Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Gift?

These two words made Snape's face change slightly. He still hadn't learned how to accept other people's kindness, so he immediately responded with a sneer: "What kind of book on potions is it again? Potter, it seems that you are interested in letting me work for you for free." This is very heartfelt.”

"After all, you are the youngest Potions Master." Harry responded calmly, "Even if you are missing one hand, it is still difficult for anyone to match your level."

Snape smiled mockingly: "But as you said, this is not a garbage recycling bin."

"Those things you picked out before are not very good."

"If it doesn't involve another world, it has almost no value."

Snape was picky, but that was based on his cognitive level.

In the world of witchers, the spread of knowledge is not as convenient as in this world, and even a lot of knowledge is half-truth and half-false.

If it hadn't been from Harry, Snape would have thrown most of the scrap paper into the fireplace.

"A way to make magic into a potion." Harry whispered.

Snape's expression changed slightly: "Magic is made into a potion?"

Harry nodded: "It's an interesting idea, and there are some other more reliable potions knowledge."

"Sounds good." Snape nodded.

They parted at the castle entrance.

Snape returned to his office, ready to wait for his master's contact.

Harry had to get these two old men to where they were supposed to be now.

School doctor's office.

Madam Pomfrey checked Ciri's body. Yennefer was worried about whether her good daughter had suffered any hidden injuries during her escape. Professor McGonagall was guarding Neville's bedside. He had not woken up yet.

The door was suddenly opened gently.

The eyes of everyone in the room were attracted.

Harry and Hermione came in, which relieved the nervous people.

But then the two people floating in the air couldn't help but make their nerves tense again.

Dumbledore! And a strange man with a strong aura of black magic on his body.

Mag stood up suddenly and walked in quickly: "Harry?"

"Albus what's wrong?"

Apart from Harry and Voldemort, McGonagall couldn't think of anyone else who could defeat Dumbledore.

And if Harry takes action.

Dumbledore shouldn't be unconscious, but should have a few broken ribs or other injuries to his body.

"Don't worry, no one will do anything to them." Harry said softly, comforting Professor McGonagall, "Albus is drunk on his own."

Mag was stunned.

Drunk?

It was difficult for her to associate this word with Dumbledore. This old man didn't like drinking. He drank a little occasionally, mostly liqueurs with low alcohol content. How much did he have to drink to get so drunk? The most important thing is that although Dumbledore is usually crazy, he will never let himself fall into a state of drunkenness at this time.

Madam Pomfrey's eyes fell on Grindelwald, her brows knitted into knots: "Harry, then this one."

"He seems to have been tortured by the Cruciatus Curse for a long time?"

Harry nodded: "Mrs. Pomfrey, you are so professional."

Madam Pomfrey looked at him angrily.

"This is Grindelwald." Harry waved his wand and dropped Dumbledore onto an empty hospital bed.

Hermione also placed Grindelwald on the adjacent bed.

"Grindelwald?" McGonagall was surprised, "Gellert Grindelwald?"

Madam Pomfrey didn't feel much.

She's young enough that she wasn't even born when Grindelwald was wreaking havoc.

Harry nodded.

"How did he come to Hogwarts?" Professor McGonagall was surprised and looked at the man. "Isn't he imprisoned in Nurmengard?"

Harry explained: "Voldemort went to find him. He was no match for Voldemort, so he fled here to seek help from Albus."

"The Cruciatus Curse on him was caused by Voldemort?" Madam Pomfrey walked over, raised her wand, and checked Grindelwald's physical condition.

Harry shook his head: "No, Dumbledore did it."

The two professors were startled.

They subconsciously looked at Dumbledore, but soon realized that this Dumbledore was not that Dumbledore.

"Aberforth Dumbledore," Harry continued, "But that's not important, it's their family matter."

Madam Pomfrey was interested in gossip.

But McGonagall didn't care at all. She waved to Harry and told him about Neville today. There was worry in her tone, but more importantly, she was proud. Besides Harry, there was also a very outstanding person in Gryffindor House. little lion.

Hermione sat next to Harry and listened patiently.

Madam Pomfrey examined it carefully and lowered her wand: "Harry, you should send him to St. Mungo's."

"The person who did it was a little too cruel."

"Although removing the magic effect will not make him like the Longbottoms, if he stays here, given the conditions here, he will inevitably suffer some trauma."

"St Mungo's won't accept him," Harry said softly.

Madam Pomfrey said nothing.

He had not experienced that era, but he had also heard of Grindelwald's reputation - if Voldemort hadn't popped up in Great Britain, I am afraid that the nightmare of Great Britain would still be the same as that of wizards in other countries. Mr. Grindelwald.

"No, just stay here." Grindelwald gritted his teeth, his voice weak.

Madam Pomfrey looked.

Grindelwald was sluggish, and the child was learning to speak, bit by bit, saying: "This is the punishment given to me by fate."

"I don't run away."

"This will make Albus better."

Madam Pomfrey didn't quite understand.

Harry understood, and he persuaded Madam Pomfrey: "Just do what he wants. This is the most important choice for him."

He doesn't feel guilty, but he won't escape these punishments.

This is not a conflict.

The most obvious sign of a great man is his strong will.

"Okay." Madam Pomfrey sighed, "But I have to tell you in advance that if you don't go to St. Mungo's, you will be entangled in uncontrollable trembling for the rest of your life, your hands and your legs. , I’m afraid the magic spell you cast will no longer be able to hit any targets.”

Grindelwald said nothing, just nodded his head.

She sighed, turned around, walked to her office, and started to get the potion.

"Them." McGonagall looked at Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

"Some exciting things." Harry shook his head, but did not continue, but looked at Neville, "Isn't he awake yet?"

"Poppy said he was under too much mental stress." Mag shook his head, "She gave him a magic potion to restore his energy. I'm afraid he will have to sleep until tomorrow, but don't worry, it's just some flesh wounds. He is very healthy now."

She paused briefly.

"I'm a little worried about whether I should tell Augusta about this now."

"It's better to wait until Neville gets better and let him tell his grandma in person."