main seat stood up and applauded lightly.

"My dear Albus Dumbledore, how long has it been since we met?"

Dumbledore replied softly, "Fifty-one years."

"It's fifty years and three hundred and forty-three days." He shook his head, and said in a pleasant tone, "I'm so happy—in the future I originally saw, we would be fifty-one years and three hundred and forty-five days away." In ten days, the chance to meet will be lost forever."

"In our limited life time, we can meet again."

Harry didn't speak.

Grindelwald turned his head and looked at him: "Oh, yes, and Mr. Potter."

"An accidental child who changed his destiny."

Harry's expression changed slightly.

"Son of accident", this is a very familiar title-almost every witcher is a "son of accident", Geralt is like this, Ciri is like this, and so is he.

I just didn't expect to hear this name again from Grindelwald's mouth.

he.

Like Dumbledore, he has the power to see through people's hearts: "Don't worry, Potter, I can't see too much about you."

He raised his hand and pointed to his own eyes with the same background color as Dumbledore: "The eyes of heaven are not omnipotent."

"It can only tell me the direction, but it can't specify the outcome I want."

Harry nodded.

Grindelwald clapped his hands again: "Sit down, I'm ready to entertain you."

Harry looked at the long empty table: "Invite us to drink Mistral?"

"This is Nurmengard, and this is the prison, Mr. Potter." Grindelwald waved his hand, and the contents of Dumbledore's pocket flew out. "I can prepare these, which is already the limit of what the Transfiguration spell can do."

"Of course, I know very well that my dear Albus will prepare these for me."