Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Where is this?

The thin, pitiful and helpless Harry raised his head and looked around anxiously.

Although the cabinets in my aunt's house are not good, they are narrow and cramped, and there are spiders and insects in them.

But it is a house after all, which can provide shelter from wind and rain.

And now.

In front of his eyes was a wilderness, boundless, a wasteland connecting the sky and the distance.

Although some strange things always happen to me.

His hair grows inexplicably and won't be cut by his aunt, his hair will fly up the chimney when being chased by Dudley's own ferocious, fat pig-like cousin, and clothes he doesn't like will shrink to the size of a palm.

But now, it is too strange to suddenly arrive at such a place from Privet Drive.

Is anyone there? Harry thought for a moment, then called out.

Maybe this is a horse farm?

Or some kind of campsite.

He figured there would be an administrator after all.

But no human responded to him, only a rustling sound.

It came from the bushes.

Harry looked over. Although he was short-sighted, his eyesight was actually pretty good, and he could vaguely distinguish that there was a living thing moving.

The skin color is a bit bad, too pale.

The general outline is like a human being.

Hello, sir. Harry walked over there, his voice tensed to a little out of tune, Sorry, I seem to be a little lost, where is this?

Crashing, the bushes were buzzing, in his eyes, there was still only that gray skin.

did not hear?

He increased his voice: Sorry! I want to

Suddenly, the bushes were pushed aside, and the gray-white creature jumped out swiftly.

Harry was startled.

That's not human.

It was a creature that was about as short as himself. It had a grinning mouth and looked a bit like a creature called Alien - a monster in a PG rated movie. He had never seen it, but he saw Dudley and the others holding it. Posters, showing off how brave you are, dare to watch the whole movie alone.

It jumped out and bit Harry's arm.

More than one.

There were several, maybe a dozen, but Harry, who was buried by the overwhelming number of these alien creatures, couldn't tell the number of them at all.

No! Harry wailed in pain.

It can feel these creatures gnawing at its body, piercing the skin and tearing off the flesh.

help me!

He looks forward to it.

Just when a monster pressed its teeth against its throat.

Blue light surged around Harry's body, and huge air waves impacted, knocking off the monsters.

Some of them were directly broken in half by this huge impact.

But there are only a few of these unfortunate creatures, and most of them are just knocked dizzy, lying on the ground, staring eagerly at the restless prey.

what happened

Something strange happened to you again?

Harry tried to raise his head and looked at the number of monsters that not only did not decrease, but became more and more numerous.

Really bad!

He misses the closet at his aunt's house now. Spider bites don't hurt at all.

Blood continued to flow from the wound, and the vision of the eleven-year-old malnourished boy gradually became dark.

The group of monsters seemed to notice that his aura had become weak, and they tentatively approached him bit by bit.

Before coma.

There seemed to be a rapid clack-clack sound of horse hooves coming from my ears.

The warm heat roasts the body, bringing a sense of comfort.

Harry opened his eyes and groaned. Just as he was about to move his body, the piercing pain made him take a breath and stop immediately.

Are you awake? A strange, mature, but reassuring voice came to my ears.

Harry replied: Yeah.

Why are you, a child of a noble family, here? Where are the guards? the man asked.

Harry was a little confused: Noble?

Oh, no, I'm not a noble, just an ordinary person.

The man came over, put something on the bedside, raised his eyebrows, and said in a questioning tone: Ordinary people?

He obviously didn't believe Harry's words.

Although he is somewhat malnourished, his skin is delicate and there are no calluses on his hands and feet. Although he has some scars, they are not traces of hard work.

Yes. Harry nodded, My name is Harry, Harry Potter. I live at No. 4 Privet Drive.

The man came over and sat down by the bed.

Harry saw his face clearly.

He looked like a middle-aged man in his early forties, with long white hair, wearing armor, a wolf head badge on his chest, and carrying two swords. The most attractive thing was his eyes, which were golden and amber. Color, and upright pupils like a cat.

No. 4 Privet Drive? I have never heard of this place name. Maybe you should be more detailed. He spoke with a gentle voice.

Harry's heart skipped a beat and he added nervously: It's in Little Whinging.

The man continued to shake his head: Sorry, kid, can you tell me the name of your city or village?

Harry continued: It's in Surrey, very close to London.

