Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher.

Chapter 416 Wake Up

Chapter 416 Wake Up

Several dwarves struggled and yelled.

"What do you want to do, witcher?"

"Damn it, let us go."

It was a headache.

Hermione flicked her wand, and their mouths opened and closed, but no more sound came out.

She frowned, looked at Harry uneasily, and noticed the woman on the bed out of the corner of her eye.

died.

No witcher senses, no further examination.

She could tell that the woman on the bed was dead and lifeless.

"She's Ciri?" Hermione asked, "Probably not."

She looked into Harry's eyes without any emotion, not even hers.

There was a hint of luck in the words that came out of his mouth.

Hair, looks, description.

Both perfectly fit "a young gray-haired woman with a scar on her face".

I don't have any special feelings for Ciri and Hermione.

Knowing that she is like a daughter to Yennefer and Geralt, and like a sister to Harry.

She was worried about Harry's state.

A long-sought, vitally important man, boasting across two worlds, restlessly searching, only to find a dead body in the end.

"She's Ciri." Harry said, his voice was soft and hoarse.

Hermione didn't know what to say, she grabbed the hem of her clothes.

"It looks like she's dead, but maybe it's a way to escape from the Wild Hunt." Harry said, his voice was a little firm, but also somewhat self-comforting, "Go back to Avalakh, he should know something."

At the first glance, panic and panic are inevitably born.

Death is hard to deceive.

But why?

Obviously his last timeline, Geralt took Ciri back.

The Butterfly Effect?

Or some weird effect?

What irreparable consequences did the chaos of the timeline bring?

Harry took a deep breath and grabbed Hermione's hand.

Hermione was surprised, she was surprised by the temperature of Harry's palm - she had never felt that Harry's hand could be so cold, but without hesitation, she immediately held it back, holding both hands together.

"And I didn't feel the breath of death on her." Holding Hermione's hand, the warmth from the palm gave him the strength to continue speaking, "You know, I have been to the underworld and felt it." There is no breath of death on her."

Hermione didn't speak, just held his hand tightly and pressed it to his side.

"No matter what, I still have to take it back." Harry raised his hand and waved his wand.

Simply and neatly recite the floating spell.

"Wingardim Leviosa."

Ciri floated up, about to fly into the sorting hat.

The white ball of light flew towards Ciri and merged into her forehead.

The breath of breathing gradually recovered.

The sound of the heartbeat is also gradually beating.

Harry looked surprised, breathed a sigh of relief, regained his strength, clasped Hermione's hand together: "It seems to be the strange magic of elves."

"The vitality is sealed."

Can hide from the eyes of the witcher.

With a flick of his wand, Ciri dropped back onto the bed.

She also just woke up, opened her eyes, and saw two people at the door: "Harry, and this one"

"My lover." Harry raised his hand, leading Hermione's hand, "First time, she is Hermione, Hermione Granger."

Ciri's eyes lit up: "Lover!"

"I haven't seen you for so long, it seems that a lot of interesting things have happened to you."

Harry nodded: "It's really interesting."

He raised his wand, lit a fire in the fireplace, and two more chairs appeared, one for him and Hermione, while Ciri sat on the bed.

"Is this the magic of your world?" Ciri asked with interest.

"Didn't you see Merlin when you met?" Harry asked her.

Ciri shook her head: "At that time, the magic in your world was not yet mature enough, and you needed to chant long, long lines to cast a spell."

"It's far from convenient."

Hermione took out black tea and desserts from the Sorting Hat, turned out the table, and closed the door to prevent the cold wind from coming out.

"You were making preparations when you got back to Old Britain?" Harry asked.

Shirley nodded, turned out black tea, and nodded in thanks: "Yes, you can hardly imagine what kind of surprise it would be for a character who lived in my bedtime stories when I was a child to suddenly appear in front of my eyes."

Ciri and Harry have an age difference, a gap of more than ten years.

After she was brought back to Kaer Morhen by Geralt.

As the youngest and closest Harry, he naturally has a responsibility to take care of the children.

So he brought out some stories from his own world.

King Arthur and his knights of the round table, the wizard Merlin, and of course the stories of the three little pigs.

She took a sip of black tea and said pleasantly: "Oh, my God, not only magic, but also the taste of food has evolved a lot."

"No, I think there should be no change." Harry shook his head blankly. "The black tea is from Sri Lanka, the dessert is from France, and apart from me and Hermione, nothing else is from Great Britain."

"That's really bad news." Ciri sighed.

She continued: "Especially after I met Merlin and Pendragon, I am even more sure that this is Harry's world."

"A lot of things that puzzled me have answers all at once."

"Why do you have so many wonderful powers in your body, why do you learn the seal so quickly, and why you have such powerful power in your hands."

"At that time, what I was most concerned about was actually Geralt and Yennefer."

"Merlin told me that the Golden Apple Island has the power to revive Geralt and Yennefer, but I have already signed an oath with Lilian, so I can no longer enter the Golden Apple Island."

"As for Merlin, although he was able to get in, he was kicked out a long time ago. For some special reasons, he couldn't get in, and the others didn't have that ability."

Speaking of this, Shirley took another sip of black tea, picked up a piece of macaron, swallowed it, and continued: "So I tried to use some of the power of the ancient blood to predict the future related to Harry and you, so I let you With Merlin's help, a garden was built in that forest, leaving some traces."

"Harry, you will definitely find the clues and bring Geralt and Yennefer back to life."

"what's the result?"

Harry nodded and smiled: "Geralt and Yennefer are fine now, alive and kicking."

"That's good." Ciri happily looked at the teapot.

With a flick of her wand, Hermione refilled her glass.

"Thank you." Shirley nodded, tilting his head, "But how did you come to this world? Have the wizards researched the magic to travel through the world?"

Harry shook his head: "Actually, we caught someone."

He's a little on the sorting hat.

A person floated out.

The dwarves were terrified.

Ciri also exclaimed, "Calanthir, did you catch him?"

Of course she knew the man.

(End of this chapter)