Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

This is very surprising information.

"Don't you have a magic that can falsify memories?" Geralt asked with gestures.

Harry shook his head and replied, "His memory has not been tampered with."

"And with the character of their race, it is impossible to let a wizard who has only been in contact for a few days chant a spell on their brains. Who knows what weird spells will be planted in their brains."

Geralt nodded.

"So Tom really only has two Horcruxes left?" Dumbledore pushed up his glasses.

Harry said nothing and looked towards the door.

Waiting for someone to come.

Dumbledore also began to wait.

Snape came over ten minutes later.

He held a bottle of magic potion in his hand and thrust it into Scamander's hand: "The Wild Hunt is out again?"

Harry nodded: "Professor, good news, Crouch may have completely trusted you."

Snape frowned.

This is not good news for myself.

"Have you talked to Crouch?" he sneered as he sat down, "have you started to believe what he said?"

Harry shook his head and pointed at Caranthir: "This is an important figure in the Wild Hunt. Before you came, Professor, I checked his memory. Something suspected to be a Ravenclaw diadem was in the hands of the Wild Hunt."

"Suspected?" Snape captured the most crucial word.

Harry nodded: "That's just a memory."

"Although I can ensure that the memory is true, I cannot rule out whether the Horcrux is real."

He then recounted what had just happened carefully, without missing any details, including those details about Scrimgeour that Snape didn't want to know and he didn't have to know.

Snape's face darkened.

He knew Harry very well and knew exactly what he wanted to do.

He took his wand out of his robes and raised his hand.

Not even a word was said.

In the abandoned classroom where Crouch was imprisoned.

The young man opened his eyes drowsily, and subconsciously moved his body like an insect, approaching the blazing fireplace in the house, but it was in vain. An invisible barrier formed by magic blocked him, keeping him and the fireplace at bay. space, at a safe distance.

"Stop struggling." Snape's voice sounded, "Potter will not give you a chance to escape."

"If he tortured me, he should find a better way to torture me." Crouch raised his head. In addition to giving him freedom in life, Hogwarts treated him very well, ensuring him three meals a day and nearly twenty-four hours of sleep. However, this kind of privileged life only made his cheeks thinner, as if they were stuck with a layer of The skin is like a skull and bones.

Snape sneered: "Good news, Potter may not be able to torture you for much longer."

Crouch raised his head and stared at him, silent.

"Potter knows that one of the master's Horcruxes is in the hands of the Wild Hunt." Snape said softly.

Crouch narrowed his eyes and his expression became sharp: "How did he know?"

"Put away your swallow-tailed dog eyes." Snape spoke in disgust, the black fluid twisting into a ball, showing his emotions well, "He captured an important figure in the Wild Hunt, Caranthir. "

Crouch was stunned and a little surprised: "Caranthir?"

"You know him?" Snape asked.

Crouch nodded: "Has he been caught? It seems that the Wild Hunt is not as powerful as they boasted."

Snape spoke carefully and said, "The problem has nothing to do with the Wild Hunt. It's that one of the master's Horcruxes was discovered."

"Why do you know this?" Crouch suddenly asked an irrelevant piece of news.

Snape sneered: "Crouch, if it weren't for the sake of the master, I really want to give you a potion that will turn you into an idiot."

"Are you still doubting me at this time?"

"What use do you have for doubting me?"

Crouch stared calmly at the black fluid.

Snape said in a dissatisfied tone: "This is not a secret message. It will even be published in the Daily Prophet tomorrow. The Wild Hunts are making a lot of noise and can't hide it from anyone."

Crouch said nothing and closed his eyes.

After a while, he sighed, his voice sounding as haggard as his appearance: "Severus, let me think about it."

Snape said nothing.

Wait until the time comes and the black fluid dissipates.

Crouch opened his mouth and mouthed the number "six thousand."

It's still exactly ten minutes.

In the principal's office.

Snape opened his eyes: "Crouch seems to be in a desperate situation. He needs to think before he can come up with countermeasures. His voice sounds tired, just like you mentioned Harry."

Having said this, he paused and looked at Scamander.

Harry nodded: "As expected, Mr. Scamander should know what happened between Albus and Grindelwald."

Scamander nodded.

Snape continued: "His state is just like Albus's state when Harry mentioned Grindelwald."

Dumbledore complained softly, his tone helpless and helpless: "Severus."

Snape nodded: "Yes, that's it."

"Is it real or fake?" Harry asked.

Snape laughed: "Potter, you have to understand that I am just a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, not Merlin. I can't use Legilimency in that state. Even if I can use it, do you think I can?" Use it on Crouch?"

"In Crouch's eyes, I am a man who can endure humiliation for the Dark Lord. I can even endure the humiliation that Crouch inflicts on me!"

Harry looked at Caranthir and was silent for a while.

"It seems I have to go back to that world."

Everyone in the room was stunned.

Geralt reacted: "You mean to go back?"

Harry nodded: "Yes, go back and find Ciri."

“There’s a lot we want to accomplish and we need her.”

Geralt frowned: "How can we go back without Ciri?"

He paused and looked at the only person lying in the room: "It's impossible for him to cooperate with you."

"Why won't you cooperate with me?" Harry raised his wand, "There are many spells that can do it."

Almost at the same time.

"no."

Dumbledore and Snape spoke together, both knowing exactly what spell Harry wanted to cast.

Harry turned and looked over.

"Harry, I." Dumbledore said hesitantly. He was not that resistant to using dark magic. After all, he was also very good at dark magic, but he did not want Harry to use this kind of magic.

Black magic is not a good thing.

In particular, the essence of magic is the reflection of the soul.

Using black magic once will inevitably have an impact on the mind and spirit.

Snape interrupted Dumbledore without politeness: "Potter, do you want to use the Imperius Curse?"

"I have to remind you that in front of you, there are two most powerful masters of black magic besides the Dark Lord who may be resurrected."

"It's not your turn to show off your superficial knowledge. Black magic, like potions, is a profound art. You can't perform it well just by reading a few books. Arrogant Potter, I think I should put Ah Take out the feces in Busi's brain and cleanse your brain."