Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Arianna.

A name I've never heard of.

It was his old fortune-telling lover, but it sounded like a girl's name, besides, he had only sent himself a letter not long ago, and he was still alive and kicking, and could cast a spell on himself, calmly Put yourself in the hole for a while.

who is it?

That's important, but right now, it doesn't matter at all.

He had to stop Dumbledore.

"Professor, calm down!" Harry pressed his hand. "Maybe it's true, but we've got to check."

Dumbledore couldn't listen to Harry's words. It seemed that only the voice of the lady named "Ariana" was left in his ears. His strength became very strong, as stubborn as a cow, and he resisted Harry's strength. Little by little, he walked towards the ring.

The finger is also getting closer and closer to the ring.

Harry frowned, this old man can't listen to people's words!

He raised his hand.

Alder Fayin!

The magic power stirred up waves, weak but powerful. He didn't want to fight Dumbledore, but just forced him, and he didn't use all his strength-the cabinet was knocked and rattled.

But it didn't have any effect on Dumbledore.

He is the greatest White Wizard of the century.

This is not a title given by empty words or compliments from peers, but a title he earned by relying on his own strength. Even if he tied himself on a dog leash and handed the rope to others, magic was engraved on almost every part of his body. Same instinct as breathing.

He didn't even raise his hand, but the magic power on his body was running spontaneously, and a soft barrier gushed out to offset the impact of Alder's seal.

But that's all.

The magic power only counteracts the seal, without any counterattack, just like its owner.

Axis!

Unwilling to give up, Harry cast another spell.

This is still useless, Dumbledore is also a very good Occlumency master - even if his mind is empty now, the magic power will naturally break the seal.

Magic doesn't work.

"I'm sorry, Professor." Harry took a deep breath, leaned closer, raised his fist, and slammed Dumbledore's stomach hard.

He didn't have the energy to stay, and he pushed back the centenarian, causing him to fall straight to the ground.

But I haven't woken up yet.

He only had "Arianna" in his eyes, and only the ring. After falling to the ground, he staggered and crawled, trying to touch it.

Second punch.

Still the belly.

Dumbledore vomited bile, and his eyes regained some clarity, but while vomiting, he continued to call the name "Ariana".

The third punch.

It was still the stomach, the pain far beyond the limit of the physical body, which made Dumbledore completely awake. Just when Harry was about to throw his fourth punch, he weakly shouted repeatedly: "Okay, Harry, don't do it again, I'm awake."

Harry looked at him with a calm tone: "It seems that this method is very useful. Next time if your mind is confused, I will use this method to treat you."

Dumbledore coughed and cleared the dirt out of his mouth: "Thank you, but I think Severus' poison is better."

With a flick of his wand, Harry's robes stretched out and closed the cupboard door.

With another wave, Dumbledore flew up and landed on the bed.

He took out two bottles of potion from the sorting hat: "Drink it, the healing potion, and this, Bone Spirit, I broke three of your ribs."

Dumbledore took it, drank it obediently, and complained, "Harry, you're really tough."

Harry didn't speak, he walked to the window, and the hat was jumping around excitedly outside the door. It liked this feeling of freedom and unrestraint very much. After Dumbledore finished drinking the potion, he asked, "So what?" It's a bad spell."

He was referring to the magic on the ring.

Really botched.

It doesn't even count as black magic, it's just the level of an outstanding graduate of the seventh grade. Let Hermione practice for a month, and she can almost do it.

"We are different, Harry." Dumbledore was silent, and when the wind and snow began to slam on the window, making a violent crackling sound, he thought about it, and continued, "Harry, you still have a lot to deserve. Cherished people, things and things."

He paused: "Maybe these words are not pleasant, but James and Lily both left when you were very young."

"You have family now, Sirius, Lupine, and Severus, and a lover. Hermione is indeed a very good little witch."

He paused again, his eyes dazed, staring helplessly at the old ceiling.

A poor jumping spider spins a thick, cocoon-like web.

"And I have nothing."

He spoke the last sentence softly, with a little crying tone.

Greatest White Wizard?

Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot?

Even the Headmaster of Hogwarts?

He doesn't care about these external titles at all. If possible, he is willing, very willing to take these things out in exchange for Ariana's life, and he doesn't mind investing more chips, such as his own magic, ancient spirits, etc. The property of the court, and even his own life.

From that day on, what qualifications did I have to live.

