Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

The Gryffindors listened to the words of the wizard Wizengamot, as well as the envious voices of several other college students, with complicated expressions.

what you want.

It was something Harry had just said he didn't really want.

The award ceremony takes place.

If it can't be held at the Ministry of Magic or the Wizengamot, then move it to Hogwarts.

But all of this has nothing to do with Harry, he left after dinner, and no one stopped him.

It doesn't matter to the Wizengamot whether Harry is there or not, and even Harry's absence is a good thing for the Wizengamot. They have more and more space to perform.

Winter has come early, but they are hot and furious.

In the Germanic region, Geralt was lying comfortably on a soft bed, next to the huge French windows, where the wind howled and the snow was blowing.

This is the most comfortable and enjoyable trip he has had in so many years.

Don't worry about food, and don't have to panic about accommodation.

Even the time I spent at the palace was not as good as any of the hotels on this trip.

He flipped through the letter in his hand.

It was written by Yennefer to herself, talking about her discovery in Great Britain.

Ciri did leave some traces.

But these are just traces, and no key things or other traces have been found yet.

The rest of the text is some sentences that express lovesickness without revealing emotions so much, and that look a little awkward.

Geralt put the letter down and glanced out the window.

Yennefer had nothing to gain, and neither did he—wild hunting has become a legend in this world, and he even found the body of a wild hunting dog, proving that wild hunting did visit this world thousands of years ago, but he still couldn't Now, at this time, find Wild Hunt literally.

Winter is here, and the wind and snow are so heavy that it is difficult to move.

Let's wait for the wind and snow to calm down.

And in Great Britain.

In a dense canyon, Barty Crouch Jr. looked at the scene in front of him with wild eyes.

The milky white portal opened.

A group of men in armor stepped out of it.

They noticed Barty Crouch Jr. immediately and drew their weapons.

A different wind and snow rushed out from the portal, making the already cold weather a bit more biting.

"Put down your arms, we can be friends, don't you want Ciri?" Barty Crouch Jr. said, waving his wand, the magic temporarily blocked the footsteps of Hoarfrost and the group of Wild Hunt knights.

He is a very good wizard.

Although it is easy for Harry and Dumbledore to get "twelve" "O", it does not mean that it is easy to get twelve "O". The boys, Charlie, Bill, Percy, were excellent, with twelve certificates, but not twelve "O's."

Barty Crouch Jr. is very talented, so he was recognized by Voldemort and recognized as his godson.

The movements of the Wild Hunt knights stopped.

One of them said, "You know Ciri?"

"Of course, I know." Crouch nodded, "You are looking for her, because of the ancient blood?"

Wild Hunt's voice was sharp as a knife: "You seem to know a lot?"

"I know, maybe more than you think." Crouch lowered his voice, he raised his hand and pointed to his head, "It's just that it's not easy to find you, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"For example, the blood of the ancients can travel through time and space."

"Let's say again."

"Ciri came to this world a thousand years ago, and she still left her blood."

Wild Hunt was startled: "Blood?"

Crouch nodded: "Yes, I know where he is."

"Where are the descendants of the ancient hemostasis?" Wild Hunt took a step forward, and Baishuang rushed over more violently.

Crouch shook his head: "Can you let your master or commander talk to me?"

"I think we need to work together."

The breath of the wild hunters became dangerous.

cooperate?

Ain-Eir needs no allies, only the conquered and the conquered.

"This world is more dangerous than you think." Crouch said softly, "If someone helps you, wouldn't it be easier to find the ancient blood?"

"As sincerity."

"I can tell you the name of the descendant of the ancient blood. His name is Harry Potter. He is a very powerful and tricky wizard."

He didn't know about Harry's relationship with Ciri.

In the memory left by Voldemort, there is only the message that Geralt and Yennefer are not from this world, and Ciri came from the world and introduced Geralt and Yennefer as parents.

So take a wild guess.

Ciri and Harry may be related by blood.

After all, Geralt and Harry have the same pair of eyes.

The Wild Hunt fell silent.

The news of the descendants of the blood of the ancients is really important.

"We will report this back." A person said, turning around and walking towards the white portal, "Wait here, we will come back."

Barty Crouch Jr. nodded.

When the Wild Hunt disappeared with the portal, he flicked his wand.

The hoarfrost that has not dissipated surges.

It was filled with a strange magic, resisting Crouch's magic.

Crouch was very curious about this kind of thing, but when he was at Malfoy Manor, he only dared to take a quick glance and didn't dare to stay too long for fear of being caught by Harry.

This peculiar nature did not disappoint his expectations.

When the wild hunt came back again, Crouch collected some hoarfrost and preserved it with magic.

"Lord Eredin wants to see you." A Wild Hunt said.

Several other people came out with a bunch of equipment that Crouch had never seen before, placed them on the ground, and then cast magic to read a complex and elegant text, which was a strange language he had never heard before. With a subtle light, a light-colored light curtain spread out, revealing a figure.

He was a tall, muscular man with fair skin and dark blue eyes, like the moon reflected on the sea.

Wearing luxurious and ancient robes, he looks majestic and dignified.

"Harry?" he said, his voice full of magnetism, "Are you sure he's Ciri's child?"

Crouch asked: "You know Harry?"

"I've heard of it before." Eredin nodded, "But I know that he is just a child adopted by Geralt and Yennefer."

"Geralt and Yennefer are also in this world." Crouch caught the expression that passed across his face for a moment.

Eredin whispered: "Are they also in this world?"

Crouch nodded: "Of course."

At the end of the speech, he only spit out these two words, and did not intend to continue.

"Then, tell me the reward you want." Eredin nodded and glanced at him condescendingly.

Crouch said softly, "I want two things."

"The same is knowledge, the magical knowledge of your world."

"The same is the wind and snow power that followed you."

It's still a bit of a calvin, the dog's pull is so smelly, it smells so bad that I get a headache! ! !

Don't keep a dog! !

It stinks! !