Witcher at Hogwarts

Dumbledore took a closer look at Ethan again, and seemed to have Ethan's appearance firmly in his mind.

Finally, Dumbledore took off his hat, gave Ethan a hat-off, and left Ethan and returned to the festive crowd.

"Okay, Odim, it's time for us to talk!" Ethan shouted into the air.

On the wall of Hogwarts, a huge full-length mirror suddenly appeared.

The mirror did not reflect Ethan's portrait, but was immediately foggy, as if it led to another space.

Ethan walked into the mirror without any hesitation.

Behind the mirror is a world made up of glass, a maze of mirrors, extremely complex.

Ethan looked left and right, there were countless mirrors, they formed a complex maze.

Countless mirrors also reflected countless Ethans, which seemed to dazzle Ethan.

"You witchers are always like this, mind your own business!" The gloomy voice of Master Mirror suddenly sounded beside Ethan.

Ethan turned his head in an instant and slashed with his sword, but only shattered a mirror.

At the same time, a transparent glass blade mercilessly stabbed Ethan from a tricky angle, and Ethan twisted his body to avoid it with the greatest strength.

This made the blade not directly pierce Ethan's body, but cut across Ethan's waist.

Even so, a huge wound was torn out of Ethan's body, dripping with blood.

"The weapons made by you wizards have such a ridiculous sense of justice!" With the voice of Master Mirror.

Ethan waved his blade again, but it was cut empty again.

A new wound was added to his body.

"And just like bed bugs, it can't be killed!" Master Mirror cursed again, and a knife light slid across Ethan's face.

A huge wound was cut in Ethan's face.

Ethan tried hard to search everything around him with his hunting senses, but these mirrors seemed to be able to shoot everything, and the hunting senses would only send back a bunch of messy things.

It left Ethan completely clueless.

Master Mirror attacked one after another, and soon Ethan was injured like a blood gourd.

Ethan clearly felt that his physical strength was gradually exhausted with the loss of blood.

Master Mirror intends to torture Ethan to death in the most brutal way possible.

Ethan's breathing became more and more sturdy, and because of the excessive blood loss, Ethan even began to faint.

"I'm going to shave you alive!" Master Mirror's ruthless voice sounded again, and Ethan swung his sword tiredly, and was cut by Master Mirror again.

Ethan's consciousness is getting blurry.

"That's not what I taught you! Ethan!" A familiar voice suddenly sounded in Ethan's ear, and Ethan turned his head in surprise.

To Ethan's great surprise, he saw a person he knew very well, Vesemir.

Vesemir seems to be in a state of soul, his body is transparent and emits a faint blue light.

At this moment, he was looking at himself with disgust.

"Don't perceive with your ears and eyes! Use your heart! Use your heart! Only then can you catch the mouse!" Vesemir snarled again.

Ethan immediately remembered this familiar conversation.

This is when Ethan was trained as a witcher, and Vesemir locked him in a dark room with hundreds of gray mice.

And Ethan's task is to catch only one of the white mice.

"Perceive with your heart! Ethan! Use your heart!" Ethan closed his eyes under the constant scolding of Vesemir's extremely familiar voice.

Everything around him became silent, even Vesemir's voice disappeared, and Ethan seemed to have entered an ethereal state.

In an instant, Ethan felt it, like an insect shaking its wings, a subtle fluctuation that was extremely difficult to detect came from Ethan's side.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ethan did his best to stab out a sword. The speed of the sword was astonishingly fast, and it even produced a cracking sound.

Then one by one stabbed.

Master Mirror stood there blankly, with a sword inserted straight into his chest.

He was stabbed in the opposite direction by the sword of the lake girl.

"How is this possible, I am a god!" Master Mirror said dully.

The wound on Master Mirror's chest that was caused by the sword did not shed a single drop of blood, and immediately it was just as pitch-black as the void.

Immediately afterwards, there was a crisp sound of hoofs, and Lady Death rode her warhorse to the side of Master Mirror.

"You can't kill me, I am a god! There is no concept of death!" Master Mirror said in a hoarse voice.

"Ridiculous pseudo-god!" Lady Death said contemptuously.

"Your fate is ten thousand times more terrifying than death." Lady Death waved her hand.

The black door opened behind Ethan.

Lady Death waved for Ethan to come in with her.

Ethan turned his head to look, Vesemir's soul emitting blue and white light nodded to himself, then the color gradually faded, and finally disappeared in place.

