Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher.

Chapter 411

Chapter 411

Wuma's life these days is not very comfortable.

Not to mention the pain.

But there will always be some weird magic or something experimented on them.

The fat woman who looked smiling and gentle was the most ruthless among several people. She would always take out some weird plants and conduct some incomprehensible experiments on her body.

And the man who looks as tall as himself, who can always pull out some spells that surprise everyone else.

The smiling old man with white beard is not a good person either.

in contrast

A man and a woman who look the most serious are the two most gentle people.

Now as soon as Uma is brought to the principal's office, he will immediately hide behind Professor McGonagall. If there is no Professor McGonagall, he will find Professor Snape. If the two professors are not there, he will To go to Sprout.

Yennefer has little interest in Uma.

She cared about Ciri, Geralt, and Harry, but she didn't care much about things other than those close to her.

After repeatedly assuring Harry that this ugly little guy was definitely not Ciri, he ignored it.

Of course, in the past, she had long been impatient, wanting to get rid of the curse faster and free Avalak.

It's just that this involves a bunch of masters studying the magic of the two worlds.

And it's similar to treating Harry.

It's all about protecting the soul and removing the "curse".

Daughter Ciri is important, but so is son Harry.

So she was there every time, but she just observed quietly and rarely expressed her opinion.

three days.

Hogwarts is unusually peaceful.

Crouch ate and slept every day, slept and ate, and was occasionally woken up by Snape, without revealing any news.

Both Harry and Dumbledore carried the Marauder's Map with them.

Even when sleeping at night, in the office, there are portraits arranged to be on duty, staring at the map all the time, but no outsiders have ever broken in.

And three days later.

in the principal's office.

Uma was placed in a crib.

"Let's begin." Dumbledore said softly.

Flitwick and Sprout drew their wands, aimed at Uma, and cast a spell.

Both are spells that control effects.

Poisonous spells such as force relaxation and rapid shrinkage.

Umario howled in pain.

A curse is like coarse sand. When it is pushed outward, the soul wrapped inside will inevitably suffer some pain.

The spells of both of them worked well.

The curse has become weak, which is reflected in Uma, that is, he looks limp and slushy, slumped in the crib.

"Severus," Dumbledore said, raising his wand.

Snape also raised his wand.

With one voice, recite the incantation.

"Call God for protection."

Happiness is often compared with pain to highlight it more brilliantly. Snape's Patronus may not be as powerful as Harry's Patronus, but to some extent, his Patronus is more pure Some.

So far, everyone who knew that Snape could cast the Patronus Charm still felt that even in the magic field full of miracles, this was a very remarkable miracle.

There is hardly any element in him that can cast the Patronus Charm.

A dark wizard who is proficient in black magic.

Not happy at all, far from normal childhood and student life.

There is no pure friendship without exchange of interests.

There is no thrilling and consummate love.

Even Dumbledore, he can still proudly say that he once had a colorful memory - the happy youth with Grindelwald, an unforgettable love.

but snape

He never had Lily.

From the very beginning, his life was colorless, even if it was very close.

But he just showed it.

In the gray, he forcibly picked out some ambiguous colors for himself, and summoned his patron saint.

Diamonds shine brightest in mud.

From the magic wands of the two of them, a white mist spewed out, which was not a physical patron saint. The mist consciously spread over, wrapped Wuma's body, and penetrated into his body from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. Gentle but strong, penetrating Uma's body, reflecting fluorescence.

Uma's moans of pain gradually subsided.

After a while.

Dumbledore looked at McGonagall and Harry: "Severus and I are ready."

The two of them waved their wands.

Regarding the Transfiguration Curse, Harry and McGonagall, who are Animagus, are undoubtedly the top people in this room.

The magic extends.

Harry used the Vanishing Charm to clean up those dull, soft, but obvious curses bit by bit.

Meg gently and gently recovered his body.

It takes patience and time.

But the people in the room don't lack this thing.

After half an hour.

McGonagall recovered the last muscle on his body, the power of the curse burst out, and hit the white light of the Patronus Charm, splashing slightly concussive ripples, Harry didn't wait for the curse to erupt for the second time, and the Vanishing Curse emptied it.

The curse is completely lifted.

A naked, thin, long-eared man, bloated in a tiny crib, was intricately tattooed.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Flitwick swung his wand and rubbed these traces.

Magical lore from another world.

"This bed is not suitable for him." Dumbledore waved his wand, "I thought he wouldn't be very tall."

The cot becomes a single bed.

Yennefer probed and breathed a sigh of relief.

Not really Ciri.

A strange man who has never seen before, his body is not strong, not good-looking.

She smacked her lips and turned her head away.

not interesting.

Avalakh is awake, but he is very weak. Even though the method Dumbledore came up with has slowed down the impact of breaking the curse on his body as much as possible, but... before that, he has been tortured by the curse for a long time, and He has been toyed with by merchants and baron's subordinates for a long time.

"Xi Li, Xi Li is in danger, go and save her." He struggled to speak.

Sprout raised his wand and said the spell to him: "Resuscitate quickly."

It made him feel a little better.

"I know, you hid her on the Isle of Mist." Harry nodded, "but it's obviously not a very safe place."

Avallacq looked at Harry in surprise.

"Ciri is the ancient blood." Harry said softly, "She obviously used her brains to save herself."

Many incomprehensible things seem to be understandable as long as you bring the "blood of the ancients".

At least that's how it is for Avalakh.

He nodded, raised his hand with difficulty, and uttered a complicated incantation.

A bright, white ball of light flew out of his palm, floated in the air, and was held by Harry.

(End of this chapter)