Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

The Wild Hunts return.

Leave only a series of footprints in this world.

The three of them continued to sleep. Hermione was a little insomniac, having just experienced an attack - even though the attack did not cause any consequences, it was just like waking up all night.

But it was her first experience.

Harry and Ciri slept peacefully. They had experienced a lot and had developed big hearts.

Amid the steady breathing from left and right, Hermione felt sleepy for a while.

She slept until about three o'clock in the morning the next day, when she was awakened by the sound of a fight.

Fight?

I was sleeping a little hazy. After this word flashed in my mind, I immediately woke up, grabbed the wand, and quietly slipped to the window.

Outside the house, two people were fighting.

But let her breathe a sigh of relief.

The ones fighting were Harry and Ciri.

She pushed the door open and walked out. Harry cut off the sword in Ciri's hand, and the wooden sword fell on her neck without mercy.

"Your swordsmanship seems to be making little progress." Harry shook his head.

Ciri was not angry and threw half of the wooden sword in her hand to the ground: "It's because you have made too much progress, Harry."

"And I rarely use a sword."

She turned her head, greeted Hermione, and prepared breakfast while waiting for the Wild Hunt that would come at some unknown time.

And in another world.

The tall, thin man wearing a Ravenclaw diadem looked at the man in armor who came out of the portal.

"The pilot of Eredin?" Voldemort asked.

The navigator nodded: "Yes, Lord Eredin asked me to assist you, but only for one day."

"Also, I want to take back those information about Bai Shuang."

Voldemort nodded: "Of course, everything is fine."

"Now, I don't need to teleport away yet, you can save some magic power."

The navigator looked at him with contempt in his eyes, but said nothing. He gently waved his wand and closed the portal.

Voldemort led him into the crypt and asked for news.

Magic power surged quietly, exploring the situation.

Until deep into the crypt.

Voldemort took out his wand and suddenly spoke a spell to him.

"The soul is out of body!"

The navigator paused, his soul unbalanced, and fell into Voldemort's hands.

"First harvest," he whispered softly, flicking his wand.

The navigator continued walking into the crypt as if nothing had happened.

The Ein El elves have no magic to defend their souls.

and

Crouch and Voldemort were very cautious and selectively told Eredin all the magic knowledge, but for them, the most critical and fatal Unforgivable Curse was not revealed.

Ordinary wizards are very resistant to the Unforgivable Curse.

The few encounters the Wild Hunt had with wizards were with Harry, Dumbledore, and white wizards like Bagshot and Gorshak, who couldn't use black magic.

As for the two people who were arrested.

They are even less likely to take the initiative to speak of the Unforgivable Curse.

Smart people keep a trump card for themselves.

Voldemort considered himself a very smart man.

Walking deep into the crypt, he took out a mirror and waited for something.

In Hogwarts.

Snape had just finished a class that was extremely painful for him. The second-year wizard had already acquired some basic awareness, but the first-year wizard was ignorant and naive, and still had abnormal fantasies about black magic. Tolerate their stupidity and their naivety.

This was very laborious for him.

Just when he was about to close his eyes and take a rest, an owl flew in from outside, landed on his table, and dropped a heavy package.

pack?

For yourself?

Snape was startled and determined that it was not the time for magazines to be delivered, and he was also sure that he had not purchased any medicinal materials.

A prank prop?

Is there another wicked and bold prankster in Gryffindor?

very good

"Five points from Gryffindor." Even if it was just suspicion, it was enough for him to find a reason to deduct points.

He waved his wand.

After checking, there were no curses, no jinxes, not even common prank spells.

A little more wand.

The package opened automatically, revealing the contents inside. There was no plant juice like "Babao Tuber Ust", which is harmful to the human body. There was only a mirror inside.

Snape was familiar with this.

It's a two-way mirror.

Who would send me a double-sided mirror?

A thought struck him, and a possibility occurred to him, which made him pick up the mirror and infuse it with his own magic.

The mirror buzzed, and soon ripples appeared on the surface.

A figure appeared in the mirror.

"Karkaroff!" Snape said in a deep tone, "Have you always been by the master's side?"

"It's me, Severus." Karkaroff said nothing, but the voice came from above him.

He raised his hand slightly, revealing his forehead, and a luxurious crown broke in.

"Master!" Snape's tone didn't change much.

"My dear Severus, you look a lot more haggard." Voldemort's voice was pleasant and frivolous.

Snape said nothing, staring straight into the mirror.

"Can I still trust you, Severus?" Voldemort asked.

Snape said firmly without hesitation: "Of course, Master."

"But it has been a long time since Crouch was caught." Voldemort said softly, "Dumbledore is still alive and well. It seems that he can live for at least another hundred years."

Snape replied calmly: "I can't find a chance."

"Potter and Dumbledore don't trust you anymore?" Voldemort asked.

Snape said, "Perhaps."

"Now there is one thing. I need your help, Severus." Karkaroff's eyes met his. Even though they were separated by a mirror and even in another body, this gaze was still there. His eyes were as sharp as Voldemort's when he was alive.

Snape said sincerely and sincerely: "Master orders."

"I got help from another world, the Elven King of Ain El." Voldemort raised his wand and played with it in his hand. "Now I need to be resurrected. Karkaroff is not loyal enough. I cannot completely trust him, Severus." , come and help me.”

"Now that Potter is out of this world, this is my best chance."

"Just this afternoon, Riddle House, Little Hangleton, you know where."

Snape nodded.

Voldemort continued: "There are also these materials."

The call lasted for more than ten minutes, and the double-sided mirror went out.

Snape put down the mirror and walked out without hesitation. Even though he still had classes, he didn't care about it at all now. He opened the door to Dumbledore's office in a hurry.

"Fawkes, just eat once." Dumbledore and Phoenix begged.

Fox, on the other hand, landed on the top of the chandelier, holding two bottles of Cockroach Pile in his paws, which had not been opened yet.

The sound of pushing the door disturbed every bird and person in the room, as well as the portraits eating melons and watching the show.

"What's the matter, Severus?" Dumbledore asked.

Snape's face was serious: "Albus, Voldemort has returned to this world, and he is preparing to be resurrected."