Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher.

Chapter 473 Dumbledore, Come

Toussaint is a rich country.

Not only in material conditions, but also in spirit.

If you had to pick one country that would satisfy any witcher, it would be here.

People here hardly swear to demon hunters, and they even treat each other with kindness and courtesy.

There's nothing like that for a witcher.

But Vesemir almost never sets foot in the country, to this day.

Just like many demon hunters, and even many men, with a strong and handsome body and an agile mind, one will naturally become a suave person.

He also had many stories with many women.

Among them was a Countess of Toussaint.

They fell in love at first sight and then fell in love.

It's just that the ending wasn't so good. Even in a country like Toussaint, the love affair between a demon hunter and a nobleman is not very acceptable.

Vesemir was having a tryst with the Countess that day.

His brother suddenly came to catch someone. Vesemir was a witcher, so of course he wouldn't be caught so easily.

It became a knot, and Vesemir hasn't had a long-term relationship in the decades since.

Time always heals everything.

Since Vesemir came to the Duke of Toussaint, he has been living in the house of the Countess.Not only did he never forget, but the Countess also never forgot about him, and kept the clothes that he was flustered and didn't wear on his body.

With the help of the countess, Geralt and Yennefer's wedding went more smoothly.

They prepared the venue and prepared the costumes.

Ciri is the bridesmaid and Harry is the best man.

The wedding is very simple, there is no big scene, just a group of the most intimate friends, the witchers, the sorceresses, Dandelion and the others, and of course there are always some sub-human creatures.

Under the gate of intertwined white roses and pink hydrangeas.

Vesemir looked solemn.

"Geralt of Rivia, are you willing to marry the lady in front of you? Regardless of poverty, wealth, disease, or health."

Geralt nodded and said softly, "Yes, I would."

"Yennefer of Van Gerberg, are you willing to marry the man in front of you? Regardless of poverty, wealth, disease, or health."

Yennefer also nodded: "Yes, I would."

"Actually, we've always been like this, haven't we?"

Most of the people present had no wedding experience. They regarded it as a magnificent party, and after the bride and groom swore their oaths, they started to make noise.

Harry lit the fireworks, bringing the atmosphere to a climax.

Holding the glass of wine, Hermione watched this scene longingly.

The future should be more lively than this.

In another world, Hogwarts.

The time has unknowingly come to September [-]st.

Professor McGonagall's face turned dark, and he sat on a chair, staring at Dumbledore in front of him: "Albus, Harry hasn't come back yet!"

Dumbledore said softly, "Minerva, don't worry so much."

Mag gritted his teeth: "I'm not worried about him, but the sorting hat is in his hands!"

"How should we classify tonight?"

Dumbledore was startled, and pursed his lips: "That's just a hat, isn't the real sorting hat still in this world?"

Mag restrained his expression and remained expressionless: "You mean that motorcycle?"

Dumbledore said nothing.

Mag continued: "The motorcycle that just came out of the Antarctic, crossed the Indian Ocean and the Mediterranean Sea, and made a lot of noise in several countries?"

"Of course it is." Dumbledore nodded with difficulty.

Mag laughed brightly, "So at the opening dinner tonight, I'm going to push a motorcycle and let the little wizards wear that kind of thing on their heads?"

"Why not ride on the car?" Dumbledore asked cautiously.

Mag's face turned cold in an instant: "What do you think?"

Dumbledore spread his hands: "But we have nothing else to do."

"Tonight, please trouble Principal Dumbledore to hold the sorting ceremony in person." McGonagall stood up and spoke calmly, with unusual determination that could not be refuted.

Dumbledore was helpless: "But I haven't done this for a long time."

Mag smiled coldly, got up and left.

Wait until evening.

The Hogwarts Express arrived at the station, and the students walked into the castle one after another.

On the Gryffindor long table, Neville, who had recovered his body, probed: "Where are Harry and Hermione?"

"I didn't see them on the train just now. I sent them many letters this summer, but they didn't reply to me."

He is eager.

This summer, grandma urged herself to invite Harry and Hermione over many times. They not only changed her grandson, but also changed the Longbottom family.

Personal revenge, what a wonderful word.

It's just a pity that I haven't been able to get in touch.

Ron shook his head: "I heard from them that they seem to have gone to Geralt's wedding."

"Probably not back yet."

Neville sighed: "Okay, then wait for them to come back."

His gaze turned to the teacher's table.

The seat of Professor McGonagall is empty - this is normal, the annual sorting ceremony is organized by Professor McGonagall.

But the seat of Professor Dumbledore was also vacant.

Some students have already whispered and discussed why they couldn't see Dumbledore.

Fortunately, the faces of several professors were very relaxed, and they were even looking forward to something, which prevented the little wizards from spreading their thoughts on bad things.

soon.

Professor McGonagall led the little wizards in.

But... everyone felt a little strange, and always felt that something was out of harmony, as if something was missing.

The sorting hat!
Soon the little wizard discovered that the tall triangular stool was missing, and the old but amiable hat was also missing.

Just when they were still wondering, the door of the auxiliary hall opened with a bang, and Dumbledore rode a motorcycle, flew in from outside with a whistling sound, and landed in front of the teacher's bench.

A few fresh leaves fell together.

Dumbledore got out of the car: "Aha, what a novel experience."

The little wizards looked at each other.

They finally knew what was going on with the look of anticipation on the faces of the professors.

this way of playing
"For some reason, the body of our Sorting Hat cannot come over." Dumbledore said softly, "Although this is a motorcycle, it is also a Sorting Hat."

Headlights flicker.

The Sorting Hat greeted loudly: "Happy new semester, little wizards of Hogwarts, it makes me so happy to see you again."

It took a deep breath, shook the headlights, and sang happily.

This summer vacation, I had a lot of fun going out with Sirius, but he never forgot about singing.

The Hogwarts students were relieved.

Although a motorcycle is somewhat unacceptable.

But the soul of the Sorting Hat is still that hat.

(End of this chapter)