Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Shape-shifting troublemakers.

This reminds Harry of doppelgangers, a race of humanoids who can become like anyone, and even mimic the mind, voice, and expertise of the shapeshifted.

Gryffindor is really interesting.

Harry didn't think too deeply about this, he asked, "Then Mr. Hagrid, do you know the blacksmith?"

"I'm sorry, little Harry, I don't know you." Hagrid shook his head in embarrassment. He was a little ashamed for not being able to help, and he quickly made amends, "But Professor Flitwick, your future Charms class Professor, he has some goblin blood, maybe he will know some master blacksmith."

Harry nodded.

"You...why do you want to fight with a sword?" Hagrid hesitated halfway, but still gritted his teeth and asked.

Harry was expressionless: "When I was shopping for clothes just now, Madam Malkin said that Gryffindor is a wizard with a long sword. I think I can also be that kind of wizard."

Hagrid became excited: "Oh, yes!"

"Harry, you really are a born Gryffindor."

"Your parents are also from Gryffindor College, I am also Gryffindor, and so is Principal Dumbledore."

He went on and on and introduced Hogwarts.

Harry just felt that he had brought too much "subjectivity" into it.

Slytherins are a group of insidious and cunning people, Hufflepuffs are demented fools who have no sense of existence, and Ravenclaws are wooden piles who can only read books.

Harry silently added in his mind.

Maybe in the eyes of other colleges, Gryffindor is just a group of brainless and exaggerated troublemakers?

Always felt…

Hogwarts might not be a safe place.

For the next month or so, Harry stayed with the Dursleys—he actually wanted to leave and find another place to live, and the Dursleys didn't like him.

But the eleven-year-old's body is very inconvenient, so he can only stay unwillingly and reluctantly.

Harry hardly ever left his new room except for eating and exercising, and Petunia had it packed out before he returned from Diagon Alley.

Harry named the owl Hedwig, a name he found out from History of Magic—she was a great witch who protected and taught young wizards during the dark days of witch hunting to prevent They become silent.

Magic is everywhere in this world.

The moment the naming was finished, a breath emanating from Hedwig wrapped around Harry, establishing a connection between the two of them.

It is not a contract in words or legal provisions.

It is a passive, magical contract in the blood.

really interesting…

Harry became more interested in the magic of this world, and he couldn't wait to flip through the books.

The magic of wizards has a lot of similarities with the seals of witchers-incantations, gestures, and firm beliefs.

And after reading "Research on the Development of Modern Witchcraft" and "Important Magical Events in the Twentieth Century", Harry finally had a general impression of the wizarding world.

The lifespan is very short. Normal wizards only have a lifespan of more than a hundred years. The longest-lived wizard, Nicole Flamel, took a potion called "Undead Potion", and his life was extended to more than six hundred years old.

In the witcher world, both warlocks and witchers have long lifespans.

Instructor Vesemir has lived for more than two hundred and almost three hundred years, but his appearance is only a middle-aged man, at least he looks younger than Uncle Fenon.

But magic is powerful.

The first generation of Dark Lord Grinwald burned half of Paris with fiendish flames. In the world of the witcher, it was a powerful magic that could only be unleashed by the joint efforts of multiple warlocks.

And "Animagus".

A master who is proficient in deformation can master a kind of animal form. The only flaw is that the type of animal transformed into is random.

But this is not an unacceptable shortcoming.

What caught Harry's attention the most was "Potion Science" - an excellent witcher whose abilities came from swordsmanship, spells and potions.

Every witcher is an excellent herbalist and potion master, and Harry is no exception.

And potions in the wizarding world, it's more like "drugs".

Age up, tell the truth, boost your brain power...

Most importantly, there is almost no toxicity.

Ordinary people cannot take the demon hunter's potion. The powerful toxicity contained in it will destroy his body in an instant. kind of potion.

But potions in the wizarding world don't have this restriction.

A novel and easy-to-use field of potions, Harry was addicted to it almost instantly.

As for the only downside...

As Harry expected, the herbs in the two worlds have nothing in common, even the "Mandrake" with the same name is very different.

The Dursleys had been terrified all this time.

They always see…

Harry wielded a small stick, flying tables and chairs around, or trying to cut open magazines and patch them back together.

Or, huddled in the attic, the steam is gurgling, and I don't know what potion is being boiled.

Until the day before school starts.

On the dinner table.

"My dear uncle, I may have to trouble you to take me to King's Cross station tomorrow." Harry said after eating a large piece of steak.

Thank goodness!

