Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

McGonagall and Professor Sprout, after repairing the curse that caused the castle to be destroyed by Voldemort, immediately rushed to the Quidditch pitch.

They were worried about Neville.

Flitwick wanted to follow, but he was too short and had short legs. Even if he tried his best, he could not keep up with the footsteps of a cat and a person. As soon as he ran down the steps of the castle, the two professors had already pulled him five or six steps away. He simply returned to the castle and went to check other things with Dumbledore. situation of the students.

They arrived just as Neville screamed "Heart-breaking".

The strong wind that had not dissipated, carrying the frost, blew the spell and fell into their ears.

This startled them, and they quickened their pace.

Until he walked into the dilapidated Quidditch pitch.

Neville didn't really cast a spell. He used the most primitive and bloody way to release the suppressed things in his heart.

fist.

Waving his claws like a beast.

On the contrary, this left them at a loss as to what to do.

Compared with what Neville and the Longbottom family have gone through, Neville's way of revenge and venting can even be called gentle.

"Neville is a good boy." McGonagall turned her eyes away and looked at the mess.

It is hard to imagine what kind of scale of battle broke out here in just over ten minutes before it turned into this situation.

Sprout nodded in agreement, his voice low: "I'm very happy that the knowledge I taught him in the greenhouse can really help."

They watched quietly.

Wen Wen looked at Neville's almost crazy venting.

until--

There was a click, and after taking an unknown number of punches from Neville, Crouch's body broke and his lower body hit the ground.

He dies.

There was an expression of indescribable resentment, pain, and regret on his face.

Neville had no idea.

He continued to exert force and repetition, and relying only on his body's instinct, he waved his fist and continued to strike into the air.

Will supported him and Crouch duel.

Supporting him through the strong wind.

Supporting him, he stood with this body that had lost blood and had wounds that were opening and closing, but there was almost no bleeding.

But this is already the limit.

It is difficult for him to make any effective judgments about the outside world.

The two professors soon discovered this.

"Neville, Crouch is dead, he is dead." McGonagall waved her wand, and a few pieces of gravel turned into soft sponge ribbons, wrapping Neville's hand gently and carefully.

His body was still swaying, his shoulder blades were tilting, and he was still swinging his fist.

Sprout walked over and frowned slightly: "A lot of epilepsy."

"Luckily, he took the antidote in advance, but it doesn't have much effect compared to the amount he inhaled."

She paused, examining it carefully.

"My body is also a little bad. They are all magic wounds. Fortunately, they are not fatal."

With a wave of the wand, a white piece of fresh food flew out from his pocket. It was fluttering and busy, carefully smearing every wound on Neville's body.

He took out another snuff bottle.

After opening it, he placed it under Neville's nose and turned it around twice.

This is a very rare powder in potions, and it is used as a medicine by smell.

Rare but effective.

Neville's body stopped moving and became quiet.

"Pomona, take Neville to find Poppy." McGonagall conjured up a soft stretcher.

Sprout glanced at the half of the body hanging on the branch and the paralyzed body on the ground, except for the other half whose legs were turned into flesh. He nodded, waved his wand, and used the levitating spell to carefully lift Neville and lead him towards castle.

McGonagall first cleaned the stadium, looking for things left by Neville.

His wand, the steel sword, and the seeds that had not yet sprouted and been used.

Finally, there's Crouch's body.

Her eyes were disgusted.

Dirty stuff.

This thing is the most useless thing on the entire Quidditch field and should not be there. If possible, she would be willing to burn it to ashes with a fire. This kind of thing should not be kept, but she waved her wand lightly and turned it into ashes. He took out a wooden box and collected the body.

But in the end, McGonagall saved it.

This is Neville's trophy, what to do with it is his business.

A tall and thin adult man was stuffed into a box, and his final size was not even comparable to Mag's Animagus form.

Do it all.

Mag raised his head and looked at the mess in a complicated manner.

The Quidditch pitch is finished and needs to be renovated. There is also a castle. Although the damaged spell has been repaired, the walls still need to be repaired. They are all materials with magical properties.

Really bad.

The finances, which had been relatively healthy, were now stretched thin.

In Hogwarts.

The atmosphere was relatively peaceful - even though the castle blew up.

But the area that exploded was the abandoned classroom on the fourth floor. The classroom where classes were held was far away from it, and no students were injured.

Moreover, after going through hardships in the past few years, this group of prefects are very mature.

After the professor left, the Slytherin and Ravenclaw prefects immediately organized the students to evacuate in an orderly manner and returned to the common room.

The Hufflepuff and Gryffindor prefects were in the greenhouse outside the castle.

