Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher.

Chapter 441

Ilereth is being swallowed by the swamp.

Harry raised his wand.

A target that can hardly move is the best target.

All petrified!

The spell was hit, and a huge spray of smelly mud was splashed on the swamp. The spell fell through, and of course it wasn't Harry who missed it.

suddenly.

Illeris disappeared. He was a warrior, but he also had some unicorn blood flowing in his body, and he could also do simple teleportation—but it was far less than that of the navigator, who could open the door to travel through the world, and it could only be used on himself. He could teleport at will within a short distance.

Just like this moment.

He teleported away from the mud, and appeared behind Harry in the next second, soaring into the air and smashing down with a hammer!

Retreat the enemy three feet!
Harry turned and cast the spell.

Hit the armor on his body, and flew back with him with a whoosh.

Torn apart!

Harry's second spell followed, but it passed through the phantom of Ilereth, and he teleported again!

Appeared on the left, still hammered down.

Illeris is the most difficult opponent Harry has encountered so far, apart from Snape, Dumbledore, and Voldemort.

He is not a wizard or a warlock, but a warrior.

If it was just a simple fighter, then Harry wouldn't feel a headache.

Warriors are powerful, but their status is low, not without reason.

For anyone who needs to rely on close combat, distance is the most troublesome problem. The footsteps and skills in swordsmanship training are, in the final analysis, to increase the distance. As long as the distance is close enough, even a farmer who does not know any swordsmanship can kill a capable demon hunter with a pitchfork.

And Harry is the most restrained against this type of enemy.

Almost all of the magic he mastered was to control the effects of the battlefield. A few simple spells could make those who tried to get close to him farther and farther away.

When that person tried his best and racked his brains to get close, his physical strength and strength would be almost exhausted.

But Ilerith teleports.

He didn't care about footsteps, nor did he care about the interference of Harry's spells.

As long as he wanted to, he would appear beside Harry, maybe in front of him, maybe beside him.

Also, the weapon he uses is a hammer.

In terms of physique and strength, Harry was overwhelmed.

A hammer weighing more than 100 pounds, even if it is not driven by force, falls from the air and hits the body, it is not something that can be easily lifted, not to mention, it is still being swung by someone.

Harry fought him hard.

Just use magic spells to converse with him.

"Demon hunter!" Illeris became a little impatient, and the hammer danced more frequently and became more chaotic. "Don't you just use these little tricks, don't you mean to deal with me alone?"

"Do you think that the ancient blood and the sorceress are the opponents of the knights?"

"They might be torn apart by now!"

"What are you still fighting against?"

He yelled, his tone dry and angry.

For any person who mainly focuses on melee combat, there is nothing more aggrieved than being within the attack range but failing to hit the enemy, or even being pushed away by the enemy.

Harry was unimpressed.

He could feel that Hermione and Ciri were still in good health on another battlefield not far away.

Another spell was shot.

bang-

Ileris held the shield and bounced it back, the breath on the shield fluttered, and the magic power protecting it began to become unstable.

At the very beginning, Harry thought about using the Transfiguration Charm, twisting Illerith's weapons and armor, and killing him with what was protecting him.

but.
Aen El elves obviously wouldn't be so stupid.

Armor, shields, and weapons have magical protections that stabilize their shapes.

Again and again, Harry shot the spell, not only to harass it, but also to combat these protective spells.

This moment is an opportunity!
Harry flicked his wand and cast the Transfiguration Charm.

The shield in Ilerith's hand was twisted, and two thick steel wires extended from the handle, tightly wrapped around his wrist.

This made him feel bad.

Can the shield still entangle itself?

He let go of his hand and shook it vigorously, but the two steel bars were tightly entangled and hung on his arm, and he couldn't break free from it just by shaking it.

Ileris was decisive, raised his hammer, and threw it at the shield.

But...too late!

The shield spread out like a spider web, sinking into the gaps in the armor, binding his body firmly.

Transfiguration spells are extremely delicate.

He even wrapped around Illeris' fingers, pulled them hard, extended bone spurs into the joints, and forced his fingers to loosen one by one.

With a bang, he lost his grip on the hammer and fell, hitting the ground hard.

Harry continued to wave his wand.

The tyrannical surge of magic power hit the armor on Illeris's body. It took nearly half a minute, and the magic of the Aen Elf on the armor was roughly cracked by Harry.

slam-la-

The armor untied and turned into an iron chain, which bound Illeris's body, stretched out, flew ten meters away, and the tail turned into a huge steel block and landed.

Even if Illeris could teleport, he couldn't teleport away now.

He doesn't have the ability to teleport away with such a huge amount of steel.

Illeris' spine was broken by the wire, and he raised his head with difficulty, his eyes resting on Harry's face.

He was in a trance, and he still didn't react.

In just an instant, the battle situation was rewritten.

I was tied up and became a prisoner.

What's the matter?

Harry's eyes met his, and he couldn't help but cast a spell.

Legilimency.

He peeked at the messages inside the elves of Aen El, and quickly flipped through the memory of his conversation with Eredin.

Just two sentences.

Harry sensed something was wrong.

Eredin did not tell Ilerith about Caranthir being captured by him.

There was no mention of his collaboration with Voldemort either.

just like.
Eredin didn't know who Harry was, nor did he know what kind of means the wizard had.

But how is it possible!

A flash of inspiration flashed across Harry's mind like a lightning bolt.

Oops.

Ilerith is the bait thrown by Eredin, the purpose is to allow themselves to stay in this world, and they can know and be sure that they will stay in this world until Ilerith appears.

Tonight's raid is not the point.

The point is.
From the appearance of the scouts last night to the appearance of Ilerus this evening, this period was known by Eredin and Voldemort, and he would definitely stay in this world.

Harry looked away from Ilereth.

"What did you do to me?" Illeris gritted his teeth, his head was dizzy, and he felt like his brain had been severely violated.

Harry didn't answer him.

With a wave of the wand.

A piece of steel turned into a sharp giant axe, which fell from the sky, slashed on Ilerith's neck with great precision, and chopped off his head.

(End of this chapter)