Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

"What are you calling me?" Ye Naifa's palm was full of thunder.

Harry paused: "I mean, sister Yennefer."

"They should be regarded as ghosts, and ordinary magic is invalid."

Geralt kicked it away, and with the sword in his hand, he cut off a head steadily: "Then you should give me ghost oil instead of weird potions."

"Ghost oil doesn't work." Harry shook his head, "They're still human."

"The poison of hanging ghosts is effective, but their body structure is no longer human."

Geralt struggled to understand the words.

Harry raised his head, looked at Voldemort, and continued softly: "Besides, if you don't solve that guy, these guys will be resurrected continuously."

"He looks powerful, reminds me of someone." Geralt followed suit, "but why?"

Harry continued: "He's watching me, or us."

From the very beginning, Voldemort didn't end in person. He was trying to create an image that he needed to maintain magic, and could only use spells occasionally and at critical moments to harass Harry and the others. It was indeed a very similar disguise. Harry almost thought at first that this kind of magic really took him so hard to maintain.

But just by relying on these Death Eaters who are weaker than the dean, it is impossible to defeat him, and even made Harry a little confused at the beginning, but after getting familiar with this attack method, he It becomes easier and easier to deal with.

observe.

Yes.

Voldemort gave himself the feeling that he was observing himself, and the spell cast in his eyes firmly recorded all this.

"Observation?" Geralt smiled slightly. "A cautious opponent?"

Harry shook his head: "If you count the Horcrux, I have killed him three times."

"He knows that he can't be my opponent now."

Geralt nodded: "Sounds like a deer's head spirit."

"Ingni won't do him any good." Harry chuckled. "Don't worry, my dear Geralt, it's not like a stag's head. He's at most."

Speaking of which.

He paused, stretched out his hand to Voldemort, stretched out two fingers, and gestured a "V": "There are at most two lives."

"Count this one?" Geralt held up his palm.

Alder stirred up an invisible wave, repelling the surrounding Death Eaters.

"No." Harry waved his wand.

Call God to protect!

A huge, handsome silver griffin flew out, exuding a white light, swirling the wind, and impacting on the group of Death Eaters.

As the oldest form of white magic.

It has always been extremely effective against this purest creation of black magic.

The black mist that maintained their bodies was loose, and the breath and magic power dimmed at that moment.

"Yennefer?" Harry reminded.

Ye Naifa frowned: "I can't see anything!"

"It's different from the magic or even the magic power I master, and it's similar to the magic power in your body."

She rubs her palms together.

"I thought necromancers were absolutely forbidden." Geralt shook his head.

Harry also opened his mouth to remind: "It's best not to use it."

He looked up at Voldemort.

He stopped attacking and stared down, especially Ye Naifa. With greedy and longing eyes, he could see that the magic in Yennefer's hands was a new world and a new knowledge system.

"Then how are we going to solve these things?" Yennefer was a little impatient, and created another lightning bolt, which spread and chained, blasting several Death Eaters around them into scorched corpses, but it didn't take long for these guys to panic again. With the billowing black energy revived, "Get rid of that guy directly?"

"I'm afraid that's the only way to go." Harry nodded. "Geralt, I want you to drag this group of Death Eaters."

Geralt's face darkened, and he nodded: "Of course, I will try my best."

"It's just that the weather is a little too good today, Harry, you should give me something else"

Harry shook his head and raised his wand high: "No, the weather will be bad soon."

Magic leaps into the sky.

The situation changes, dark clouds, strong winds, thunder and lightning, showers.

Another effect of the Thunder Potion is activated.

Geralt felt the power gushing out of his body. Of course, he was even more surprised by the magic Harry used: "How long have we slept? Harry, you have become such a powerful warlock."

"Probably as old as the entire School." Harry waved his wand again, putting the Rain Charm on all three of himself. "Geralt, you're really old now."

"I feel very young now." Geralt swung his long sword, "If there is a better one"

Harry drew the snake bone sword and threw it over.

Geralt took it: "Oh, now I really don't have any regrets."

He was about to step on the rain flowers.

A strong wind that didn't belong to Harry's magic summoned came.

The surrounding lake water fountained up and turned into a lady holding a jar. Her face was gentle: "This young wizard, leave these immortal monsters to us."

Harry noticed the personal pronouns in her words.

It's "we", not "I".

Behind her, the flowing water surged, and eight equally young and beautiful ladies emerged from the water, holding harps, magic wands and other objects in their hands.

in the forest.

