Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Gale stood in front of the window, holding a telescope and looking at this place.

Dumbledore's curse had a huge range, was cast suddenly, and only targeted the "Polyjuice Potion" rather than Voldemort himself.

"Eredin's" face was washed down.

Revealing the young, handsome face of Tom Riddle.

"Is this your confidence?" After the effect of the polyjuice potion was wiped away, Voldemort did not panic at all and raised his hand to touch his cheek, "A few people came alone to try to fight against the entire world's confidence. Is that all? "

"Do you think washing away the effects of Polyjuice Potion will make the Wild Hunt betray me?"

He paused and smiled softly: "My dear Albus and dear Harry, you are so wise in choosing to stay away from power."

"The source of power is never a specific individual."

He raised his arms and his voice became louder: "Answer me, am I your king?"

The Wild Hunt knights who gradually gathered around hesitated.

Voldemort snorted.

The Dark Mark branded on their left arms suddenly became hot, and the punishment came. Although it was small, it was painful and painful.

The Wild Hunters no longer hesitated and immediately cheered: "King! King! King!"

Snape, who was far away in the Palace of Awakening, was no exception. He crossed his left arm and gritted his teeth.

Large-scale punishment does not discriminate.

Gale put down the telescope, and he only heard Voldemort's last words, but it could be seen from his posture and expression, and from the reactions of the group of red knights, what happened? Is it Eredin or someone else.

These visitors from another world did not lie.

He turned to look at Snape, who was holding back his expression, and the two of them looked at each other.

"Move your head away." Snape gritted his teeth.

He held the wand and stared at the battlefield in the distance. Several times he could hardly bear it and wanted to cast a spell and cut off his left arm.

Voldemort opened his arms and stood in the sky like a god, laughing proudly: "Did you see it?"

"I am the king, the king of the world."

As he spoke, he paused and emphasized: "No matter which world."

Harry stared at Voldemort and said with a smile: "But don't you still keep this face of yours?"

"Isn't this face perfect?" Voldemort asked, "As a face that the strongest man should have."

Yennefer nodded in agreement.

Regardless of who Voldemort is, this face alone is indeed handsome, even if there is no shortage of handsome men around her - whether it is Geralt or Harry, but Tom Riddle's face is the most handsome one. The same amount of existence.

Harry's face was expressionless: "So you plan to use this face to continue to go to other worlds and seduce those older ladies?"

He looked at Ye Naifa and continued: "I have to say, if it were Ye Naifa, she would be very satisfied with your way of seducing people."

Yennefer narrowed her eyes.

Not because of the latter sentence, but the previous one.

Older?

"Potter!" Voldemort gritted his teeth, but his anger did not make him lose his grace. He stretched out his hand gracefully, "You always speak so ugly, as if there is a big Gryffindor in your mouth."

"Aha, if I speak of Slytherin in my mouth, I'm afraid my tongue will betray me." Harry refused to budge.

A wand flew out of the room and landed in Voldemort's hand.

It was somewhat long, thirteen inches, made of yew and phoenix feathers. It was certainly not his original wand - that one had been destroyed during the battle at Malfoy Manor.

This is a new wand he found in Ollivander's inventory.

"Potter, I admit that you do have some abilities." Voldemort said softly, "I have been defeated by you many times."

"Perhaps this gives you some courage and confidence that shouldn't exist."

"You really regard yourself as the savior and the natural enemy of Voldemort, the great and supreme king of the world who is about to rule all worlds."

He paused slightly and his tone became more serious: "But it's all luck."

"When I was a baby, your mother used her own life and your father's life to cast an ancient spell to rebound my magic. That time, I died in my own hands."

"That time in the first grade, I was so weak that I couldn't even exist alone."

"That time in second grade, I was just a Horcrux that hadn't fully recovered yet."

"That time in the fourth grade is no different from the time in the first grade. Killing a defenseless and unable to resist baby is not something you can do."

"last year."

"One of my Horcruxes was truly resurrected."

"But before you could fully absorb the memory, you cut off an arm."

Voldemort raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "I have to praise you a little. At the same age, I am indeed no match for you, but that time, you only defeated me who had just graduated."

"But that's different now, Potter."

"Now I have the richest experience, the most powerful magic, the most complete body, and even the power to sweep through several worlds."

"Do you think you will still be my opponent?"

Harry whispered: "You are afraid of me."

Voldemort was startled: "You always say such nonsense."

"If you weren't afraid of me, you wouldn't try to say these things to convince yourself." Harry said aggressively, with sharp eyes, "You are afraid of me, so you have to list one after another of "I'm just lucky" to explain Take courage yourself.”

"That's the kind of person you are."

"You were afraid of the real, weak Tom Riddle, so you gave yourself the scary-sounding name 'Voldemort.'"

"You're afraid of your past, so you hide your past."

"But these are of no use. They are just deceiving themselves and others."

"Tom, torture your heart, have you convinced yourself?"

Voldemort's face couldn't help but twist, and he gritted his teeth: "Potter, don't be so self-righteous."

"The facts will tell."

"Am I stating reality or what?"

He took a deep breath, calmed down his disturbed mind, and smiled gracefully: "So, Potter, are you coming alone?"

"It's still you and Dumbledore."

Dumbledore took a step forward.

"Albus, you and Geralt and the others go deal with the Wild Hunt Knights first." Harry turned his head and raised his wand.

Dumbledore looked at him and said in a majestic voice, "Harry."

"I'm not trying to vent my anger." Harry said softly, "Believe me, this is a witcher's judgment."

Geralt poked his head and said, "Be careful, he is very strong." He warned, but he had no intention of dissuading Harry.

"Yes, he is strong." Harry responded with a smile.

Dumbledore held the wand and handed it to Harry: "If there are any changes, I will be involved as soon as possible."

In the sky, Voldemort's breath was stagnant.

That is the Elder Wand, one of the Three Sacred Artifacts.