"Where's Hogwarts?" Harry asked him.

Dumbledore shook his head: "Minerva has always taken care of the school very well."

"What a pity, you are one of the people I most want to invite to my wedding with Hermione." Harry said blankly.

Dumbledore was taken aback.

Harry turned his head and looked out the window: "The people I most want to invite may not be able to come."

Dumbledore looked after him.

He thought it was James, it was Lily, Harry thought it was Kaer Morhen's group.

In the eyes of outsiders, even in the eyes of Dumbledore and Hermione, he has always been considered a very miserable person.

Harry used to think so too, but he didn't think so now, he thought he was the happiest person in the world.

I know Geralt who is like his father, Grandpa Vesemir, Eskel who is like a mother, and Lambert who clamors that he must call him uncle. In fact, when the two go out, others think he is more like a younger brother.

Kaer Morhen was his first home.

If given the chance, Harry would most like to invite them at his wedding - it is very difficult for a witcher to have a formal marriage, even if they will never have one in the future, at least let them have an eye addiction and see what the wedding is like thing.

Although they are separated by two worlds now, with the clues left by Xili, I may still have a chance to meet them again.

Now is just as happy, the carefree, reckless and clumsy Sirius, who has been trying his best to love himself as a "father", and Uncle Remus, of course, and Hermione, the little boy who mustered up the courage to stand with him witch.

The witcher has always been a loner.

But Harry looked down, only to realize that he had grabbed a bagful of gems.

There are so many things that make yourself worthwhile.

"Sirius may be able to fulfill his father's duties, but Professor Snape will be very angry." Harry went on, his tone was brisk, "I don't want them to fight at my wedding, only you can hold them down Bar."

Dumbledore said with emotion: "I thought you wouldn't want to invite a guy like me who is full of Fudge."

"Your insanity and you are one of the people I admire the most, these two things don't conflict at all." Harry waved his wand, turning his robe into a chair, and sat down on the edge of the bed, "And your heart is ashamed." , but there are still people who regard you as a treasure."

"You?" Dumbledore chuckled.

Harry shook his head: "Your old lover of the fortune teller."

Dumbledore was taken aback.

Harry repeated: "Your old Seer lover."

"He?" Dumbledore shook his head, "Maybe, but you haven't seen him yet."

"He sent me a letter on my birthday." Harry stated calmly, "He made a very accurate prophecy, asking me to stop you and not let you wear that ring."

The magic on the wrist dissipated.

Presumably, he also tacitly allowed himself to say these words at this time.

Dumbledore's response was very calm. He lay quietly on the bed without saying a word.

"You won't tell me about these things?" Harry asked, genuinely curious.

Dumbledore remained silent.

"Something about Ariana?" Harry rubbed his knees, thinking, "She seems to be the person you value the most."

Dumbledore couldn't control his expression, and looked at Harry in surprise: "How do you know this name?"

"You said it yourself." Harry waved his hand, "You kept calling that name when I beat you just now."

Dumbledore frowned, and he sighed: "Arianna is my sister."

"She's a silent one."

Harry was surprised.

Dumbledore is a very famous wizard family. Perhaps, their family can produce a squib, but a silent one. That is only born in a talented little wizard who is extremely depressed and extremely disgusted with magic. out something.

"Because of some special reasons." Dumbledore was unwilling to explain more about this matter. He continued vaguely, "She can't go to Hogwarts to go to school. She can only be taken care of by me and my brother. I am not a Good brother."

"Ariana trusted Aberforth more. At that time, my mind was full of great ambitions and changing the wizarding world. I have talent and ability. Why didn't I do that?"

"At that time, I met him, Gellert Grindelwald."

Harry was even more surprised, he opened his mouth wide: "Grindelwald? That extremely famous dark wizard?"

"It's him." Dumbledore nodded. "He's different from Tom. He's not a dark wizard. He has ideals, aspirations, and an extremely charismatic personality. Unlike Tom, who only uses bloody killings to create fear."

Harry nodded noncommittally, but didn't quite believe him.

As a lover, you will always make the other half perfect in your own eyes.

Just like Hermione always thought she was serious.

It is very painful to tear apart a scar, especially this scar, which is old, rancid and pus-filled, it hurts even more. Dumbledore took a deep breath: "At that time, he will live in my house, We discuss magic."

"The magical creature form of the Patronus Charm was discussed at that time."