Rumbling and lively, a group of knights in green armor, riding a green steed, holding a green ax in one hand, and a holly wood in the other, came to the lake, staring at Voldemort.

The silent Avalon suddenly became lively.

Vivian dumped the jar.

The other fairies moved and used what they had in their hands.

The group of Death Eaters howled in pain, and the black mist gathered around them was dispelled bit by bit.

Harry raised his wand.

On the other side of the lake, an apple tree twisted and turned into a huge hand, trying to hold down the fleeing Voldemort.

He flicked his wand, and Fiendfire burned a huge gash.

A green knight raised his crossbow and pulled the trigger.

The green wind shot out.

Yennefer raised her hand and put it on the shoulders of Geralt and Harry: "Go!"

The portal opened, and she pushed the two of them inside.

The next second, they appeared on the other side of the lake.

Geralt shook his head and put another Quen shield on himself.

Harry pulled out his wand, and swished all kinds of spells at Voldemort flying towards him.

Yennefer raised her hand high.

A magic power that was completely different from this world surged, and the elements of earth and air rushed out of the sorceress' hands and fell on Voldemort, dragging him to the ground hard.

Transformation spell!

He was the Dark Lord after all, and with a wave of his wand the trees transformed into soft cushions ready to catch him as he fell.

Harry waved his wand.

Same transfiguration spell.

The softness became hard, and sharp, gleaming spikes grew out of the mat.

snapped—

Apparated, he disappeared.

"Northwest." Geralt reminded immediately.

Yennefer grabbed them and teleported together.

Voldemort had just landed.

Two long swords stabbed from behind him, so he could only use his armor to protect himself, and he was embarrassed to deal with it.

Axis!

Geralt raised his hand.

But this spell did not have any effect.

"The effect of the seal on him is very weak." Harry shook his head, and the Transformation Curse was cast, and the vines, palms, and not protruding spikes blocked Voldemort's escape path.

Yennefer uses magic.

These are different from charms, but just as powerful, and they also make Voldemort tired of dealing with them.

One Harry is enough to make him suffer severely, not to mention, there are two other strong men.

If it weren't for the fierce fire protection.

Harry and the others had to be careful to avoid this thing.

The current result will only be worse than embarrassment.

but.

Even so, it was just a delay.

"Geralt!" Harry yelled suddenly.

Geralt understood, and drew out a sword, but stepped back.

Harry fished something out of the Sorting Hat and threw it forward.

Click——

It exploded violently, and a huge, thick frost condensed out. It couldn't freeze Fiercefire, but it could freeze Voldemort. In rainy days, the water vapor was dense, and the frost froze even more.

Geralt, who was retreating back, pressed his heels hard, leaped forward deftly, and slashed away with another sword.

pooh-

The huge head fell to the ground.

He seemed to be dead, Fiercefire was out of control, surged and spread wildly, and several apple trees were burned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

"Harry!" Yennefer rushed to grab Geralt's wrist.

Harry walked over, hid behind Yennefer, shook his head: "No."

He raised his wand.

"All curses end!"

The blazing Fiendfire stopped, and then under the sound of the incantation, bit by bit, it was extinguished by the heavy rain just like an ordinary flame.

Yennefer was taken aback.

"Harry, you can stop the rain, and then we can have a good talk." Geralt looked up. "I think the weather just now is more suitable for our chat after a long absence."

Harry shook his head, looked at the corpse: "No hurry."

"Dear Tom is a very cunning man, and he knows how to save his life better than any monster we have ever seen."

Vivian's voice came from behind them: "Be careful!"

"He wants to escape!"

"He lied to me about everything in Avalon and knew how to get out of here."

Her reminders haven't finished yet.

A black mist gushed out from the headless corpse, and the space he was in was blurred and ethereal.

"Goodbye, Potter." Tom's voice sounded softly, "I know your secret."

"Just using half a life like this is worth it."

"besides."

"New friends from another world, Geralt and Yennefer, huh?"

The black mist fluttered and merged into the blur.

Ye Naifa stretched out his hand, and a gray mist gushed out of his palm, grabbing at him fiercely.

"Necronomy is useless." Ye Naifa froze, and let go of his hand.

Harry shook his head: "He himself is very accomplished in this area, and in his current state, there are people waiting for him outside, and he cannot escape."

"We still have time to talk about recent events."

Vivienne looked embarrassed: "Young wizard, the way he tricked me to leave was not from the entrance, but from other places."

Harry looked at her with a blank expression: "It seems that our party will be interrupted."