The speed is slower.

However, the little badgers have always been very well-behaved. Even if they are scared, they always gather in a group and stay quietly in the classroom.

The little lions are very courageous. Not only are they not afraid, they are even very curious about what is happening outside the castle.

In the school doctor's office.

Sprout sent Neville over, and after confirming with Madam Pomfrey that there was no big problem with him, he hurried to the common room. She had to confirm the situation of the students in her college.

Except Slytherin.

They were not cared for by the dean.

The little snakes have no objection. They are noble and mature Slytherins, and they will not be like the little wizards in other colleges who feel aggrieved and have to be coaxed by their dean to feel better.

McGonagall glanced at Neville, checked the situation of the little lions, and then headed to the principal's office without stopping.

In addition to being Head of Gryffindor, she is the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts.

Say the password and open the door.

The house was empty.

McGonagall was stunned and turned to look at the portrait on the wall: "Where is Principal Dumbledore?"

Godric answered him: "He is out."

Mag frowned.

Why is he still going out at this critical moment to track down a mysterious person?

"The goblins rebelled, at least a hundred of them." Godric explained. "There was a riot in Gringotts, and Dumbledore went to help the Ministry of Magic."

Mag opened his mouth in surprise, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The goblins rebel again?

This time it was still such a huge amount.

She sighed and walked to her office. She could understand Dumbledore very well. Without his intervention, it would be really difficult for the Ministry of Magic to solve this matter.

It's better for you to make a quotation of how much money Hogwarts will need next.

I really hope those directors don't hesitate to pony up their money.

otherwise

He had no choice but to let Harry go.

Just when Hogwarts and the wizarding world were turned upside down.

In another world.

Illerith listened to the reports of the two scouts.

They spoke in great detail, and it was the same as the information reported by Zhi Po. There were three people, two women and one man, a demon hunter and a warlock.

He just accidentally stepped into the witcher's trap and had to leave as soon as possible.

No further information was found.

His eyes flashed.

This is similar to what Lord Eredin told him.

The witcher was a cautious and difficult opponent, but not very powerful.

Illerith stood up and looked around him. Including the two scouts, there were a total of two navigators, and the fourteen knights including himself, a total of seventeen people.

Although he was able to deal with the three old witches and even killed two of them, he had to admit that they did have some abilities.

but.

Seventeen against three.

I don’t know how to lose.

Illerith stood up, holding a map of Mudback Swamp in his hand and looking at it carefully.

"Prepare for a night attack." He thought for a while and then gave the order.

Although he didn't really want to and didn't think that just three people needed to be treated with such caution, he had to be concerned about Lord Eredin's orders.

Late night falls.

In the Mudback Swamp.

Harry and the others had dinner.

"This elbow is great." Xili touched her belly with satisfaction, "And these meatballs."

Hermione waved her wand and made some black tea.

"It's great that you like it," she said softly. "Harry rarely comments on food, and at school, I rarely had the opportunity to use food spells. I was always very fond of food. Worrying about not doing well.”

Ciri took a moment to hold up the pudding and ate the last few bites: "Hermione, you don't have to worry at all."

"Is there any more pudding? I want to come again."

Harry said abruptly: "Ciri, I don't recommend you eat too much."

Hermione turned her head, her eyes questioning.

There are still a lot of ingredients in his pocket, and Ciri can travel around the world at any time. Even if he doesn't have it, he can just buy it when he goes back. Harry has never been a stingy person, so how could he say such a thing suddenly.

Xili held the plate with some reluctance.

"Last night, scouts from the Wild Hunt came over." Harry explained simply, "We sent them the wrong message."

"Nothing happened during the day today."

"Maybe tonight, they will launch a raid."

"Eating too much is not conducive to performance."

Shirley struggled internally, sighed, and put the plate down: "Okay, but there will be another chance in the future."

The food was tempting, but in the end she just drank two more cups of black tea and didn't take another bite of the dessert.

After eating, wash up and go to bed.

In the house, even the fireplace was out, and it was pitch black.

Wait until the moon climbs into the center of the night sky.

Two portals opened.

Two pairs of Wild Hunt knights came out, followed by a fast and violent wind and snow, ice condensed on the swamp, and the temperature dropped sharply.

Illerith rode on, the last to emerge from the portal.

inside the house.

Harry, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly woke up. He was keenly aware of the temperature changes - the purpose of extinguishing the fireplace was to allow him to better detect the temperature changes.

He pushed Hermione and Ciri awake.

Then he grabbed their wrists and apparated away.

More than a minute later.

Clang——

A huge ice ball smashed into the wall of the house.