Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher.

Chapter 454 Gail
Ciri took a deep breath and raised her hands.

She was already familiar with the matter of crossing the world, but opening the door of the world—even a tiny door, was quite a challenge for her.

Before, it was all about intuition and instinct.

But now, she needs to grasp this instinct and evolve it into her own ability.

She closed her eyes.

Power surges in the palm of your hand.

Dumbledore's fingers trembled accordingly, and he felt this power, deep and powerful, which shattered the entire world in an instant.

The dark golden light flickered, and storms and thunder appeared, disrupting the entire office.

The portraits exclaimed.

Godric started swearing.

Dumbledore and Harry raised their hands together, pressed their wands down, and the storm gathered in a small circle.

After a few minutes.

The dark golden light stabilized, and the storm and thunder gradually subsided.

A frameless vortex door opens.

"Oh, all right." Ciri opened her eyes and looked at her hands in amazement.

It went so smoothly, she herself felt a little inconceivable.

Ye Naifa came to her side: "Hey Ri, how do you feel?"

Avallac answered for him: "This is the power that Ciri already possessed, she just didn't expect to be able to do this, but it is very simple for her, and it will not bring any burden to her body."

Yennefer glared at him.

"I feel fine now." Ciri replied softly.

"Harry, are you leaving?" Dumbledore looked at him and asked.

"Come on." Harry went through the door first.

Geralt approached, covering his face: "My God, I hate teleportation!"

Gritting his teeth, he walked in like a hero.

Others followed one after another.

Dumbledore was the last one. He looked at Godric and the motorcycle in the office: "I didn't expect to live for more than 100 years and have the opportunity to go to another world."

"If there's anything at school, let Minerva handle it herself."

Godric nodded in response: "She is more suitable to be the principal than you."

Dumbledore waved his hand and stepped into the door.

The dark golden vortex shook, setting off a weak wave, which disappeared in place.

They appear under a pavilion.

Lush green plants and gurgling water.

The sun is pouring down, one left and one right, and the special structure of the pavilion, which is similar to a room, just blocks most of the sunlight, leaving only a few just right to diffuse in.

"Two suns?" Dumbledore looked up, keenly capturing this.

This is somewhat beyond his cognition.

Hermione was calm, and explained: "The sun should actually be called a star, a celestial body that emits light, and two suns, but it proves that the whole world is very close to the two stars."

Dumbledore nodded. He has a wealth of knowledge in astronomy and can barely understand: "The knowledge of ordinary people?"

Hermione nodded: "Their exploration of the world, except for the field of magic, is far better than wizards."

Dumbledore was amazed.

"Where is this place?" Geralt looked around, he could hear footsteps wandering in the distance, there were guards, but it didn't sound so tight.

"Awakening Palace." Avalak said, "Where Gail lives now."

"At this time, he should be in the study."

Harry and Dumbledore raised their wands at the same time.

It's just that the spells cast by the two are different this time.

Harry cast the Disillusionment Charm, enveloping them all.

Dumbledore didn't recite the spell, but just flicked his wrists, and the magic power covered them. Everyone could see each other under the phantom body, and a thin barrier was buckled in a hemispheric manner: "Don't worry, as long as they don't come to me Within the range of magic, you can't hear the movement we make."

"It's a wise choice. There are already people," Geralt said, turning his head to look behind him. "Three, in armor."

"They're not the ones we're dealing with." Harry shook his head, waved his wand, and stepped forward.

Others follow.

A broom the size of a palm stayed here, following all the way, carefully disposing of their footprints.

shortly after they left.

The three soldiers patrolled here, but found nothing. They thought it was the wind, which misheard them, raised their weapons again, and then patrolled to other places.

The Aen El elves are highly artistic.

Hermione was amazed that this level of aesthetics was almost on par with the country that had just fallen apart a few years ago. It was just different from that huge and magnificent style. The Aen and Elf elves were more graceful, perhaps because there were two suns in this world. They could always build and carve amazing beauty in a constrained framework and in subtle places.

Like the ubiquitous beauty, there are ubiquitous guards.

They are sharp.

Guessed, intuited, even sent a warlock, but nothing.

They pause and walk.

until a closed door.

"Here, this is Gail's study." Avalak stopped.

Harry and Geralt exchanged glances.

Geralt pushed the door open, rolled in, raised his hand, and Quinn's golden shield enveloped him.

Harry followed, casting a spell that silenced the sound of the room.

Others came in one after another.

Snape was the last one, and with a flick of his wand, he blocked the entire door.

In the room, behind the table, sat only one elf.

When Snape finished casting the spell, he turned his head.

He raised his head slowly, his white hair was carefully groomed, and he had a leisurely demeanor, not at all like the appearance of nearly ten criminals who suddenly broke into his room.

"Someone told me just now that someone seems to have broken into the palace, but they haven't been able to find any trace." Gail whispered softly, crossing his hands on the table, "It seems to be you?"

He stood up, politely, and said Ciri's and Avallac's full names.

"As well as Geralt of Rivia, Yennefer of Van Gerberg, Harry the Snake Whisperer, and some strange friends I don't know."

"Your visit really surprised me."

"Want something to drink?"

Harry said, "Do you think our group came here to ask you for tea?"

Dumbledore smiled and said, "I'd like to try it a little bit, and I can provide some refreshments, Hermione, can you make macarons?"

A little surprise appeared in Gail's eyes.

He looked at Avallac, then at Geralt.

He thought it would be Geralt or Yennefer who made the decision in this group of people, but he didn't expect that it would be the younger witcher and the very old man whom he had never heard of. Warlock.

Hermione nodded.

With a wave of his wand, Harry conjured up a set of tables: "Then let's sit down and have a drink."

"Exactly, we have a lot of things we want to talk to you about."

Gale looked at the pile of deformed creations in silence.

(End of this chapter)