This plague god is finally leaving!

Fenon had only one thought in his mind, but his mouth was still stubborn: "It's ridiculous to take the train to the wizarding school. Are all their blankets rotten?"

"There are better means of transport, why not use better means of transport?" Harry asked back of course.

If only there were cars, trains, and planes in the Witcher world.

Whether it's a warlock or a witcher, they should all raise their hands to celebrate. To be honest... the taste of the portal is really uncomfortable. The situation is not particularly urgent. Harry, like other witchers, would rather ride on horseback.

"What platform is it?" Feinon asked again.

"Nine and three quarters," Harry replied.

Feinong sneered, and the fat flesh on his face and stomach trembled and trembled: "There is no such platform at all, so I'll just say that group of lunatics..."

Harry waved.

Fenon shrank his head like a frightened bird.

Nothing happened, Harry just picked up the milk glass: "Wizards have wizarding spells, since ordinary people can't know their existence, then naturally... they can also hide the wizard's railway station in the ordinary people's railway station. "

Drink the milk in one gulp.

Go back to the house and prepare everything, as well as the three bottles of potions that have been refined in the past month - two bottles of forgetting potion and one bottle of refreshment potion.

the next day.

Departure at 7:30, three hours of bumpy journey, arrived at King's Cross Station.

The crowds are surging, and there is an endless stream of tourists.

"Okay, boy, you're here." Fernon helped Harry move his luggage out of his car, driving away the plague like a god, "Platform Nine, Platform Ten, this is where you're going."

"Find your train with your wizard's means!"

"Goodbye!" The last words were accompanied by a heavy slamming sound of the door. Finally, Fernon put Hedwig's cage on the luggage cart, then hurriedly closed the door, stepped on the accelerator, and disappeared in front of Harry's eyes in an instant.

Harry took a deep breath, opening his senses.

Complicated human breath...it doesn't matter.

A rancid, disgusting smell—it's like the body odor of those corpse-eating creatures, but a long time ago, there must have been a large number of corpse-eating creatures here.

And most importantly, the breath of magic.

Harry pushed the trolley, following the breath of magic, and soon came to a wall—the wall between the ninth station and the tenth station.

Here is the entrance.

Harry reached out his hand and touched the wall. It was solid, not a false illusion.

It seems that there is a special method of entry.

There were no traces of wand hitting on the wall, but on the ground. He lowered his head and could see obvious footprints and cart ruts, which went straight into the other end of the wall.

The footsteps are very far apart, very hard, and very hasty.

Harry followed the mark, starting three meters away.

so…

The way to pass is to run up and hit the wall?

Thoughtful, Harry pushed the cart to the place where the imprint started, and trotted forward - passing through the wall, the cold magic power sinking into his body.

The other end of the wall is also a platform, with the sign of "Nine and Three Quarters" platform hanging on it.

Many of them were dressed like themselves, ordinary people, and many of them wore wizard robes.

Check in and get on the bus.

Harry waved his wand, held his luggage, passed through the crowd, and finally found an empty compartment at the rear of the car. He didn't like to force himself into other people's social circles.

Just sat down for a while.

There was a knock on the door of the carriage, and it opened with a snort, and a red-haired head came in: "Excuse me, but there are people in the carriage outside, can I come in?"

Harry nodded, "Of course."

The red head breathed a sigh of relief: "It's really great."

He opened the door of the carriage and struggled to move his luggage inside.

Harry took out his wand, and with a flick of his hand, the luggage automatically flew into the corner.

"Oh...you're a senior?" The red head became more restrained, and sat down opposite, lowering his head, "I thought...you were a freshman just like me."

Harry smiled and shook his head: "No, I'm a freshman too."

"But how do you know magic!" The redhead threw his head back and let out a cry of surprise, "I asked my brothers to teach me, but I couldn't learn it."

"I learned it by reading myself." Harry said succinctly.

The red hair rubbed his messy head: "Then you must be a Ravenclaw."

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Ron, Ron Weasley."

"We will definitely become good friends. Compared with the brothers at home, I am not smart at all. You have to help me with homework."

Harry introduced himself: "Hello, my name is Harry Potter."

Ron bounced up, his eyes widened: "Your name is Harry Potter? Is it Harry Potter's Harry Potter?"

As he spoke, his eyes fell on Harry's forehead.

Harry raised his hand and brushed his hair back: "Yes, it's that Harry Potter."

In the world of the witcher, he has not yet earned the title of "The Butcher of Bravikan" like White Wolf.

I didn't expect to be so famous in this world.

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