Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Sing with the scenery.

The sirens are ferocious, but even the demon hunters who hate them the most have to admit that their entire race is born singers.

The bait they use to hunt is their beautiful appearance when they transform into humans, and their melodious singing voices.

The siren just raised its head and the sound just came out of its mouth.

The harp bumped lightly against her back.

She turned around with resentment, reluctantly picked up the harp and began to play it gently. After getting familiar with the tones, the messy sounds became pleasant to the ear, along with the sea breeze.

Crisp, ethereal, and like the deep ocean.

Hermione held her head in her hands.

Occasionally look at the sea and occasionally look at the clouds. The ocean and clouds are very close and can be picked up with one hand, including Harry, who are also very close to me.

so good.

If only it could continue like this.

But she knew that she couldn't be willful now. They were responsible for the fate of two worlds. She was very satisfied to have such a short-term enjoyment during this busy journey. They were still young and had a bright future. Lots of time.

Without these things, wouldn't it be difficult to enjoy this kind of enjoyment at Hogwarts?

Her mentality is very good.

Time flows through the notes like a river, as if it has become very slow.

But this is just a feeling.

The boat floated automatically and gradually sailed into a sea area covered with thick fog.

"Here we are." Harry whispered, picking up the bottle.

The white light group inside became intense, heading towards the depths of the thick fog.

He unscrewed the cork.

The ball of light flew out and floated forward.

A wave of the wand.

A golden thread emerged from the sail, united with the light.

This is a real sea.

Dense fog and reefs.

Many Skellige ships had wandered in by mistake, and they were all densely packed with sunken ships. Some were very new, only a month or two old, and some were very old, several years old. The traces were so old that Harry couldn't see the specific sunken ships. How long.

The siren's song became a low, plaintive outpouring.

Just like the thick fog with a hint of grayish white.

Countless sea monsters were entrenched on the top of the sailboat. They were eyeing their prey, but there was the singing of their companions on the boat, and after a while, they flew away reluctantly.

They have been docked next to the abandoned small ferry, and they have not been attacked by the sea monster again.

"You can go." Harry waved his wand and released the binding magic on the Siren.

The siren hugged the harp, grinned at Harry, and hurriedly flapped its wings to escape.

The light ball continued to float forward.

Harry and Hermione stepped to follow.

The fog was still heavy on the island and it was unusually quiet.

"Be careful!" They were halfway there when Harry suddenly spoke and waved his wand.

Armor protection!

The spell was uttered and fell on Hermione.

Almost instantly, a pair of sharp claws grabbed hold of the mist, scratched Hermione, and hit the invisible armor with a clang.

Fainted!

Hermione's reaction was not as fast as Harry's. After all, she was an ordinary person and did not have the extremely sharp senses of a witcher. However, she did not panic after being attacked. She pulled out her wand and didn't even see what was attacking her. After reciting the magic spell, he launched it and hit the monster.

Its body was surprisingly light, and even a spell like the Stunning Curse would knock it away, draw an arc, and land heavily on the ground.

Harry drew his sword, rushed over and cut off the head.

Hermione leaned closer.

Only then could he clearly see the appearance of this monster, which was somewhat similar to the evil ghost he had encountered before, except that the chin was not as big, the ears were larger, pointed upward, and the distinctive pair of claws were as sharp as knives.

"This is it?" Hermione asked as she watched Harry dissect it skillfully.

Harry replied: "Little mist demon."

"A very difficult creature, the monster that every witcher who has just started his journey is most worried about encountering."

Wherever there is fog, such creatures exist.

Unlike other monsters, the Little Mist Demon has the power to manipulate mist.

They usually hide in the mist, in a depressing and dull atmosphere, suddenly appear from behind, scratch their paws, and then disappear, repeating this process until they drive their prey crazy, drown it in a swamp, or kill it.

in all prey species.

The little mist demon once ranked at the top of the monsters that Harry least wanted to meet. Even if he had a head-to-head confrontation with an ancient deer-headed spirit, he didn't want to meet a little mist demon.

Of course, things are different now.

Gather the materials and put them into the hat.

Harry and the others continued to follow the light group as they climbed up the winding mountain road. Finally, the light group stopped in front of an exquisite, brand-new house built with stone and wood.

"Ciri is in here?" Hermione tilted her head and waved her wand.

A stone at the door turned into an adult frame. I raised my hand and pushed it.

The door didn't move at all, and the stone man was pushed by the recoil and staggered back a few steps.

"The door is locked." Hermione waved her wand again. "No trace of the curse was detected."

Harry raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Ciri, are you in?"

"Open the door, it's me."

There was no response from the door.

Harry knocked again.

Still no response.

"Is there no one?" Hermione asked nervously in a low voice.

Harry shook his head. In the witcher's senses, he could hear the sound of heavy breathing in the crack of the door. He continued to knock on the door: "Is there anyone inside? Respond."

Hermione made eye contact with him, nodded, and waved her wand.

The whirlwind swept across.

A strong wind blew in from under the door.

Then, he pointed toward the Sorting Hat.

A rope came out. It was a prank prop developed by George and Fred. It could peek into the situation behind the door. It followed the wind and got into the door together.

"Oh!" The person at the door seemed not to have expected the sudden wind, and couldn't help but exclaimed.

Harry lowered his voice: "Open the door."

"Who are you and what do you want to do?" There was a clear knock on the head from the door, accompanied by a depressed and dull male voice.

"The Witcher," Harry continued, "find a young woman with gray hair and a scar on her face."

The man's tone became disgusted: "Oh, get out of here."

Hermione lowered her voice and walked back: "There are four dwarves inside the door. They have weapons, but they don't look very dangerous."

dwarf.

Geralt did not explain clearly what happened on the Misty Island. In fact, after welcoming Ciri back, they had to prepare non-stop for fighting the Wild Hunt. Geralt had no time to explain these relatively irrelevant things. Say the important things carefully.

Harry didn't know either.

but.

Since he is a dwarf.

Harry looked at Hermione and their eyes met.

Hermione raised her wand.

Ahola hole opens!

With a click, the door lock unscrewed.

Harry raised his foot and kicked the door open. The four dwarfs blocking the door did not expect that the door would be opened so suddenly and quickly.

Two whistling sounds——

Four ropes poured out of the Sorting Hat, tying the four dwarves tightly before they could hold their weapons.

Two men broke into the house.

Look around.

A woman with gray hair and a lifeless look was lying on the bed opposite the door.

The Witcher's perception.

No breathing, no heartbeat.