Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher.

Chapter 379 I regret it
Hogwarts.

When Harry and the others went back, they happened to meet Geralt who was coming out in a short shirt, ready to exercise.

"You've been so busy that you haven't slept all night?" He could see the deep tiredness hidden on the faces of Dumbledore and Snape at a glance.

"That's obvious." Harry nodded. "Geralt, I'll see you in the Headmaster's office later."

Dumbledore kindly reminded him: "The password is a sour lollipop."

Harry and Snape looked sideways.

Strictly speaking, sour lollipops are similar to piles of cockroaches. In the perception of most little wizards, they are not as interesting snacks as "weird beans", and they are more inclined to think of them as a prank prop.

Sour candies are always popular, but this "sour lollipop" is an exception.

It is so acidic that it can cause damage to the body.

Ron was pranked with this candy by George and Fred when he was a child, burning a hole in his tongue.

He was crying so badly that his cries could be heard from all corners of the Burrow, of course...not louder than George and Fred's, and there's a story about it in Ottery-St. Catchpole There are rumors of ghosts in time, although there are often such rumors in this village, but those weird things usually happen on the nearby mountain called Ferret.

The difference that time happened in the south of the village, facing the Ferret Mountain far away.

Even for adults, eating this kind of candy will make your throat and tongue uncomfortable.

"Don't look at me like that." Dumbledore shook his head. "I don't like this kind of candy. It's just that I don't like it recently. It's like eating a sour lollipop."

Snape turned his head back and pursed his lips.

Geralt continued to go out for morning exercises.

Snape didn't need to prepare lessons, and went back to his office to rest. He had to prepare. When Harry and the others came back, he had to go to Crouch and find out what he had to say.

Harry and Dumbledore got busy, blocking all the secret passages they knew.

Call the house-elves too, the castle is all they have, and they know things better than wizards, big and small.

just
The consistent experience has made Harry and Dumbledore understand that such creatures are sometimes unreliable, even if they are loyal and have no thought, but their brains are poor and they are too easy to be manipulated.They are incapable of resisting a wizard's spell.

Harry checked their memories to make sure that the only thing that had been erased from their minds was the Room of Requirement and no other secret passages.

Wait until they get back to the principal's office.

Geralt also returned from training.

Harry told him what had happened in the early morning, emphasizing the two letters in particular.

"Wild Hunt is less eager to find Ciri?" Geralt breathed a sigh of relief, "This is good news."

Harry shook his head: "I'm afraid it's not that good."

"If magic can't solve Hoarfrost, Ciri is their last guarantee."

"But if Hoarfrost can be solved, Ciri is the blood of the ancients."

Harry doesn't know how the magic that the Wild Hunt teleports between worlds is cast, but judging from their wild hunting and eagerness to capture Ciri, they shuttle between worlds, I'm afraid it doesn't seem So free and convenient.

If you solve Baishuang, even use the power of Baishuang for your own use.

Ain Hill, an extremely fanatical and warlike race, would probably be more eager for the blood of the ancients.

Geralt reacted immediately after Harry's first words.

He sighed.

"Any catch from Yennefer?" Harry asked him.

Geralt shook his head, a little helpless: "You know Ye."

That is a lonely woman, free like a floating cloud, unless she really finds something necessary, she will rarely take the initiative to send back any news.

"I might know something," Dumbledore said.

The two of them looked over.

"You should have guessed it." Dumbledore went on, "She asked me for permission to use two house elves, and she uses them every day, so I can get some information from the house elves."

"Now she seems to have discovered Galahad's tomb, and pouted, and found something."

Speaking of which, Dumbledore paused.

"That's Galahad."

The most holy knight, in the legend of Great Britain, has a high status, the only one who can hold the Holy Grail.

Harry and Geralt exchanged glances.

"So do we," Harry said softly.

Dumbledore was startled, looked at them, and sighed: "If Ms. Yennefer finds anything big, the house elf will notify me as soon as possible."

I forgot
These people are lawless and have nothing to fear.

"Next, we have to go to Godric's Hollow." He stood up and held out his hand to Harry and Geralt.

Geralt looked up: "Could there be another way?"

The situation is not urgent enough to rush over immediately.

If possible, he didn't want to experience such a painful thing for a witcher on such a refreshing morning.

"Don't like Apparating?" Dumbledore withdrew his hand. "How about the Knight Bus?"

Harry's expression changed.

Geralt didn't notice, and let out a long sigh of relief: "That's really nice."

