Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

In Baron Philip's mind, there were only three things.

Family, family, family.

How to get my daughter back, how to get my wife back.

He, a middle-aged man, has lost all his youthful ambitions, leaving only this desire.

"Where is Anna?" he asked again.

"Do you know the Lady of the Woods?" Harry asked him.

The baron's expression changed slightly: "Old witch?"

Harry nodded.

"Ah, of course I've heard of it, the common people talked about it." The Baron frowned, "But isn't it just made up to deceive children?"

"The witcher is also a legend that deceives children." Harry said calmly.

Witchers have a bad reputation.

Unlike a person's appearance which is the cause, the unscrupulous behavior of some such as the Cat Faction Demon Hunters is the fuel, and the stories passed down from the people's mouths are the catalyst.

Almost every child has heard this story when they were young - "If you don't obey me, I will sell you to the witcher."

The child is ignorant.

They are extremely afraid of being abandoned by their families, and when they grow up, they hear such rumors again and again, and this fear will spread to the witchers.

"But how come Anna is with the old witch?" The baron's brows were still furrowed.

"Because of an agreement." Harry whispered, "Your wife was pregnant, but she didn't want to give birth, so she signed a contract with the old witch. They let her have an abortion, and the price was to stay with the old witch."

"Sign a contract with the old witch?" The baron's voice couldn't help but rise. "Witcher, why the hell didn't you tell me this earlier? We have to rescue her as soon as possible."

Hermione narrowed her eyes and looked over dissatisfied.

She was now a little agitated by the insults directed towards Harry.

"Calm down." Harry said calmly, "If you can't calm down, I can help you calm down."

The Baron took a deep breath: "Witcher, I mean, I can't sit back and watch Anna suffer."

"I've heard of old witches. They're not a good thing."

Harry nodded: "So we have to save him now."

The baron clenched his fists and wandered excitedly: "I'm going to gather my troops now. Where is the witch in the forest?"

"The swamp is dangerous and you won't do any good by taking your people there." Harry shook his head.

The baron could not contain his excitement: "But she is my wife."

"Just come with us." Harry's tone remained calm, "We can deal with the old witch."

The baron was stunned and looked at Harry.

"Witchers are professionals in this matter." Harry said expressionlessly, "You pay, I accept the commission, no one else needs to intervene."

The baron responded: "Of course there is no problem."

"Shall we leave now?"

Harry nodded.

Xili thought of something and raised her head in horror, looking at him: "Is it going to be teleported again?"

Harry said confidently: "Of course, this is the fastest, isn't it?"

Ciri stood up, frowned, grabbed Harry's shoulders, closed her eyes, and gritted her teeth: "Come on."

Hermione grabbed Harry's hand.

The two of them looked at the Baron together.

"Do I have to catch you like this?" The baron walked over and asked, and received an affirmative nod from Harry.

Just halfway there.

He suddenly stopped: "Wait, I'll get my sword."

Shirley opened her eyes: "Phillip, I'm just ready."

The baron ran upstairs. After a while, he took a long sword, put on his armor, and like Ciri, grabbed Geralt's other shoulder tightly.

Harry waved his wand.

There was a snap——

Ciri helped Harry stand, and the Baron rolled out in a daze, falling to the ground, retching.

"No wonder Xili is like this." He propped himself on the ground and it took him a while to recover. "Literally drank two fucking marks of horse piss as beer."

Having already had an experience, Ciri's reaction was much better than that of the Baron. She looked at the surrounding environment: "This doesn't seem to be Humpback Swamp?"

Humpback Swamp is where the old witches live.

"Of course not, I haven't been there." Harry shook his head, "Apparating can only let me go to the places I have been."

"This is just the place closest to the old witches and where I have been."

The baron raised his head: "So we still have to hurry?"

"Harry, you should have told me a long time ago that I will prepare some horses."

Harry waved his wand, and the stones on the ground twisted and turned into four horses.

The baron stared blankly.

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome." Harry got on his horse and said, "Hurry up, we might still be able to get there before dark."

The Baron was the last to mount.

This horse created by magic seems to be no different from the horses he has ridden before. Even because it is a magic creation, it is more obedient and faster. It can travel long distances without any physical burden.

They reached the entrance before dark.

An intestinal trail.

In front of the swamp, there stood a rough wooden statue with all kinds of bright flowers on it, and under the wooden statue, there were sacrifices that had been decayed for a long time.

It's a shrine.

There is no magic fluctuation.

But for some reason, Hermione felt very uncomfortable here.

The sunset is dim.

The trees on both sides of the road are blooming with bright red colors.

"Those don't seem to be flowers?" Hermione looked at it and frowned.

Harry said nothing, raised his wand, and waved it lightly.

Safe guard.

A faint white light suddenly flashed and fell on them.

"The old witch is here already?" Hermione pulled out her wand and looked around, but there was nothing.

Harry shook his head: "Don't you feel it?"

Hermione twisted her body and looked at the statue in the shrine again. This time, the uncomfortable feeling of being absent completely disappeared. She frowned and said with some doubts: "I don't feel the magic."

"I have heard some rumors." The Baron said, "The Lady of the Forest lives in a swamp. They will ask for ears as sacrifices, and those sacrificed ears will become their monitoring swamp, and even the next level. Varun’s help.”

Hermione looked over again.

The bright red colors on those trees suddenly became clear one by one.

Not flowers, not leaves.

It's the ears.

String after string of ears, like cherries, fell on the branches.

"So that uncomfortable feeling just now was because the old witch was spying on us?" Hermione frowned.

Harry looked at Ciri: "They may not be that sharp. They just noticed strangers coming, but they don't know who we are yet."

"Of course, even if they know who we are, they won't run away."

Xili nodded: "I am the blood of the ancients."

"The old witches and the others want to capture me, eat my flesh, and drink my blood."

"They were eager for me to show up, and now that they notice me, they are even less likely to leave."

Hermione was a little surprised.

Can ancient blood still be used in this way?