Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

The sword of Gryffindor is extremely sharp.

Ogre oil also plays a role.

Even if it is weak due to age, it is still enough to cut off the tough skin of the giant monster, goug out a whole piece of flesh, and throw it on the ground in a bloody mess.

Let the stupid thing roar, raise the wooden stick high, and slam it down on Harry.

Hurrah!

Harry rolled through the troll's crotch, and the stick hit the ground where he had just been, sending up a cloud of smoke and gravel, cracking the floor.

"Alder!"

Harry raised his hand, since the "Axie" doesn't work well, get another one.

But this magic seal with the power to knock two hundred catties of Uncle Feinon into the air only made the troll stumble, the wound on his leg was further torn, and the blood was bubbling.

Alder, who has always been invincible, also fell short.

Harry gritted his teeth. At this moment, he finally understood why even though he had outstanding physical fitness, he passed the grass test early and survived the mutation.

But the other witchers still insisted that they would not let Harry go out to travel until he was twenty years old.

Really are…

The more stature, the more meat, the more advantage.

"Maybe, you should run away now. Its calf is injured, so it may not be able to catch up to you." The Sorting Hat suggested, "Escaping is not a failure, you have already held it back."

Harry snapped, "Shut up! Hermione's still in the bathroom."

"As long as she is alive, Madam Pomfrey can be saved." The Sorting Hat continued to "sincerely" suggest, "The troll's attack has no magical effect."

Harry ignored it, took off his hat and tossed it aside - he had failed to make the witcher potion successfully, and the other potions he had learned now would not support him in this battle.

The hat is useless.

"Oh, you brat!" the Sorting Hat yelled, "Where did you leave me? This is the bathroom door."

Harry sneered: "I can't wait to throw you into the toilet and let you calm down—if I don't have time now."

As he spoke, he raised his hand.

"Igni!"

The flames gushed out from his palm, wrapping around the giant monster like gilt—this is the magic seal that directly releases the flames. When the level of refinement reaches a certain level, the firepower becomes stronger and can burn through the armor of the enemy.

The giant roared, and the skin entangled in the flames became visibly fragile to the naked eye.

it works.

And it works.

Too late to think about the reason.

Harry stepped forward, slashed in an arc, to the place where the seal was burned, and gouged out another piece of flesh.

He sees hope.

It can grind this thing to death, or drag it to the professor.

The giant monster felt the pain and stomped heavily.

Harry rolled again and slapped his hand on the ground.

"Arden!"

A lavender rune emerged on the ground. This seal can form a small-scale magic trap. Enemies who step on it will be slowed down and become dull.

The trolls were barely affected.

Arden is useless.

Harry spat and waved his hand, and the pale golden magic shield surrounded him—this was the Quin Seal, forming a magic barrier to protect him.

crunch——

The door of the bathroom suddenly moved, and a small otter poked its head out. The world outside was so wonderful that she couldn't help but want to check it out.

at this time--

Harry rolled his eyes and cursed secretly.

The giant raised its ears and thought with its unintelligent little head, whether the human in front of him is slippery or not, and he can't hit it at all, so it's better to bully the new human.

It turned its head, looked at Hermione, and opened its mouth to growl.

"Come in!" Harry growled.

Hermione stared blankly at the ferocious giant monster coming towards her, she wanted to cry, but her tears were gone: "I...I can't move."

She was hungry for a long time and cried for a long time. In addition to crying out her emotions and tears, she also cried out with all her strength.

The troll raised the stick high and was about to smash it down——

Harry raised his hand.

"Alder!"

The seal did not go for the troll, but Hermione was the main target. The majestic magic power was hard to beat the troll, but it was enough to knock Hermione into the air.

Together with the door, they flew upside down and smashed heavily on the wall of the bathroom.

The giant stick fell.

Sawdust and gravel flew around, and Hermione was lying in it, eating all kinds of meat and six vegetables. It was not something she could easily bear, but it was better than being hit on the head with a stick by a troll.

"Harry, you're a wizard, not a warrior." The Sorting Hat, which was stepped on by the troll, muttered, "Get rid of it, damn feet smell, oh, it's so disgusting!"

Harry was taken aback.

The situation is urgent, the ability of a demon hunter is engraved in his bones, but now he is more than a demon hunter.

He took out his wand and held it in his left hand.

With a sword in his right hand, he slashed towards the giant monster's wrist, almost to the bone.

The troll suffers——Harry took the opportunity to wave his wand and cast Transfiguration, the wooden stick slipped from the dirty monster's hand like silk, and with another wave of his wand, it flew and wrapped around the troll's arms. foot, and the other end flew into Harry's hand.

"Igni!"

The fire snake surged, wrapped around the giant monster's body, and spread towards its neck.

"Alder!"

The magic power surged and hit the troll, the effect was still weak, only making it shake slightly - but that was enough, Harry gritted his teeth, and pulled the stick in his hand into silk.

boom--

The troll fell.

This is the best opportunity.

