Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Just when Professor Lupine was giving lessons to the little wizard.

As far away as Austria.

Geralt was a little at a loss. This was the first time he was doing this kind of tracking. He didn't have to turn on his witcher senses to search for missing footsteps, breaths, or belongings. He didn't even have to carefully hide his body. Just follow the person you want to track openly.

No matter what movement they made, no matter how close they were, the person would be completely invisible. If the distance was too far, he would stop and wait deliberately for a while.

"Geralt?" Dumbledore broke off the pile of cockroaches. Without Harry and Fawkes, he could safely enjoy the sweets he just bought from the candy store, "Would you like one?"

He grabbed a handful.

Dark arthropods crawled around in his palm.

"Thank you, no." Geralt shook his head.

Dumbledore was very enthusiastic and greeted him: "Are you really not going to order some? It tastes great, don't be fooled by its appearance."

"Thank you, no." Geralt didn't hesitate at all. A second's delay in answering would be a sign of disrespect for his life in this world.

Dumbledore shook his head, feeling a little regretful: "You are just like Harry."

"Sometimes I feel the same way." Geralt replied softly.

Dumbledore and Geralt were talking.

This was also a wonderful feeling for Dumbledore.

Geralt looks very young, about the same age as Lupine, and almost as handsome as Sirius. Dumbledore always ignores his age.

Whenever he spoke with the attitude of an older man and said something sincerely.

Geralt nodded and said, I think so too, and I saw it when I was young.

This made Dumbledore feel temporarily stunned. It took him a while to realize that the demon hunter in front of him was about the same age as himself.

This made him even more sad.

Years and time have not changed him much. His strong and young body still allows him to maintain a young mind.

Not like myself.

Under the ravages of years and time, the body half-stepped into the coffin, and even the mentality was the same.

But more importantly, I am happy and relieved.

Time can change many things. More than ninety years ago, Dumbledore felt that he would never have imagined that he would spend the rest of his life at Hogwarts, and that he would not be willing to stay at Hogwarts. He was worried and afraid about whether Harry would change in the future. Although he was indeed very reassuring now, who could predict the future?

But Geralt is a great example.

They are the same kind, and the habits of the same kind will not change much.

Dumbledore enjoyed chatting with Geralt as much as he enjoyed chatting with Harry.

There's a surprising amount of fun.

While they were chatting happily, Snape suddenly stopped and waved his hand towards them, making a gesture.

Coming.

Dumbledore waved his wand, cast the Disillusionment Curse on himself and Geralt, and tightly wrapped the dissipated magic power and breath - he had never paid attention to these things before, and at most he had restrained the magic power, but when he encountered After meeting Harry, the world view was opened up. It turns out that there are people in the world with such a keen sense of smell.

When talking to him at night, as soon as he opens his mouth, he can smell what he ate in the morning and what mouthwash he used at noon.

Although Snape gestured.

But they followed for more than an hour before arriving at a wooded area.

Snape walked in without hesitation and was swallowed up by the dark shadows in the blink of an eye.

The two of them stopped.

There is no doubt about one thing, the current Voldemort will not put the remaining Horcruxes in the same location.

It is even very possible that there is no Horcrux of Voldemort here.

Before Snape's identity was revealed, they needed to let Snape steal the things that were hidden deepest.

Dumbledore looked forward, but there was no magic power. He waved his wand lightly, but he did not detect any weak soul, so he continued to move forward.

There was a slight sound next to him, and he turned his head to look over.

The Illusion Body Curse was cast by him, and he could see the things hidden under the Illusion Body Curse.

Geralt dug into his pocket and took out the steel sword.

"What's wrong?" Dumbledore's face immediately turned serious.

"There are snakes, many snakes." Geralt shook his head, held his sword, and stepped forward cautiously.

snake?

In this forest, there are many snakes that do not belong to this ecology.

When Snape stepped into the forest, his hair stood on end for a moment. Dense swarms of snakes were pouring out from all over the forest, spitting out tongues that were forked and slender like steel forks, and staring at them with cold, erect eyes. he.

A snake with shiny black scales twisted around, raised its head, and hissed.

Severus couldn't understand the snake language and looked at it coldly.

Dumbledore stood behind, his lips moving but making no sound.

The black snake hissed twice more.

"I can't understand what you're saying." Snape said with a cold face, not sure if these snakes could understand what he said in human language, "I'm here on behalf of Barty Crouch Jr."

Black Snake was a little impatient.

Turning his head, Snape hissed twice at his feet.

