Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher.

Chapter 390 Leave it to you
"Professor Snape," Harry said.

But I haven't had time to say it yet.

Snape interrupted immediately: "Shut up, Potter."

"Twenty points deducted from Gryffindor for contradicting the professor!"

"Don't promote your Gryffindor's shortcomings here, and jump out to be a hero? But besides the Imperius Curse, what else do you know?"

"You know how to cast a spell?"

"Do you know how to control people's hearts?"

"Do you know the rules for casting the Imperius Curse?"

"Know nothing, Potter, you don't need to tell me, I know your brain is empty and you don't know anything."

Then, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Dumbledore: "Including Albus, you too, don't laugh, I admit that you know a lot about black magic, but you know nothing about the Imperius Curse."

"In this world, the person who plays the Imperius Curse best is Voldemort, and the best group of people are the Death Eaters."

"As far as I know, Grindelwald doesn't seem to have used the Imperius Curse?"

"Professional matters should be left to professionals."

Snape pulled out his wand, his own.

Harry looked over.

Birch, snake nerve, thirteen and a half inches.

This is a wand that is completely different from Snape's temperament, and it can even be said to be the opposite.

Ollivander rarely used "birch-like" materials for wands.

In his own published book, he also mentioned the reason.

Of course, birch and birch are two very different materials.

Umbridge used birch, a material that Ollivander rated as mediocre, with little talent, and difficult to adapt to a normal little wizard.

However, birch wood has been completely different from birch wood, and has a very high evaluation.

The reason why Ollivander did not choose this material was not because it was not easy to use, but because it was too special—different from elderberry, which symbolizes death, and English oak, which symbolizes new life, birch is a kind of wood that symbolizes life and vitality at the same time. Dead wood, sacred and beautiful.

It is difficult for a wizard to satisfy both these qualities.

And Professor Snape holding a birch wand.

Neither holy nor beautiful.

"Out of body." Without waiting for Harry to say anything, Snape raised his wand and almost couldn't wait to recite the spell.

On the ground, Caranthir's body trembled, and his eyes became blurred.

Snape's wand exuded an unusually evil aura.

Even the shadow he cast on the wall was slightly skewed, with an irregular and piercing blur.

One spell after another was played.

Snape completed the final complement to the Imperius Curse.

"From now on, you will fully obey Harry Potter's orders." He spoke and ordered.

Caranthir said in a trance: "Yes."

Geralt couldn't help shivering: "It's really a terrible magic."

Snape glanced at him, and put away his wand.

"Are you and Yennefer going back with me?" Harry asked him.

Geralt was silent for a while, then shook his head: "I think Ye should be more willing to stay here."

"Even if you don't look for Shirley, that thing on your head is a very tricky thing."

He paused slightly: "Harry, you are now a very reliable witcher."

"We still have a lot to deal with with Wild Hunt, and that Voldemort."

"Go and find Ciri and bring her here. Anyway, we can go back anytime with her, and we can go back to the correct time, can't we?"

With a flick of his wand, Harry stuffed Caranthir into his pocket.

"Potter, I have to remind you." After Harry and Geralt finished speaking, Snape went on to add, "No magic can last forever."

"I don't understand the difference between the Wild Hunt and wizards, or hemp, or normal people."

"I'm not sure when the Imperius Curse will take effect, but based on your attainments in brain defense and Legilimency, it shouldn't be difficult to tell whether he has tried to break through the control of the Imperius Curse."

"If you find out, don't take any chances and come back to me to consolidate the magic."

Harry looked at him.

Snape stared back curtly.

"Thank you, Professor Snape." Harry said softly.

Snape frowned, and threw his head back: "Don't say such sticky, slug-like disgusting things, Potter, ten points from Gryffindor, because you disgust me."

Harry smiled at them.

Talked to Geralt some more, and left the headmaster's office.

Even without confirming that Voldemort's Horcrux is in Wild Hunt's possession.Now that Caranthir was captured, Harry had to go back no matter what, to find Ciri and protect her at Hogwarts, which was much safer than Ciri fleeing alone.

Gryffindor common room.

Lively as always.

Neville is no longer the Neville of the past. Although he is not handsome enough, he has a strong body. After killing Bellatrix with his own hands, his personality has become much more cheerful. The number of girls who favor her has not changed, but in Among the younger students, Neville was very popular.

Who can resist a good senior who is gentle and safe like a big bear, and can ask questions anytime and anywhere, and even copy homework?

Harry walked in, waving to Hermione, Ron, and Neville.

They froze and walked out of the living room.

The little lions didn't dare to stop Neville, a group of people held the parchment and watched Neville go away regretfully.

Tower roof.

Harry persuaded a couple of dating couples to leave, waved his wand, checked to make sure that there were no other people on the rooftop, or any Animagus, and cast a spell to seal the entrance to the rooftop.

"So cautious?" Ron looked back at the golden thread on the ground.

It is exactly the same spell that Dumbledore cast for the Goblet of Fire in the Triwizard Tournament.

"I might take a long vacation," Harry said softly, looking at Hermione.

Hermione thumped in her heart: "Long vacation?"

"Where are you going?"

Harry briefly explained: "The Wild Hunt was dispatched tonight and attacked Mr. Scamander. He was fine, but we were lucky and caught a Wild Hunt pilot. I may go to that world next."

"Looking for the Ancient Blood?" Hermione asked.

Harry nodded.

Hermione took a deep breath, clenched her fists, hesitated again and again, but still didn't ask to go together.

"I'm going alone this time," said Harry, waving his wand.

The Gryffindor sword came out of the Sorting Hat and fell into Neville's hands.

Neville looked at him suspiciously, puzzled.

"Neville, Crouch, Barty Crouch Jr. is at Hogwarts." Harry looked him in the eyes.

Neville exerted his strength and clenched the hilt of his sword: "When can I kill him?"

"Be patient a little longer." Harry said softly, "During the time I'm away, the sword of Gryffindor will be handed over to you. If anything happens and Crouch escapes from the shackles, he will hand it over to you."

Neville nodded and replied calmly, "Of course, I will."

(End of this chapter)