Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Harry looked at Ciri, his eyes sharp: "The eyes and ears of the Wild Hunt?"

Ciri nodded.

"The kind that can be directly connected to the Wild Hunt?" Harry asked.

Ciri answered for him: "Of course, Illerys, do you know him?"

"That commander?" Harry's voice became deeper.

Ciri nodded again.

Ilereth, an elite warrior, is the commander of the Wild Hunt and Eredin's confidant.

He is very powerful.

So powerful that he often becomes the protagonist of Geralt's nightmares, manipulating the demonic ship called "Najirfa" to descend.

"Is he still in Willen?" Harry whispered, "Is he still here?"

Ciri shook her head: "I don't know, but Avallac'h said that Ilerith is a person who easily indulges in lust, and wine and sex are the things he can't live without in his life."

"And the old witch flatters him very much and will provide him with many things he needs."

Harry raised an eyebrow.

so.

Is it because of this reason that Anna is targeted by the old witches?

"If there is a chance, she will definitely appear." Xili held the cup tightly.

"What chance?" Harry asked.

Shirley took a deep breath: "Witches' night party."

Um?

This was the first time Harry had heard the word.

"In Wellen, the old witches are called the Lady of the Forest." Xili said patiently, "Every year they hold a grand party on Bald Tree Mountain."

"Local residents will receive an invitation that cannot be refused."

"Not only humans, but many creatures can do it, especially female night demons are the most popular."

"The old witch will select the three most beautiful guests among these visitors and take them to the mountain. At that time, both men and women were welcome. But when the night party is over, they will lose their memory of that night, and only one will be left. The vague, beautiful impression is like being reborn."

The cause and effect are there, and the outcome of these three beautiful men and women is self-evident.

Illerith feasted on them.

And forget their memories.

This is a crime!

Harry's face was expressionless: "It seems that his taste is somewhat unique. Can it be used by both men and women?"

Ciri spread her hands: "Even if Ilerith is summoned back by Eredin, he will not miss this opportunity. Ain El will not give him such an indulgent opportunity."

"This is indeed a good opportunity." Harry whispered, "But Ciri, do you know what time it is outside?"

Xili was startled and frowned: "It was already autumn when I was sent to Misty Island."

"At this time, there are still two months until the end of the year." Harry shook his head. "It takes such a long time to wait for the witches' night meeting to try your luck and bet that an Ilerius may or may not come. Opportunity comes."

This is not realistic.

Ciri shook her head.

Time does not allow.

She raised her hands and rubbed her face. The situation was different from before she was hidden in the Island of Mist.

Before that, he needed time to hide and escape from the wild hunting.

But now, Harry said that they have the power to deal with the Wild Hunt, and there is also a dark wizard who is trying to master the power of frost, and they are united with the Wild Hunt, even if they are not working together. This means that we need to cut through the mess quickly and deal with these troubles that are capable of being resolved as soon as possible.

Wait two months?

too long.

"Okay, let's go back first," Xili thought, shaking her head helplessly.

Harry waved his wand and stuffed Caranthir back into his hat: "No, why go back?"

"Maybe we can't wait for the witches' night meeting, but that doesn't mean we don't have a chance."

If he were just a regular Wild Hunt officer, Harry would agree with the idea of ​​going back.

But... that's Illerith.

He already had a Caranthir in his hand, and the navigator lost his leader. After catching an Illerith, the Wild Hunt knights also lost their leader. Eredin loses his right hand.

This is important.

Hermione nudged him lightly on the waist.

Harry held her hand: "Don't worry, I won't use the Imperius Curse."

Hermione held it back.

Ciri covered her eyes: "Harry, now is not the time for romance."

"We're going back to Temeria."

"Do you need me to open the portal for you?"

Harry stood up: "It's up to me to do it. We can accurately land on the baron's house, or even on his table."

Shirley's expression became strange: "I think this is not an interesting experience for the Baron."

"He would probably agree with you." Harry nodded.

Hermione waved her wand and put away the things skillfully. Ciri, with quick eyes and quick hands, grabbed another piece of dessert.

"Put your hand on my shoulder." Harry reminded Ciri, "Hold on, don't let go."

He held out his hand to Hermione, and they took it.

Ciri grabbed Harry's shoulders tightly.

He flicked his wand.

Several dwarfs nearby were struggling and making as many noises as possible.

Don't go!

There are people here, alive!

"I almost forgot about you." Harry glanced over and pointed his wand.

The four dwarfs guarding the sleeping princess were released and screamed in terror.

in their shouts.

Harry waved his wand and disappeared with a snap.

crow's nest.

The baron sat in the room, staring at the empty wine bottle in front of him, holding his drooping cheeks with his hands. He was very proud and very proud that he had stopped drinking for a whole day and sixteen hours!

There was a soft snap.

The baron raised his head in surprise: "Witcher, you should know some manners."

"Sorry, I don't understand." Harry said confidently and looked at the wine bottle on the table after landing, "Did you just finish it?"

Shirley rubbed her head and squatted down in pain: "Harry, you should tell me, God, is this your teleportation spell? It's too painful!"

Much more painful than the warlocks' teleportation spells.

The world was spinning, and I felt like my intestines had reached my stomach.

"No, I'm quitting drinking. I haven't touched alcohol for a day." The baron slammed the table and shouted loudly, "This is Ciri? Have you found Ciri?"

"Yes, Philip." Shirley raised her head, "I have been found."

The Baron looked at Harry in surprise.

But he didn't dare to ask that question from his mouth.

He was rejected so much that he was afraid to ask questions, and the reply that came out of Harry's mouth was still rejection.

"Baron, we should have a good talk now about how much compensation I need to pay to rescue your wife." Harry said softly.

The Baron was even more surprised: "Now you finally have time?"

"Witcher, whatever reward you want, no matter how much, I can give it to you."

Harry didn't say anything, he just raised his hand and clenched his fist, leaving only his little finger exposed.

"You just sold it to me, how about seven hundred crowns?" The baron immediately understood what Harry meant, took a breath, and subconsciously bargained.

Harry said, "If it's Crown, it's eight hundred and five hundred."

"Deal." The Baron agreed, "As long as Anna can be rescued, I have no problem."

"So, where is Anna?"