He used to take the bus as a means of transportation. When he was in Germany, he liked that kind of transportation very much. It was convenient, fast, and cheap—he is now about the same as Harry who just came back, and he still can’t adapt well. rich life.

Dumbledore snapped his fingers: "Then we'll take the Knight Bus, and I haven't tried this way of traveling for a long time."

Harry sighed.

They walked out of Hogwarts and stood at the entrance of Hogsmeade.

Dumbledore raised his wand.

The breath of magic gushes out from a distance, a purple bus flashes bright headlights, jumps and squeezes away the surrounding buildings, runs like a rabbit, scoffs loudly, and stops at them with a hunched back. In front of him, there was a long black tire mark.

With a "bang", the door was pushed open heavily.

"Knight Bus is at your service!" Stan Sampak shouted cheerfully, "No matter where, no matter when, Knight Bus will always help passengers in need."

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"Harry Potter?"

"Albus Dumbledore?"

"And this... a certain senior from the Potter family? The Potter family still has danger" He almost spit out the rest of the sentence, and smiled awkwardly at Harry, "Mr. Potter, you It’s been a long time since I took the Knight Bus.”

Harry nodded expressionlessly: "Thank you, you have been operating for so many years, have you not changed your style?"

"We will continue to be passionate!" Stan Sampak opened his arms, "Where are the three going?"

"Godric's Hollow?"

"But today doesn't seem like the weekend."

Dumbledore was the first to step up and stepped on the bus: "Dear Stan, I am the headmaster of Hogwarts, and Mr. Potter is allowed to take the holiday by me."

"The principal personally approves the leave, and he can still walk out of the school." Stan Sampak said softly, "When I was in school, this was what I hoped for the most."

The driver of the Knight Bus, Ern Pullan said quietly: "However, the thing I want most now is to leave the steering wheel behind and go back to Hogwarts."

"Professor Dumbledore, does Hogwarts allow graduates to return to school and recast?"

Dumbledore responded to him: "Ern, Pomona will be very happy, but Minerva will be very angry. I remember you almost got the certificate for the Transfiguration Charm."

Ern Pulan didn't speak anymore, he was still a little terrified when he thought of Professor McGonagall.

Dumbledore took out three Galleons, but without change, he ordered a cup of hot chocolate.

Harry pushed Geralt onto the bus.

The Knight Bus was exceptionally quiet today, except that they had no customers, which made Harry a little relieved.

"I regret it now." Geralt found a seat and sat down, staring at the window, a little helpless.

He's seen flying cars.

Regardless of Sirius or Mr. Arthur Weasley's, it is acceptable to fly in the air without wings and should be flying on the ground.

I have also seen the means of transportation of ordinary people.

The only thing I never thought was that a vehicle with several wheels would come by jumping.

After finally welcoming the passengers, Ern Pulan seemed a little excited and drove the car on a rampage. Fortunately, they were the only passengers in the car. No matter how excited he was, he was only given half an hour to play freely.

After more than 800 seconds, the seconds are like years.

The Knight Bus stops in front of Godric's Hollow.

"My dear passengers, Godric's Hollow has arrived." Stan Thorpak said cheerfully.

The door is open.

Geralt went down first, gulping in the fresh, cold air.

In terms of feelings, the Knight Bus is not as good as the teleportation spell, but apparation and teleportation spells are all a matter of blinking and breathing. The experience of the Knight Bus is too long.

Dumbledore handed over the hot chocolate in his hand, which he had never touched, just for this time.

Geralt took it: "Thank you."

The warm hot chocolate filled my stomach, and my whole body was refreshed.

"I thought it would be used on Harry." Dumbledore waved his wand, making the empty cup go away.

"Harry, you should have stopped me." Geralt shook his head, stepped on the snow, and followed Harry into Godric's Hollow.

Everyone is a witcher.

Shouldn't it be very clear in my heart whether I can accept the Knight Bus?

"Geralt, you know what I'm going to say." Harry looked back at him.

Geralt sighed: "If I could do magic, I would definitely turn you into a wolf cub."

Harry didn't speak, and used the Animagus.

A handsome white wolf lightly landed on the ground, looked back at Geralt, and walked forward with its head shaking.

Geralt scooped up a snowball and threw it at him.

Dumbledore followed them, smiling kindly.

Just when Harry dodged the third snowball, swung it away with a tail, and ran towards Dumbledore, they finally reached the first room.

(End of this chapter)