Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Voldemort's eyes were full of desire.

That's what I want most recently.

"It will give you some help, although it may not be as useful as you think." Dumbledore said softly.

Harry shook his head and refused decisively: "No, you can keep it for yourself."

"It doesn't accept me."

The Elder Wand was not suitable for him, and even when the wand was in Harry's hand, it was eager to provoke him.

a formidable opponent

Dumbledore took it back, looked up at Voldemort, and warned: "Be careful."

Voldemort looked at Harry: "That's the Elder Wand, why don't you use it?"

"That might give you a slight chance of winning."

"I could kill you, why would I use it?" Harry asked frankly.

Voldemort stopped talking, just raised his hand and waved his wand.

The white frost surged and danced, turning into a huge python and crushing him hard.

The body does not move, still floating in the air.

When fighting others, Voldemort would almost never choose to use this spell. If he was too far away, he would not be able to appreciate the pleasant look of pain and helplessness on their faces when they met him.

But not with Porter.

He must ensure that he is within a safe range.

A wizard whose melee skills are almost unrivaled

Voldemort looked at him with a ferocious smile on his lips.

Harry waved his wand.

The surrounding stone pillars twisted and turned into pythons that were slightly larger than Bai Shuang, twisting and turning.

But these huge deformed creations are not used as aids in battle as in the past, but as auxiliaries to allow them to get closer to Voldemort's passage.

He is in heaven.

Stepping on the giant snake, Harry jumped. Even with the physical fitness of a demon hunter, it was not easy to move freely on an unfixed platform.

What's more, Voldemort would not let him get close to him safely.

The white fire burned blazingly.

The temperature dropped sharply.

The thunderstorm was mixed with large flakes of snow and hail.

Wind, rain, thunder and lightning are the result of Harry's weather spell.

Everything else is brought about by hoarfrost.

The rain fell to the ground and condensed into ice, which was even more unfriendly to Harry. He had to put more thought into making the skin of the transformed creations rougher and more suitable for him to step on.

The soldiers who were ordered by Gale not to participate in the past, as well as Gale himself, were watching the battle from a distance.

The giant snake danced in the air with great momentum.

The battle between two people is like a battle.

Snow, mist, and flames gradually enveloped their battle.

But these magnificent things hardly have any good effect in battle.

Bai Shuang chases the stone python.

The only effect it had was to make Harry's climb more difficult, without causing any harm. In fact, it even had little hindrance effect - Harry was an excellent ball seeker. Every house Quidditch team is trying to figure out how to stop him.

The attack of the Frost Serpent is not much higher than that of the Bludger.

What caused the biggest obstacles were the small spells cast inadvertently.

Voldemort flicked his wand.

A hailstone that fell on the stone python suddenly exploded and turned into a puddle of oil.

Harry summoned fire and burned it.

Iron chains were generated out of thin air, and the snowflakes and hailstones that were not controlled by the weather spell became Voldemort's best help. He could control these natural celestial phenomena unscrupulously.

The stone python used its hand, and with a flick of the hand, the chain broke and fell to the ground.

Of course it was impossible for Harry to take a beating and not fight back.

His proficiency in the Transfiguration Curse was no worse than Voldemort's.

Thousands of arrows fired!

There were a huge number, but each one was extremely precise, and the arrows were sharply shot towards Voldemort.

He didn't dodge or dodge, and he didn't even bother to interfere, but continued to cast spells on Harry.

Arrows penetrated his body and was riddled with holes.

But there was no blood flowing out. What lingered in his body was hoarfrost, which healed in the blink of an eye, and even his clothes were restored.

"Potter, did you see it?" Voldemort whispered.

"You have no chance of winning against me."

"When it comes to magic, you are suppressed by me."

"I am indeed no match for you up close, but how can a mortal iron weapon harm a true god?"

Harry tilted his head: "I will confirm a fact now."

Voldemort said lightly: "Oh?"

"You are indeed a pervert." Harry said firmly, "You don't wear any clothes."

The robe on his body is also made of white frost.

"Potter, you are still provoking me at this time!" Voldemort recited the curse faster.

It's not a smart idea to use powerful spells when they don't make a huge difference.

Just like this time.

If the Death Curse cannot hit Harry, the weak explosion effect caused by the Death Curse will not even be as good as the Explosion Curse.

The two of them were like little wizards in third or fourth grade.

Using those weak spells, they changed the terrain in the air, testing and influencing each other.

Smoke spell, transformation spell, lighting spell

These spells bloomed in their hands and were used in battles in various unimaginable ways.

Only occasionally, when Voldemort felt certain, such as when Harry was attacked by two giant frost pythons, and he could only evade upward or downward, he would say "Avada Kedavra".

This is his usual dueling technique.

Use magic spells to force your enemies and put them in a situation where they have to bear the death curse head-on.

There are many people who use death curses.

But for many years, he was the only one who could use the Death Curse as a signature.

But it doesn't work on Harry.

He always escapes in various unexpected ways.

Transform into an animagus, dodge through weak gaps, or simply jump off, abandon the previously established path, and choose to start over.

Cautious yet bold.

Voldemort felt heavy in his heart, knowing that he had the advantage, forcing Harry to give up time and time again.

But the distance between them is getting closer and closer.

Harry fought for this

Voldemort looked up.

The huge stone statue fell out of thin air.

He moved his body and dodged by flying.

Suddenly something clicked in my heart. No, it wasn't Harry who was chasing him, it was him who had closed the distance between him and Harry.

Those transformation spells couldn't cause harm to themselves, but they did shorten the distance between the two of them time and time again, even by one centimeter or two centimeters.

We can't let him succeed.

Voldemort raised his hand, and Bai Shuang pushed him to fly upward.

But... it's too late.

Harry had already pulled something out of his hat and was throwing it at him.

With a bang, it exploded in the air.

The frost spreads.

With a wave of the magic wand, hailstones and snowflakes built a straight bridge connected to the layer of frost exploded by the bomb.