The man frowned and thought for a while: I have traveled to many countries, but I have never heard of a village with this name.

No, it's not a village. Harry shook his head, That's a city, the largest city in Great Britain, London. Haven't you heard of it?

The man shook his head: Great Britain? Is it a country?

The most prosperous country in Europe, sir. Harry realized something, but his eleven-year-old mind just couldn't accept this fact.

The man obviously realized something: It seems that something wonderful has happened to you. There is no country called Great Britain here, and there is no place called Europe.

Maybe this is no longer the world you are in.

Can you tell me about yourself?

Harry clenched his fists and talked about himself.

From the death of his parents in a car accident, to the living environment of Privet Drive, and the superficial knowledge he learned from history and geography.

The man also told Harry about the intersection of the celestial spheres and what kind of monster attacked him.

By the time they finished talking, it was dark.

It seems you are homeless. The man stood up, Would you like to come with me? Although the Witcher is not a good place to be.

Harry was silent.

He was just an eleven-year-old, homeless child who suddenly came to a strange world without any preparation.

At least the person in front of me was kind to him.

Of course, I do, he answered loudly.

Even in that man's description, being a witcher was bad, but... there was nothing worse than being eaten by those monsters called devils in the wilderness.

Very good. The man nodded, Your body recovers very quickly, I need to find a warlock to do a checkup for you.

We will set off in three days.

He walked toward the door.

Harry called to him: Sir, I haven't asked your name yet.

The man turned his head and showed a gentle smile: Too bad, I forgot to introduce myself.

Wolf witcher, Vesemir.

Harry was taken to a place called Kaer Morhen.

Vesemir worried that he would not adjust to life here.

This world is terrible. In Harry's description, the world he lives in has no monsters, no wars, and no need to worry about food - although it sounds like his aunt and uncle treated him a little too harshly.

But Harry loved it.

Without Dudley, he could live in a large room by himself.

Most importantly, the food is delicious.

Although my aunt's cooking skills are not bad, even the lonely cat raised by Mrs. Figg will act like a baby to her.

But that was Great Britain, and even he knew that it was the country with the poorest culinary skills in the entire world, not one of them.

It's nice here.

The only problem is that he has to train with him, running on bumpy mountain roads, practicing swordsmanship, practicing footwork in a giant pendulum, and those obscure monster illustrations.

It was tiring and hard work, but Harry had no complaints about it.

Until he has begun to adapt to this kind of training.

He was stopped by Vesemir.

Beside him was a man with the same white hair and the same eyes, but tall and strong, and also extremely handsome.

Vesemir, is that him? the man asked, his voice magnetic.

Vesemir nodded, Yes, this child is just like you.

It's a source of law.

Harry raised his hand and asked: What is the source of law?

We call people who are born with magical energy the source of magic. Vesemir answered, then turned to look at the white-haired man, When I found this child, he was being attacked by a group of evil spirits.

Although there is no magic power fluctuation, that kind of large-scale impact is not something a child can do.

You don't know many warlock friends, find one to check for him.

The white-haired man nodded: But before that, we have to ask this little guy for his opinion.

Harry looked at the two of them in confusion.

The white-haired man knelt down and looked into his eyes. There was an uncomfortable strange feeling in his vertical pupils, but the sincerity that struck his soul straight away made the uncomfortable feeling disappear.

besides

What is this strange throbbing in my heart, and why does it appear?

Like a warm current.

How long has it been since I heard this?

Let's ask this little guy his opinion.

Even as a little guy, can he express his opinions?

After speaking out, he will not be scolded or punished by his aunt, nor bullied by Dudley.

Although you are a stranger from heaven. The white-haired man's voice was soft and gentle, but we hope you can live a better life.

You may be the source of magic, then you can learn how to become a warlock, master powerful magic, and enjoy a more luxurious life.

Would you like to go?

Harry asked him: Can I study here?

I don't think so. The white-haired man answered him, We are demon hunters. Although we can use some crude magic, we are far inferior to warlocks.

Harry met his gaze, not afraid of those eyes at all.

The life of a warlock will be very good. The white-haired man continued, You can become a guest of the kingdom, enjoy the life of a noble, and even become a noble.

The life of a witcher is terrible.

You need to go through painful trials, a narrow escape from death, and a genetic mutation, and then live a life of sleeping in the open.

