Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher.

Chapter 408 White Frost
"Are you in a hurry?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry shook his head: "It's best to find nature sooner."

"But it's not in a hurry to do it for a day or two."

"Do you want to try another method?"

Dumbledore nodded: "Of course, Ms. Yennefer lives in the library recently, and I haven't been able to find much time to exchange magic with her, let alone she is a lady."

"If possible, I would like to see what this curse is like."

Harry tilted his head and looked at Uma: "Those three days."

"After three days, no matter what, the curse on Uma must be undone."

Dumbledore nodded: "Of course there is no problem."

they were talking.

The office door was pushed open again.

Snape walked in, saw Harry, looked him up and down several times, then turned his head and looked at Uma with surprise in his eyes: "This is the Ciri you are looking for?"

"Professor Snape, use your words, open your eyes carefully, and think about it with a mind similar to that of a troll." Harry shook his head, quoting what Snape often said, and commenting on those things in his eyes. , the words of students without talent.

Snape's face was cold: "The mouth is still alive and kicking as always."

"Because you came back, the whole of Hogwarts feels heavier, and Gryffindor will deduct ten points."

He greeted Harry warmly.

Only then did he open his mouth to analyze the situation on Wuma.

"A very clever curse."

"Very strange magic power."

"The soul is hidden in it? It looks a bit like a Horcrux."

They are all the same wrapped and hidden souls.

"This curse is not as clever as a Horcrux." Dumbledore shook his head, expressing a different opinion, "But relatively, it is very dangerous to the soul in this body."

"of course."

"The soul inside is a very tough and powerful soul, and the curse has not caused much erosion to the soul."

Harry said, "Avalakh is the soul in the body of this little monster. He is the great sage of Ain El Elf. He may be more than 300 years old, maybe more than 400 years old, or even older, more than 500 years old. ?”

"It seems that he is an elder worthy of respect." Dumbledore said, and the word "elder" was finally pronounced, even he himself felt strange.

Originally, the position of "elderly" should belong to me.

But Geralt and Yennefer can be regarded as their peers.

Now there are older ones emerging.

"Shall he fix his curse now?" Snape stared at Uma. "I might be able to provide some potions."

Harry shook his head: "Don't worry, Professor Snape, Albus wants to study for a while longer."

Dumbledore nodded.

Snape didn't speak, he stared at Uma curiously, as a wizard, he was naturally curious about unexplored areas.

"Professor Snape, I brought you many presents." Harry took out his wand, and after a while, the Sorting Hat fell from his waist and fell on the table.

Snape was taken aback, his expression was complicated, he didn't know what expression to show or what kind of reaction to have.

He's not one to take kindness very well.

Especially this blunt, undisguised kindness.

Let him be very at a loss.

In his life, for more than 30 years, he has hardly received any kindness from anyone—although there are many gifts, but those have nothing to do with "goodwill", and he never thought that the kindness that would make him so at a loss came from a person whose surname is "" Potter" guy.

He gripped the wand inside his robes.

I can't wait to use Fierce Fire Curse to destroy the Sorting Hat, as well as the onlookers, portraits, and phoenix.

Dumbledore was full of yearning, looking forward to it: "A gift?"

"what does it look like?"

Harry waved his wand: "Albus, without you."

puff puff-

The Sorting Hat vomited and spit out a bunch of things.

Some herbs whose roots are still connected to the soil, high-strength alcohol, some basic alchemy materials, and books related to basic herbs and potions.

There are also a bunch of organs with a fishy smell.

The heart and eyes of evil ghosts, the heart of water ghosts.

Of course, there will be no more monster materials.

On the way, they only encountered a few evil ghosts and a few water ghosts.

Harry went out to buy those herbs and books this morning when he was still in Novigrad - he got up too early, and some bookstores hadn't opened yet, so he came for a self-service shopping.

"Potter, you brought back a bunch of rubbish?" Snape lowered his head and looked at each of them seriously, but the words that came out of his mouth were still not polite at all.

Dumbledore stared round, still surprised: "Is there really no gift from me?"

"I didn't find candy." Harry nodded. "It's a very barren world. I even used the Disillusionment Charm to sneak into several families with children, but I couldn't find any candies."

Dumbledore was a little disappointed.

Harry looked up, and answered Snape, "These aren't rubbish."

"Herbal ingredients from another world."

Snape was suspicious.

He didn't smell any magic power from these materials.

But Harry wasn't the type to make ridiculous jokes, even though his last name was "Potter".

"Then this can barely be called a pretty good gift." Snape picked up his wand, and a few empty, pocket-sized bottles flew out from his robe, and landed on the table. Put it all in, "Has Albus told you what happened in the past few days?"

Harry shook his head.

Dumbledore cleared his throat: "I just haven't had time yet."

Snape glanced at him: "Crouch seems to have expected you to leave Hogwarts."

"And he also made corresponding arrangements."

"But he has dealt with his own memory, and I have been insinuating these days. He only wants me to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts."

"Your two little friends also often patrol the Room of Requirement."

"At least for the past few days, nothing has happened."

Harry wasn't surprised by this.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have asked Ron and Neville to do that before leaving Hogwarts.

"In that case, Hogwarts still needs to know that Harry hasn't returned." Harry looked up at the portraits on the wall.

They nodded in unison.

And in Algeria.

In a hidden cave.

"Hoarfrost, what a wonderful power." A tall, thin man wore his delicate emerald-encrusted tiara and held a glass vial in his hand.

A white substance flows inside.

Not frost, nor anything observable on a physical plane.

Like sand and dust, crystal clear white particles.

But this is not its body, but the air particles that are closest to its body and are most affected, and have been frozen and stagnant.

And this is the wonderful phenomenon called "Hoarfrost".

(End of this chapter)