Harry took a long stride, stepped on the troll's thigh, jumped onto the troll's back, aimed at the neck, clenched his hands, and stabbed hard with his sword.

Blood gushed out like a column, baring Harry's face.

The giant howled in pain.

There is still life.

Another sword!

The troll was dying, writhing on the ground, trying to throw Harry off, but... no use, even though he was young now, he was still a witcher.

Harry kept his balance, and the third sword thrust.

The giant monster's breath of life poured out, and finally drained away.

died.

Harry let out a breath and walked towards the bathroom with his sword in hand.

The otter girl was unconscious on the ground.

"Hermione, Hermione, wake up." Harry pushed her gently.

Hermione opened her eyes in a daze: "Oh...Harry, I... Am I dead?"

"Not yet." Harry pressed Hermione's head, resisting her urge to struggle to sit up, "Don't move now, if you move again, it will be almost soon."

She suffered a lot of injuries with the Alder seal.

Outside the corridor, the sound of footsteps came in a hurry, and a large area——

"The professor is here. You lie down here. I'll go out." Harry stood up.

"Oh, troll, I saw a troll!" Hermione finally woke up, yelling in panic.

Harry waved his hand: "It's dead, don't worry, it's okay."

Hermione froze, and wanted to say something more, but Harry had already walked out completely.

Outside the washroom, Ron led McGonagall, Snape, and Professor Quirrell, or rather, it was more appropriate for him to be led.

"Potter!" Professor McGonagall saw Harry, noticed that he was covered in blood, and shouted in shock, almost out of breath.

Snape's expression also changed suddenly, and he quickened his pace.

Only Quirrell, the first time he noticed that Harry's breathing was stable, passed Harry directly, looked at the troll who fell behind him and at the door of the bathroom, held his heart, and sobbed.

"Professor, I'm fine, I'm not even hurt." Harry said softly, comforting the two professors, "The blood is from trolls."

Snape calmed down, looked carefully, and made sure that Harry was not lying, he gritted his teeth: "Potter, what the hell are you up to!"

"Is the savior addicted?"

"An accident happened at Hogwarts, so many professors can't be counted on, why do you want a little first-year wizard to come out?"

"Are you so pushy?"

Professor McGonagall did not defend Harry. At this moment, she and Snape were on the same front, staring at him with serious, relieved, fearful eyes.

Harry looked at Ron: "Ron, didn't you tell the professors?"

Ron shrank his neck: "Oh... that, I forgot."

"Okay." Harry sighed, "Professor, let me explain briefly. At the dinner, Ron and I noticed that Hermione didn't come. Maybe it was because Ron made Hermione angry. She stayed in Crying in the bathroom on the first floor."

"When Quirrell..." Harry glanced at Quirrell, "Professor Quirrell said that the troll appeared in the dungeon, and I immediately thought of Hermione."

"Let Ron inform you, I'll come and take Hermione away."

"It's just that luck is not very good. I happened to bump into a giant monster and blocked the door of the bathroom. I had to kill it."

Under the giant monster's corpse, a muffled voice sounded: "Yes, I can testify about the hat."

"Now, please do me a favor. I really can't stand whoever gets me out. The troll really stinks."

Professor McGonagall's face turned green, and he looked at the monster, soaked in blood, only a pointed sorting hat was exposed.

"Harry, this is..." Professor McGonagall couldn't hold back, holding his chest with his hands.

With a blank expression on his face, Harry pulled out his hat and shook it in disgust: "It was too noisy, so I threw it away, Professor McGonagall, can I trouble you to use a cleaning spell, I haven't learned that spell yet. curse."

Professor McGonagall was about to wave his wand.

The Sorting Hat said weakly: "It's useless, I'm immune to the curse, I can only wash it by hand, Potter, you must come."

Harry clicked his tongue in disgust.

"Where's Miss Granger?" McGonagall was taken aback, looked at the troll's corpse, and raised her heart again, "Would she be in the troll's body..."

Harry shook his head: "No, she's in the bathroom, it's just that...it might be a little bad."

"She was hit by a troll?" Professor McGonagall turned pale.

Harry continued to shake his head: "No, she was hit by me."

Um?

Professor McGonagall was bewildered.

Ron thought about it—could this be Harry's habit, before attacking the enemy, he had to beat his allies first to boost his morale?

"I was fighting fiercely with the troll. She suddenly poked her head out to watch the excitement. The troll was attracted by her and wanted to attack her." Harry explained, "Tell her to avoid, she can't move."

"No way, I can only cast a spell to make her escape—it's just that the strength is uncontrollable."

"I checked her injuries briefly."

"Broken left hand, at least three broken ribs, but fortunately, no neck injury..."

This is called luck? !

Hogwarts had never had such a serious injury on the Quidditch pitch.

Mag only felt the darkness in front of his eyes, took off his glasses, and rubbed his eye sockets in pain: "Okay, okay, Mr. Potter, let me take it easy."

Snape sneered.

Ron stood behind Snape, winking at him, worried, as if hinting at something.

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