Harry looked at Vesemir: Grandpa Vesemir just said that you are also the source of magic.

Yes. He nodded.

Harry said urgently: Then why did you become a witcher instead of a warlock?

Because of the law of accident. The man smiled, A law that belongs to our agreed upon customs. My mother abandoned me in Kaer Morhen. As a reward, I can only become a demon hunter.

Harry clenched his fists: What if you choose like me?

I will choose to become a warlock. The man replied decisively.

Harry looked at him.

The sincerity conveyed in the eyes swirled in the chest.

And that inexplicable throbbing sprouted in his body.

Are warlocks as gentle as you? Harry asked after a long silence.

Vesemir laughed. Oh, tenderness, my God, I didn't expect that word to fall on people like us.

I think it's difficult. The white-haired man recalled, shaking his head hesitantly, But maybe it was not easy at the beginning, but in this land, comfort has never been an important thing.

Vesemir said you came from a world of comfort.

Although your life may not be very comfortable.

But I can assure you that studying at the Warlock Academy is at best the living environment of your aunt's house.

Harry said nothing and lowered his head.

Life at aunt's house

That's really bad enough, but when I think of the evil spirits that are attacking me and biting my body.

Doesn't it seem acceptable?

Although the small bed under the cupboard under the stairs is narrow, it is warm enough. It is always being ordered to and fro by my aunt, and sometimes I even go hungry for several days, but most of them can still eat well.

He didn't want to leave this place called Kaer Morhen.

But Grandpa Vesemir and Uncle White Hair recommended him to become a warlock.

Thinking, thinking.

Suddenly, Harry raised his head, and he stared into the man's eyes: But you haven't regretted it?

What? The white-haired man was startled, unable to realize what he meant.

Harry took a deep breath and gathered his courage: I mean, you have no regrets about becoming a witcher, and you have no regrets about staying here.

The white-haired man nodded: Of course, this is my home.

Home.

home.

I often heard this word mentioned by the Dursleys, but I had never owned it. Oh, ten years ago, before my parents had a car accident, I might have had one, but I was too young to remember anything.

Harry said firmly: No, I don't want to be a warlock.

I want to stay here, I want to become a witcher.

Although it was short, only a week.

But Harry was sure that he loved it here.

Although Vesemir is very serious during training, he is very pleasant at other times.

And this man I just met.

He is respecting himself!

Don't ignore his existence as a human just because you are only eleven years old or because you are an orphan from another world.

Home.

Yes, this can be home.

Are you staying? The white-haired man looked a little surprised. He squatted next to him and leaned over slightly, Have you really thought about it?

Witcher is not a good profession.

Except for the accidental children caused by the law of accident, almost no one will actively choose to become a demon hunter.

In the outside world, we don't get any respect. Others always call us freaks and bastards.

Harry spread his hands and said, I'm used to it. My aunt, Dudley and his friends always scold me like this.

And I'm also a child of accident, right?

A man who came into this world by accident.

He took a deep breath.

Besides, I didn't choose between warlock and witcher, I chose home.

eager!

Harry longed so much to become a family with Vesemir and this white-haired man.

An unexpected choice, little one. Vesemir smiled, and he could see why Harry was determined.

The white-haired man stood up: Okay, since you say so.

The Wolf School hasn't had a new apprentice for a long time.

Vesemir?

Vesemir shook his head quickly: No, I have been a mentor for a long time. Maybe I can assist you, but now you should also try to be a qualified mentor.

The white-haired man nodded and responded quickly: Oh, okay, you are right.

He straightened his back and stretched out his hand towards Harry: Little guy, from now on I will be your mentor.

School of the Wolf, Geralt of Rivia.

Harry also stretched out his hand: Hello, tutor, I am Harry Potter.

The big and small hands are tightly clasped together.

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The first episode!

Later, we may also update the story of Harry's first mission and how he almost had something with a sorceress, but was deterred by age.

There are also some things in the Harry Potter world that have not been dealt with cleanly.

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As for the new book, it may be released in September.

August is a bit late, it’s so hard to write a book! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! hateful

Also, I would like to recommend a book called Chinese Students at Hogwarts. I have been obsessed with this author for half a month and only got it published by betraying his lust. You can see that the quality is pretty good.

and another book My Childhood Beauty Always Wants to Force Me to Confess My Love.