A small green snake immediately climbed onto the upper of the shoe, followed the hem of the robe, got into the robe, and crawled up against Snape's body.

Snape resisted his instinctive urge.

Slattery has a deep relationship with snakes, and Voldemort is the most special one among Slattery. As a Parseltongue, he regards snakes as his symbol.

He looked at the snakes calmly.

The "they" that Barty Crouch Jr. said was not actually what Harry had guessed, but was referring to these snakes?

The little snake quickly climbed up his left arm, paused for a moment, stuck its head out from the collar, and hissed twice.

Snape understood the meaning of this statement.

This is to confirm that he has the Dark Mark on his hand.

The black snake's attitude was indeed a bit gentler, hissing, not as fierce as before, but as a snake, the chill that penetrated the body was still there.

He stretched out his hand, pinched the little snake seven inches, and threw it aside: "Take me to see someone."

The black snake was motionless, spitting out snake letters.

Snape stared at it.

For a long time, the black snake had no intention of leading the way, but instead flicked its tail impatiently.

Snape said nothing, and took out a letter from his robes. With a wave of his wand, the letter fell lightly and fell in front of the black snake.

The black snake immediately bit it, holding the letter in its mouth, and twisted it into the depths of the jungle.

Snape took steps to catch up.

A group of snakes surrounded Snape and blocked Snape's direction, preventing him from moving forward.

Dumbledore quietly strengthened the Disillusionment Curse for Geralt and followed him.

Snape took a deep breath, retracted his feet, and stood quietly waiting.

After a while, the black snake twisted back and flicked its tail lazily at him.

This means driving yourself away.

Snape turned back, took a deep look, waved his wand, and apparated away.

night.

Hogwarts, in the headmaster's office.

Harry, who had just finished his last class, opened the door and walked in. He saw Geralt chatting happily with Godric and said hello: "Geralt, you seem to have gained weight."

"It seems there are some." Geralt pinched his face, "The food was so good that I stayed in the hotel for almost half a month."

Life here is so comfortable that it almost corrupts oneself.

"Come back so soon without any surprises?" Harry looked at Snape.

Snape cocked his head to the side.

His breath became more oppressive, as low as a dark cloud, so gloomy that it could ooze out pouring rain.

"Crouch asked Snape to meet a group of snakes," Dumbledore said softly.

snake?

This word made Harry startled. He frowned and looked at the mirror on the wall, which vaguely reflected half of his shadow: "Among Voldemort's remaining Horcruxes, is one of them a snake?"

Dumbledore nodded: "Yes, this is the only good news."

"but."

"I haven't been able to find out any more information."

Dumbledore sighed and continued slowly: "Although I have learned some snake language, I am not a natural Parseltongue. After the black snake entered the forest, it opened the letter with a group of snakes, and then a group of snakes swarmed over. .”

"One of the pythons is coming."

When he said this, he paused for a moment, and his tone changed a bit, becoming sad and melancholy.

"It read the contents of the letter, talked to the snakes, and then a large group of snakes, at least hundreds of them, ran out and dispersed in all directions. I don't know where they went."

"I can't keep up with that horde of snakes."

Geralt spread his hands: "I can do it, but there are too many and I can't do anything at all."

"Do you know that snake?" Harry stared into Dumbledore's eyes.

Dumbledore didn't say anything, his eyes were a little evasive.

"Isn't that a snake?" Harry continued to ask.

Dumbledore sighed: "Harry, you are always so sharp. I do know her. I didn't expect to see her at this time."

"She? Was she a person? Some old lover before you fell in love with Grindelwald?" Harry said, observing his face.

Without waiting for Dumbledore's answer.

He denied his speculation: "It doesn't seem to be the case. Is it related to the other Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore's eyes subconsciously dodge.

"It seems so." Harry nodded, "She is Aberforth's lover?"

Dumbledore sighed.

"No emotional entanglement with Aberforth?" Harry raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

Dumbledore shook his head: "It has nothing to do with Ariana. Except for me, the other Dumbledores are all normal. She is related to Aberforth's child. I once promised her something, but I didn't Being able to do that, and not even taking care of her, is one of the wrong things I did when I was young that I still regret.”

Harry searched his memory: "Aberforth still has children?"

Dumbledore couldn't help it and chuckled: "Why can't he have it?"

"He doesn't look like he has a child." Harry said softly, conjuring a stool to sit on, and then conjuring stools for Snape and Geralt. "This matter is related to the commission you gave me. I hope you can be candid, which will be very beneficial to my commission."