Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Voldemort had never thought before that such a wonderful substance existed in this world.

Substances that invade world after world and no one can stop.

But as soon as he mentioned "white frost", he couldn't stop falling in love with this kind of thing.

"My dear son bought this for me." The voice did not come out of the tall and thin man's body, but came out of the crown on his head.

"Are you ready?"

The tall and thin man nodded in fear and said tremblingly: "Master, I am ready."

"Then, pick up the wand," the voice in the crown commanded.

The man took out his wand.

A wand made by Grigovitch, made of silver basswood, protected by a red marble handle, with a purple gemstone inlaid at the bottom. It is a very delicate wand, but it has been worn for a long time. There were no signs of maintenance, it was dusty, dirty, and full of greasy finger marks.

"I allow you to recite a spell." Crown continued to command.

The man's voice was hoarse and he waved his wand.

"The bones of the world, cast as anchors."

A golden light surged out from the tip of the wand, bright and dazzling, fell into the bottle, and merged with the white frost.

The man shuddered.

"The source of magic power, used as bait to feed."

A ray of silver light also poured out from the tip of the wand, delicate and exquisite, entangled with the golden light, and also intermingled with the white frost.

It seems to have great appeal.

Those embodied white frost particles came and clustered around the silver magic power.

The man's face became pained and his voice became weak.

"Representational people sign contracts."

Another golden light.

But not with men, but from the crown, sinking into the bottle, intertwined with the hoarfrost.

as a purely magical phenomenon.

Whether it is the research of the elves of Ain El or Voldemort's exploration during this period, it is determined that Bai Shuang has a certain degree of natural consciousness, but no specific consciousness has been derived. This kind of consciousness is like trees coveting sunlight, rain and dew, a behavior engraved on instinct rather than autonomous behavior.

And they respond tremendously to active energy.

Just like they have been chasing the Ein El elves.

Magic is also one of the energies they crave.

Consciousness, but no autonomous consciousness - it's like being a person with a brain, but not smart enough.

Voldemort was good at controlling people's hearts and developed such a curse.

The man was in even more pain, as his magic power kept being drained.

The hoarfrost in the bottle reproduces and is born continuously.

The voice in the crown was delighted: "What a wonderful ability."

The man suddenly stopped struggling.

Voldemort took over his body, and the man had no and no resistance.

"Hell Demonic Flame." He waved his wand and chanted the Fire Spell.

Magic surges.

A cluster of gray flames spurted out and fell to the ground, but unlike ordinary fierce fires, there was no high temperature. Instead, the temperature was drawn out point by point, and white frost and ice crystals quickly covered the surface.

He waved his wand again.

The flames disappeared immediately.

In this small cave, the temperature immediately rose again.

Voldemort wanted to say something else.

On the table, a crystal ball shines.

Voldemort waved his wand and hid everything on the table, leaving only a small bottle of white frost on display as a sample.

Also remove the magic that has been cast on the crystal ball.

"It's just as you predicted." Eredin's face appeared, and he got straight to the point and said bluntly, "Harry has returned to Ciri's world."

"Really?" Voldemort nodded, looking pleased.

"Are you ready?" Eredin asked again, condescendingly, like a king to his ministers.

The man was being controlled, his expression did not change, and Voldemort's voice remained calm: "Of course, of course, I proposed this plan early in the morning."

"Now I'm just waiting for an opportunity."

"However, my dear Lord Eredin, Potter is very keen, so you have to be willing to bear it."

Eredin's expression did not change at all: "Illerith is the greatest warrior, and he will make the greatest contribution to our success."

"Don't worry, I won't have any problems."

Ilerith is a master warrior among the elves of Iron El and is also the core commander of the Wild Hunt. His status is even higher than that of Caranthir.

He is also the main commander of the search for Ciri. He is the person who has the most and closest connections with the world of demon hunters.

Eredin paused and looked at the bottle on the table: "How is Bai Shuang's research going?"

"Still no breakthrough at all?"

Voldemort shook his head: "Of course not."

"Now I can use magic to briefly control the frost."

He waved his wand.

The cork of the sample bottle was opened, and the white frost inside flew out and condensed in the air, but it was restrained from spreading.

Eredin's eyes lit up.

Voldemort waved his wand again.

The white frost turned into a bird, a giant snake, and a fire dragon, and finally poured back into the bottle and was sealed by the cork.

"It's like this." Voldemort whispered, "But this is just a very crude way of suppressing the white frost with magic power, which is far from being officially used."

Regarding the fact that he has signed an oath with Bai Shuang and has almost perfect control of Bai Shuang's power.

Voldemort didn't tell anyone.

Of course, just these things he showed were enough to satisfy Eredin.

This is a result that the elves of Ain El have not been able to achieve even after thousands of years of research on hoar frost.

The magic in this world is indeed wonderful.

Mind is power.

"This is already very good." Eredin couldn't suppress his excitement, and his tone became public. "Voldemort, you have done a good job. You will become the most respectable and greatest friend in the history of Ain El. .”

"You will also become the most respectable and greatest friend among the Death Eaters." Voldemort responded to him calmly.

Eredin said softly: "When Harry finds Illerith, I will inform you, my dear friend."

Voldemort nodded.

When the light of the crystal ball dimmed, he waved his wand and cast spells on the crystal ball again. Even if Eredin could spy on it secretly, everything he saw was an illusion condensed by magic.

"Hoarfrost." Voldemort whispered, controlling the man's body to walk away from the table.

"With this power, I should be able to compete with Dumbledore."

"No"

"Not yet, not enough."

he muttered.

Walking to the entrance of the cave and looking at the outside world, the ice and snow have melted, and it seems that spring has come.

In Hogwarts.

Dumbledore frowned. Next to him were McGonagall, Snape, Sprout, and among all the professors, Professor Flitwick, the only one standing - even if he was standing, he looked about the same height as Uma.

They stared at this cursed little guy and used their own knowledge to analyze his situation as much as possible.

Yennefer sat aside, holding a book and looking at them coldly.