Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

"Are you anxious?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry shook his head: "It would be best to find him as soon as possible."

“But there’s no rush for one or two days.”

"You want to try another method?"

Dumbledore nodded: "Of course, Ms. Yennefer lives in the library recently, and I haven't been able to find much time to communicate with her about magic, not to mention she is still a lady."

"If I could, I'd like to see what this curse looks like."

Harry tilted his head and looked at Uma: "Those three days."

"No matter what happens in three days, the curse on Uma must be lifted."

Dumbledore nodded: "Of course there is no problem."

they said.

The office door was pushed open again.

Snape walked in and saw Harry. He looked up and down several times before turning his head and looking at Uma with surprise in his eyes: "Is this the Ciri you are looking for?"

"Professor Snape, in your words, open your eyes and think about it with a brain similar to that of a troll." Harry shook his head and quoted what Snape often said to evaluate those things in his eyes. , the words of students without talent.

Snape's face was cold: "The mouth is still as lively as ever."

"Because you are back, the whole Hogwarts feels a little heavier. Ten points from Gryffindor."

He greeted Harry warmly.

Then he opened his mouth to analyze the situation on Uma.

"A very clever curse."

"Very strange magic."

"The soul is hidden inside? It looks a bit like a Horcrux."

They are all similarly wrapped and hidden souls.

"This curse is not as clever as a Horcrux." Dumbledore shook his head and expressed a different opinion, "But relatively, it is very dangerous to the soul in this body."

"certainly."

"The soul inside is a very tough and powerful soul. The curse has not caused much erosion to the soul."

Harry said: "Avallac'h is the soul in this little monster's body. He is the great sage of the Ain El elves. He may be more than three hundred years old, maybe more than four hundred years old, or even older. He is five years old. More than a hundred years old?”

"It seems that he is an elder worthy of respect." Dumbledore said, and the last word "elder" came out, which even he found strange.

Originally, the position of "elderly" should belong to oneself.

But Geralt and Yennefer can be considered as their contemporaries.

Now there are older ones popping up.

"Would you like to resolve his curse now?" Snape stared at Uma, "I might be able to provide some potions."

Harry shook his head: "Don't worry, Professor Snape, Albus still wants to study for a while."

Dumbledore nodded.

Snape said nothing. He stared at Uma curiously. As a wizard, he was naturally curious about unexplored areas.

"Professor Snape, I brought you many gifts." Harry took out his wand, and after a moment, the Sorting Hat was taken off his waist and fell on the table.

Snape was startled, with a complicated expression on his face. He didn't know what expression to show or what kind of reaction to have.

He's not a very good recipient of kindness.

Especially this kind of direct, unabashed kindness.

He was at a loss.

In this life, for more than thirty years, he has received almost no kindness from anyone - although there are many gifts, those have nothing to do with "goodwill", and he has never thought that the kindness that makes him so helpless comes from a surname. for the "Potter" guy.

He held the wand in his robes.

He wished he could cast a powerful fire spell and destroy the Sorting Hat, the onlookers, the portraits, and the phoenix.

Dumbledore's face was filled with longing and anticipation: "A gift?"

"what does it look like?"

Harry waved his wand: "Albus, not for you."

Puff puff——

The Sorting Hat vomited and spit out a bunch of stuff.

Some herbs with roots connected to the soil, high-strength alcohol, some basic alchemy materials, and books on basic herbs and potions.

There are also a bunch of organs that smell fishy.

The heart and eyes of evil ghosts, the heart of water ghosts.

Of course, there is no more monster material.

On the way, they only encountered a few evil ghosts and a few water ghosts.

Harry went out to buy those herbs and books this morning when he was still in Novigrad - he got up too early and some bookstores hadn't opened yet, so he went for self-service shopping.

"Potter, you brought back a bunch of rubbish?" Snape lowered his head and looked at each of them seriously, but the words that came out of his mouth were still not polite at all.

Dumbledore's eyes widened and he was still surprised: "You really don't have a gift from me?"

"I didn't find any candy." Harry nodded. "It was a very barren world. I even used the Disillusionment Curse to sneak into several families with children, but I couldn't find any candy."

Dumbledore was a little disappointed.

Harry raised his head and answered Snape: "These are not rubbish."

"Herbal materials from another world."

Snape was suspicious.

He didn't smell any magical energy from these materials.

But Harry didn't seem like the type to make ridiculous jokes, even if his last name was "Potter."

"Then this can be regarded as a pretty good gift." Snape raised his wand, and several empty, pocket-sized bottles flew out from his robes. They landed on the table, expanded and expanded, and the materials Putting it all in, "Has Albus told you what happened in the past few days?"

Harry shook his head.

Dumbledore cleared his throat: "I just haven't had time yet."

Snape glanced at him: "Crouch seemed to have expected that you would leave Hogwarts."

"And he also made corresponding arrangements."

"But he has dealt with his own memories, and I have been making insinuations in the past few days. He only wants me to peacefully be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts."

"Those two kids of yours also often patrol the Room of Requirement."

"At least nothing has happened in the past few days."

Harry wasn't surprised.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have asked Ron and Neville to do that before leaving Hogwarts.

"Then it seems that Hogwarts still needs to know that Harry has not come back." Harry raised his head and looked at the portraits on the wall.

They all nodded.

And in Algeria.

In a hidden cave.

"Hoarfrost, what a wonderful power." A tall and thin man wore an exquisite crown inlaid with emeralds and held a glass vial in his hand.

A white substance flows inside.

Not frost or snow, nor anything observable on the physical plane.

Like sand dust, crystal clear white particles.

But this is not its body, but the air particles that are closest to its body and most affected, and have been frozen and stagnant.

And this is the wonderful phenomenon called "hoarfrost".