Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

The white frost hit the castle fiercely.

Professor Flitwick, who had just come out of the room, met him and raised his wand.

His first reaction was the same as Dumbledore's.

Since there is frost and snow, use fire to fight against it.

The flames are blazing!

Huge flames shot out from his wand, a giant flame python, hitting the white frost.

in a blink.

The flame was swallowed up by the hoarfrost, and its size even grew larger.

Yennefer followed.

She held the crystal raven head in her hand, a spell-casting item. Most wizards need a wand to cast spells. Most warlocks also need to carry a spell-casting item with them.

A milky white translucent barrier extends from her hands.

The white frost hit and hit the barrier.

Yennefer's body swayed and she felt a little labored.

"The Fire Curse has no effect on it." Flitwick frowned, feeling that his lifelong understanding had been ruthlessly broken, "It was even absorbed by it."

Yennefer gritted her teeth: "White frost is not real frost and snow."

"It absorbs energy!"

Geralt opened his own small bag of traceless stretching spells and took out a weapon.

It is a well-maintained sniper rifle - Barrett M82.

As a demon hunter, he is not only excellent at close range, but also has certain long-range capabilities.

Usually, demon hunters rely on crossbows and alchemy bombs to make up for their shortcomings in this area.

Harry had never used a crossbow.

It's because he now has the ability to cast spells. Relatively speaking, his long-range enemy control methods are no worse than his close-range abilities.

Geralt and Harry are different.

He is neither a sorcerer nor a magician.

At the beginning, he planned to get a crossbow as before.

When he made this request to Sirius, Sirius looked at him with a strange look for a long time, then dragged him to his room, turned on the game console, and taught him about firearms.

Geralt is a studious person.

From Sirius's introduction, he learned what a pistol was, what a rifle was, and what a semi-automatic was.

Sirius was willing to spend money.

The day after Geralt expressed his preference, he immediately purchased a batch of hot weapons. Geralt had everything he learned about, and even had two RPGs.

Geralt skillfully knelt down to grab the gun, raised the muzzle of the gun, and loaded the bullet.

The witcher gives him excellent dynamic vision and a wider field of vision.

The coach who had trained him and Sirius all said that Geralt was a natural expert in firearms, and that his shots were clean and decisive. The coach even made it clear whether Geralt wanted to be a mercenary or not. He could break through at all. With such a huge reputation as "White Wolf".

Take aim.

Pull the trigger.

There was a huge sonic boom, bullets flew out, and a raging tongue of fire came out of the gun.

Penetrating the misty and dim white mist.

Heading towards Voldemort.

It was extremely accurate, smashing Voldemort's head and blowing it up all over the sky.

Its body is still floating in the air, unmoved.

"Is he dead?" Professor McGonagall raised her head, looking with some surprise and disbelief at the thing that fell from her head.

Not flesh and blood or bones.

It's scattered pieces of snow.

Like answering Mag's words.

Whoosh——

The scattered snow rolled back, gathered again, and condensed into a head, hanging on the body intact.

Voldemort waved his hand.

The hoarfrost in front of the castle hit hard again, shattering the barrier formed by Yennefer and hitting the castle wall, creating a gap.

Dumbledore raised his hand and grabbed Fawkes' feet.

A roll of flame.

Appearing under the castle, he swiped the wand and cast the disappearing spell, and Bai Shuang disappeared.

But just this gap is enough.

The hoarfrost spread in, shattering the magic that tightly sealed Crouch's classroom.

The man in the room woke up almost immediately.

He looked out along the gap. His eyesight was not that good, and he could not see anything in the white mist.

"Father." But he whispered, tears rolling down from his eye sockets.

Neville came running out of breath.

The walls and door frames were blown away, and the man was exposed to his sight without any cover.

"Crouch!" Even though he was so thin and inhuman, even though he was now dirty, even if he just glanced at him, Neville immediately recognized him and immediately determined his identity.

Crouch turned his head and looked over: "Longbottom."

Neville stepped closer to him.

"My father is here to save me." Crouch didn't panic at all. He climbed up on the ground, "Goodbye, Longbottom."

Outside the castle.

Voldemort waved his wand: "Here comes Crouch."

In the castle.

Crouch's body was uncontrollably dragged towards the outside of the castle.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Neville pounced on him, grabbed his legs, and flew away with him.

On the black lake.

Crouch and Neville land.

"Father, my most respected father." Crouch looked pious and spoke excitedly, "You have returned again."

"This time I have become stronger." Voldemort nodded, looking at Crouch with gentle eyes, then raised his chin and looked at Neville, "There is also a small gift."

"Then before leaving, give Potter a big gift."

He raised his hand and pointed at Neville.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The green light was covered with white light, as hot as fireworks, shooting towards Neville.

He stood up and rolled, with a wave of his wand.

The ice surface stretches and bulges in the distance.

The seeds in his hands instantly grew and entangled the ice, dragging him forward.

A precise combination of transfiguration spells, charms, and herbalism.

He barely escaped this fatal curse.

The green light exploded, crushing the flocks of birds summoned by Mag and the biting cabbage summoned by Sprout into powder.

Voldemort's face darkened.

A sixth grade little wizard!

He was actually able to escape his own death curse, even if it was just a death curse that was not coordinated with other spells.

Dumbledore arrived with Yennefer and Flitwick.

Bang - another loud sound.

Geralt provides remote support.

The bullet flew and hit the armor curse that Voldemort had released at some point, causing only a faint ripple in the void.

Neville stood up and shouted towards Fox: "Fox, help me."

Fox was startled and turned his head.

Dumbledore nodded.

It flapped its wings and flew over.

At the same time, Neville waved his wand, and another seed fell, took root on the ice, and rolled up Crouch.

Voldemort took off a finger and threw it away.

Crouch reached out and caught it.

Just then, Neville grabbed Crouch's hand and Fawkes landed on his shoulder.

"Quidditch pitch!" Neville roared.

A roll of flame.

Fox disappeared with Neville and Crouch.

On the other side of the castle, on the empty Quidditch pitch, two people landed.

"Crouch, it's just you and me now." Neville took a deep breath, clenched his wand, and took out his sword from his pocket.

Crouch held Voldemort's index finger in his hand.

He could feel that the magical power contained in this finger was exactly the same as the wand, and he smiled ferociously: "Yes, it's just us."