Behind the door, there was a misty scene, and in front of Ethan, there was a small lake.

"This is your fate! Your curse!" Lady Death said coldly.

Ethan drew out the Sword of the Lake Lady at the beckoning of Lady Death.

Master Mirror floated into the center of the lake under the control of Lady Death.

A branch grew from the wound on his chest, and the branch grew rapidly.

It turned into a tall fruit tree, directly wrapping the body of Master Mirror inside, only showing a head outside.

"I turned you into a fruit tree, and I gave you an insatiable hunger and thirst," said the Lady of Death.

"When you raise your head, you can see the sweet and fragrant fruit, and when you lower your head, you can see the sweet lake water, but you can't move, you can't eat the fruit, and you can't drink the lake water. You will enjoy this endlessly. The thirst like fire, the torment of endless hunger like being in the void!"

"No! You can't do this! Forgive me!" Master Mirror begged.

But no one could hear his plea, and Lady Death took Ethan and disappeared, leaving him with endless hunger, thirst and loneliness.

The festive feast at Hogwarts has been going on for days, sleepless and never ending.

Food and drinks are constantly being put on the table, and they are wiped out again and again.

Excited students and professors danced to celebrate.

Box after box of magical fireworks and prank props were consumed.

Even the most old-fashioned Filch chose to turn a blind eye when he saw a student cast a normally strictly forbidden magical prank in front of him.

The ones who benefited the most were the Weasley brothers. This time the celebration made the two of them a lot of money, and they even had enough money to open a magic joke shop.

Almost everyone celebrated this great victory with inexhaustible enthusiasm.

Harry became the happiest person, and he was about to fly with joy. Those worries about his identity and the fear of Voldemort that had been backlogged in the past have completely disappeared.

Harry couldn't remember how much Butterbeer he drank, he just kept going back and forth between toasts, hugs, cheers, toasts.

Hogwarts gave the students several days off, and under the excitement, even the four deans gave their respective houses a thousand points.

Dumbledore smiled as he looked at the jubilant pupils, and in fact, after Voldemort's death, his smile did not stop.

It seems that since Voldemort died, there has been nothing in the world to make him sad.

Hermione Harry and Ron and many students asked Dumbledore, and Ethan went there.

Dumbledore only told them that Ethan had a secret mission to accomplish.

Dumbledore looked at the students with a sincere and happy smile on his face.

Suddenly Dumbledore's expression changed, and he looked at the spire where the owls were kept at Hogwarts.

There was a vaguely standing person there.

Dumbledore quietly left the banquet and walked towards the tower.

On the tower, Dumbledore finally saw the familiar back, and Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ethan, are you back?" Dumbledore asked slightly excitedly.

At this time, Ethan was feeding the owl with the owl food in his hand. Hearing Dumbledore calling him, Ethan poured the owl food into the owl cage with gold.

A bunch of owls scrambled for it.

"Yes, Dumbledore, it's really over." Ethan showed a happy smile.

He found that Dumbledore was doing very well, and it didn't look like he was injured at all. The curse seemed to disappear.

"Dumbledore, are you recovered?" Ethan asked curiously.

"Yeah." Dumbledore revealed his wrist that had recovered as before. "On one day, he suddenly recovered completely. At that time, I was thinking, maybe your mission has been successful."

"That's great." Ethan said happily.

"Ethan, I plan to hire you as a tenured professor at Hogwarts." Dumbledore said sternly.

"Sorry, Dumbledore, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com I was going to tell you that I was going to leave Hogwarts and start a school of my own, a witcher's school," Ethan said seriously. Dumbledore said.

"That's a pity, Ethan, you should think about it, after I die in the future, you can be the headmaster of Hogwarts!" Dumbledore said seriously.

Hearing this, Ethan rolled his eyes. Now Dumbledore was cured, and because he had eliminated Voldemort, he was in a good mood and his appetite increased.

It seems that there are still 180 years to live, but Ethan has no time to wait.

"No, Dumbledore, I plan to open the school in England, leaving Hogwarts a strong competitor." Ethan said jokingly.

"Haha, then it seems that there will be more than one Hogwarts school of magic in the UK in the future." Dumbledore said happily.

"I also want to ask you about how to be a good principal, let's go have a few butterbeers." Ethan said, looking at the giggling crowd in the distance.

(End of the book)

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