Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Wooden walls can ward off wild beasts and robbers.

But he is helpless against the powerful magic.

The ice ball tore through the wood easily, forced its way in, and then exploded with a bang - the power of frost contained inside burst out, and the entire room was covered with a thick layer of frost from the inside out.

The sneak attack was successful.

But Illerith looked at the quiet house, and there was something indescribable in his heart.

Quiet, too quiet.

Even if his little plan succeeds, it shouldn't be like this.

The magic he asked the navigator to release had more control effects than damage effects. Even if they were not on guard, the magic would not kill them.

But why no reaction at all?

Illerith waved.

A group of Wild Hunt knights rode up to the house and looked inside.

"Lord Illerith, there is no one," one of the Wild Hunt called.

no one?

Illerys was stunned.

He turned to look at the two scouts.

The two Ain El elves looked confused, and this situation was beyond their expectation.

Mingming came here last night to inquire about the news. They lived here.

Whooshing sound——

Suddenly there was an overwhelming sound from the woods.

Countless arrows shot out like meteors.

ambush?

Illerith quickly turned his mind and waved his handle without saying a word. The navigator beside him raised his staff. The gem on the tip of the staff emitted a faint luster, and a huge, transparent magic shield opened to intercept the arrows.

The other Wild Hunt knights tightened their reins, held their swords, and prepared for battle.

They have all experienced hundreds of battles and have the most basic ability to distinguish the battlefield.

Such a huge arrow.

In the forest opposite, there was at least one army with more than a hundred archers.

Illerith raised his hand.

"Charge!" He pointed forward.

It was difficult for the Wild Hunt knights to understand this order - after all, judging from the number of arrows, the number of people on the opposite side was far greater than their own. But they did not hesitate at all, showed extremely high combat literacy, and charged forward on horseback.

Illerith led the charge.

He is brave and good at fighting. No matter what kind of war, he is always the one at the forefront.

Arrogance and pride are labels that cannot be removed from him.

But that doesn't mean he has no brains.

On the contrary, he is smart.

A person without a brain may become an excellent general or an excellent knight, but he will never become an excellent commander like Illerith.

Eredin told him that the sorceress beside the witcher mastered a strange kind of magic.

These arrows should have magical effects.

He didn't believe that such a large team could be hidden in that small forest.

It is even more unbelievable that such a large team, after confirming that they only have seventeen people, would be so extravagant and shoot so many arrows - even the Ain El elves would not be so extravagant and wasteful in war.

Horses' hooves trample the mire, hammers smash the bushes.

What was hidden in the dark night was not the expected huge number of troops, but a huge, steel-colored fist.

Illerith was stunned and in disbelief.

How did it appear?

The fist was huge, taller than a giant, and fierce, waving in the air and hitting them hard.

The woods can't hide something that big.

They didn't see it either.

However, now is not the time to study such things.

When the fist falls, they all have to turn into meatloaf cans.

With a sneer——

On horseback, Illerith disappeared. In the next second, he appeared with his fist, swung the hammer in his hand, and smashed it down hard.

With a bang, the steel fist shattered into pieces, and the fragments flew out.

Now that it's not that big, its threat isn't that big.

The navigator erected a barrier and bounced off the debris.

"Blood of the Ancients." Illerith landed deftly, and his shield knocked away a piece of debris that hit him. "And that demon hunter, I know you are here, come out."

Fainted!

What responded to him was a red light.

Illerith reacted very quickly, blocking with a shield, and the curse rebounded with a clang.

There was a flash of white light.

Using teleportation, he appeared at the place where the red light hit, and hit him hard with a hammer that was a little bigger than a human head.

With a sonorous sound, Harry blocked with his sword, and the disillusionment spell was lifted, revealing his body.

Illerith was very strong.

Even in terms of pure strength, Harry couldn't match him. The hammer was too hard to press, so he twisted around and the sword slipped away to remove the strength.

"Witcher." Illerith smiled ferociously, "You really scared me."

"Where's the ancient blood?"

Behind him, a sharp sword wind suddenly stabbed toward his neck.

Illerith turned around, raised his shield, and blocked it: "So it's here."

Ciri's assassination attempt failed and was almost knocked away by a shield.

On the Wild Hunt side, the two navigators raised their staffs and cast magic, which was also of the frost type, but the power seemed far less powerful than Caranthir's.

The knights also began to charge again.

"Hermione." Harry said a name.

Not far from him, the disillusionment curse was lifted and the witch recited a spell.

A piece of gravel turned into a vine and was lifted up by the floating spell.

A simple combination of spells with the greatest possible effect.

The Wild Hunters failed to notice, and even if they did, the horses on them were unable to react and tripped over the vines, falling to pieces.

"Ciri." Harry read out another name, "You go deal with those knights, leave this person to me."

He looked at Illerith.

Unlike most Ain El elves, he has a taller and stronger body. The hammer seems to weigh more than a hundred pounds, but it can be easily danced in his hands.

Skills are important.

But for a fighter, physical fitness is the most important thing.

A hammer weighing more than a hundred pounds and a sword weighing four or five pounds are not comparable.

"Are you going to deal with me alone?" Ilerith looked at Harry and said in a playful tone, "Witcher, this is a very interesting joke for you."

"I've fought against you guys before."

"But, even with some magic potions, I can transform myself into something nondescript."

"The outcome was determined early on."

He picked up the hammer and hit Harry hard.

Harry didn't dare to fight hard, and Hermione and Ciri were very close, so he retreated deeper into the quagmire to distance himself from the battlefield here.

The hammer hit the ground, and there was a slight vibration under my feet.

"Didn't you say you wanted to deal with me?" Illerith chased Harry without any worries, "Witcher, why are you running away?"

Harry didn't answer.

Mentally calculating that the distance was about the same, he waved the wand lightly.

So deep in the mud!

The already soft ground under Illerith's feet became sticky. His own weight, the weight of armor and weapons, caused him to sink in immediately. In just a blink of an eye, most of his body was pierced deep. Mud and fetid water came up to his chest.