Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

This...Mr. Dumbledore, who is my relative? Harry was startled. His parents' inheritance is in the hands of that person?

Hagrid didn't think there was anything wrong, so he introduced it proudly: No, but he is the headmaster of Hogwarts, the greatest white wizard!

Harry nodded.

He did not doubt that there were indeed great people in this world.

But he saw a lot of ulterior motives and a mixture of good and evil. He and that Mr. Dumbledore have never even met face to face, so it's hard to let go of their suspicions.

It's also about your parents' inheritance.

Money is hard to earn!

Working hard and doing a few commissions from Zhuangzi is not enough to make a silver sword.

Then when are we going to get my parents' inheritance? Harry asked, feeling that it was a bit inappropriate to say so, and quickly changed his words, I mean, when are we going to buy these supplies.

Hagrid glanced outside: It's getting late, tomorrow.

You grew up with Muggles, so I'm afraid you don't know much about the wizarding world. Let me introduce you again.

This is a very expressive... demihuman.

At least a lot better than the troll's big tongue.

Hagrid introduced a lot to Harry.

His excellent parents, how great Dumbledore is - he was unfortunately expelled in the third year, and it is all thanks to Dumbledore that he can stay in Hogwarts.

And Harry is a well-known hero in the wizarding world, the legendary boy who survived the catastrophe, and the son of savior.

The protagonist-like existence in knightly novels.

It also made Harry realize a fact.

this world…

Wizards have almost no intersection with Muggles—ordinary human beings in the eyes of wizards, even the currency is different.

In Hagrid's mouth, this is the protection of Muggles.

But Harry felt a little sad.

He thought of those warlocks who were persecuted by the kingdom and the eternal fire—if the celestial spheres no longer converged, the monsters and evil spirits would be wiped out little by little.

I'm afraid that the witchers and warlocks will end up hiding in the shadows of society as quietly as possible, just like the wizards here.

Oh no…

The witcher might not be able to last until then.

Without monsters, no one would be willing to accept the cruel and painful mutation.

the next day.

Harry got up early in the morning and ran five laps around the block. The body is always the most important weapon of a witcher. When he came back, he ate two sausages—the kind Hagrid brought, one of which was Almost as thick as his forearm, milk is also essential.

After all this was done, Hagrid woke up sleepily from the living room.

After washing up, take Harry to Diagon Alley.

In the wizarding world, as Hagrid had said, he was indeed a celebrity - he had never been treated so warmly in his life.

One by one rushed over, wanting to shake his hand, but Harry didn't agree to their request. Demon hunters have never been sociable.

Wait until these pleasantries are over.

Hagrid led them into the small patio, and introduced it in a rambling manner: From here, the trash can counts three yuan up, and then two yuan across—

When you get your wand, hit this brick three times.

Harry, you stand back.

He picked up his umbrella and tapped the brick three times.

The brick shuddered and quickly backed away, moving a wide archway to a cobbled path.

Illusion?

No…

It's not like the kind of illusion that warlocks use.

Is it the use called Transfiguration?

Welcome to Diagon Alley. Hagrid raised his arms and led Harry inside, Have you brought the letter?

Harry nodded.

We have to go to Gringotts first, which is the bank of the wizards, where all the inheritance left by your parents is there. After withdrawing the money, we can go to buy other things.

Although wizards are separated from humans.

But it didn't have that strong medieval flavor, the streets were clean, the shops were quaint but not cramped, and all kinds of weird things appeared in front of Harry.

Flying brooms, flying pets.

What caught his attention the most were those materials—daffodil root powder, daisy roots, mandrake stems...

And some materials that he has never heard of before, but just the name makes him feel thrilling - dragon liver, dragon blood, unicorn hair, feathers of the soundless bird...

What kind of potion can be refined, can it be made into sword oil?

It's really curious.

Gringotts is the most magnificent building in Diagon Alley. Harry saw goblins for the first time—it was very similar to the goblins in the world of the witcher. He had never personally touched them, but he had seen portraits.

Feel how crazy the transportation in the wizarding world is.

It's hard to imagine that such a fast-moving thing would be a form of transportation—more exciting than being caught by a griffin and performing sit-ups in the sky.

As well as seeing a parent's legacy.

A pile of gold, and hills of silver and copper coins.

Unlike Hagrid, who had been devastated and looked sluggish, Harry was a little excited, although he was not sure about the purchasing power of the currency.

Can…

An ounce of dragon liver is only seventeen Sickles.

Dragons, even creatures of the Dragon genus, would never have cheap materials. For a pair of swords, the money would be more than enough.

He swept a hundred Galleons into his purse, and some odds and ends of Sickles and Knuts, and walked out of Gringotts with his head held high, valiant and high-spirited.

He had never been this rich in all his life.

Harry, I'm afraid we have to go buy you a uniform first. Hagrid pointed to the shop on the side street with the signboard of Mrs. Malkin's Robes shining, I have to go to the Leaky Cauldron to refresh myself. That damned little cart is so hateful.

Harry nodded, Of course.

I'll wait for you in the shop.

Hagrid breathed a sigh of relief, and ran away as if fleeing for his life.

Harry pushed the door in alone, and a short, fat, but naive witch greeted him: A new student at Hogwarts? Are you here to buy a uniform?

Harry nodded, Yes, ma'am.

Then stand here, and I'll measure your body data for you. Mrs. Malkin pointed to a footstool beside her, saw Harry stepped on it, waved his wand, and the soft ruler climbed up like a snake, and spun around him.

Do you need to grow up? Mrs. Malkin was very familiar, You little wizards always develop very fast.

Thank you ma'am, I think it's very necessary. Harry nodded, There is one more thing I want to trouble you with. Do you know that there is a blacksmith shop in Diagon Alley?

Blacksmith shop? Madam Malkin raised her head suspiciously, Why do you ask that place?

Harry replied very directly: I want to fight two swords.

Sword? Madam Malkin was stunned for a moment, then giggled, Do you want to go to Gryffindor? With a sword in one hand and a wand in the other?

But it's a pity that there is no blacksmith shop in Diagon Alley. You may be able to ask your parents to help you transform a pair with Transfiguration.

Of course, I hope you can transform it by yourself.

The dean of Gryffindor is a famous transfiguration master, and so is Mr. Dumbledore, who is also from Gryffindor College.

So to say…

You Gryffindors seem to be very good at Transfiguration.

Harry nodded thoughtfully.

Gryffindor equals Transfiguration?

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