Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher.

Chapter 436

Chapter 436

The hoarfrost was aggressive and crashed into the castle.

Professor Flitwick, who had just stepped out of it, met him and raised his wand.

His first reaction was the same as Dumbledore's.

Since there is frost and snow, use flames to fight against it.

The flames are blazing!

Huge flames spurted from his wand, a flaming serpent, crashing into Hoarfrost.

in a blink.

The flame was swallowed by the hoarfrost, and its volume even became larger.

Yennefer followed closely behind.

She held the crystal crow head in her hand, a spell-casting item, and most wizards needed a wand to cast spells, and most warlocks also needed to carry a spell-casting item with them.

The milky white translucent barrier was extended by her hand.

Hoarfrost hit and hit the barrier.

Ye Naifa swayed and struggled a little.

"The Flame Curse doesn't work on it." Flitwick frowned, feeling that his lifetime cognition had been ruthlessly broken, "it was even absorbed by it."

Ye Naifa gritted her teeth: "Baishuang is not real frost and snow."

"It can absorb energy!"

Geralt opened his small bag of the Untraceable Stretching Curse and took out a weapon.

It is a well-maintained sniper rifle - Barrett M82.

As a demon hunter, not only is he good at standing in close quarters, but he also has certain long-range abilities.

Usually, demon hunters use crossbow arrows and alchemy bombs to make up for their vacancies.

Harry had never used a crossbow.

It's because he now has the ability to cast spells. Relatively speaking, his long-range ability to control enemies is no worse than his close-up ability.

Geralt is different from Harry.

He is neither a sorcerer nor a magician.

At the beginning, he planned to get a crossbow arrow like before.

When he made this request to Sirius, Sirius gave him a strange look for a long time, then dragged him to his room, turned on the game console, and taught him what a gun is.

Geralt is a studious person.

From Sirius' introduction, he learned what a pistol is, what a rifle is, and what a semi-automatic is.

Sirius was willing to spend money.

The day after Geralt expressed his liking, he immediately purchased a batch of hot weapons. Geralt learned that there were all of them, and there were even two RPGs.

Geralt skillfully knelt and snatched the gun, raised the muzzle of the gun, and loaded the bullet.

The Witcher gave him excellent dynamic vision, a wider field of vision.

The coaches who trained him and Sirius all said that Geralt was a natural gun expert, and he was clean and decisive. The coach even asked whether Geralt wanted to be a mercenary. A huge title like "White Wolf".

Crosshairs aim.

Pull the trigger.

There was a loud sonic boom, the bullet flew out, and a raging tongue of flame spewed out from the muzzle of the gun.

Through the misty and dim white mist.

Heading towards Voldemort.

With extraordinary precision, it crushed Voldemort's head and blasted it all over the sky.

Its body was still floating in the air, unmoved.

"Is he dead?" Professor McGonagall raised his head, a little surprised and disbelieving, looking at the drop on his head.

Not flesh and bone.

It is a piece of scattered snow.

Like answering McGonagall's words.

whirring—

The scattered snow rolled back, gathered again, and condensed into a head, hanging on the body intact.

Voldemort waved his hand.

The hoarfrost in front of the castle hit violently again, smashing the barrier formed by Yennefer, hitting the castle wall and opening a gap.

Dumbledore reached up and grabbed Fox's foot.

A roll of flames.

Appearing under the castle, with a sweep of the wand, the Vanishing Curse was used, and Hoarfrost disappeared.

But just this gap is enough.

Hoarfrost extended in, crushing the magic that closed Crouch's classroom.

The men in the room woke up almost immediately.

He looked out along the opening, his eyesight was not so good, he couldn't see anything in the white haze.

"Father." But he whispered, tears rolling down his eye sockets.

Neville came running out of breath.

The walls and door frames were blown up, and the man was exposed in his field of vision without any concealment.

"Crouch!" Even though he was so emaciated, even if he was dirty, even if he just took a look, Neville immediately recognized him and confirmed his identity immediately.

Crouch turned his head and looked over: "Longbottom."

Neville approached him step by step.

"My father came to save me." Crouch didn't panic at all, he got up on the ground, "Goodbye, Longbottom."

outside the castle.

Voldemort waved his wand: "Crouch is coming."

in the castle.

Crouch's body was out of control and he was told to fly out of the castle.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Neville jumped on him, grabbed his legs, and flew away with him.

On the Black Lake.

Crouch and Neville landed.

"Father, my most respected father." Crouch looked devout and excited, "You have returned again."

"I've become stronger this time." Voldemort nodded, looking at Crouch with gentle eyes, then raised his chin and looked at Neville, "There is also a small gift."

"Then before you leave, give Potter a big gift."

He raised his hand, pointing at Neville.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The green light was covered with white misty light, and it was as hot as fireworks, shooting towards Neville.

He got up and rolled, with a wave of his wand.

The ice stretches and bulges in the distance.

The seed in his hand instantly grew and entangled the ice surface, pulling him forward.

A precise combination of transfiguration spells, charms, and herbalism.

Make him narrowly avoid this fatal spell.

The green light exploded, crushing the flocks of birds summoned by Mag and the biting cabbage summoned by Spruut into powder.

Voldemort's face darkened.

A sixth grade little wizard!

He was able to escape his own death curse, even if it was just a death curse that did not cooperate with other spells.

Dumbledore arrives with Yennefer and Flitwick.

Bang—another sound exploded.

Geralt gives remote support.

The bullet flew and hit the armor curse that Voldemort had not known when to release, only causing a faint ripple in the void.

Neville stood up and called out to Fox, "Fox, help me."

Fox was taken aback and turned his head.

Dumbledore nodded.

It flapped its wings and flew over.

At the same time Neville waved his wand, and another seed fell, took root on the ice, and rolled Crouch.

Voldemort took off a finger and threw it over.

He was caught by Crouch.

Just then, Neville grabbed Crouch's hand, and Fox fell on his shoulder.

"The Quidditch pitch!" Neville growled softly.

A roll of flames.

Fox took Neville and Crouch and disappeared.

On the other side of the castle, on the empty Quidditch pitch, two people landed.

"Crouch, it's just you and me now." Neville took a deep breath, gripped his wand tightly, and took out his long sword from his pocket.

Crouch held Voldemort's index finger in his hand.

He could feel the magical power contained in this finger, which was exactly the same as the magic wand, and grinned grimly: "Yeah, it's just us."

(End of this chapter)