Hogwarts: Harry Potter's Return from the Witcher World-Chapter 403: Terrible

Broomsticks?

What good would those do right now?

And how did a hat produce something so big?

"We're going to fly over," Harry said, holding a broomstick and casting a spell on it before handing it to Hermione. "Don't worry, it's perfectly safe. Wizards have many ways to handle situations like this."

He waved his wand again, creating a window in the wall big enough for them to pass through.

Priscilla gasped. "Oh, my room... That's not my property!"

"It'll be restored," Harry reassured her, mounting his broom and kicking off lightly. He floated into the air, a soft gust of wind swirling around the room.

It felt as if a breeze brushed past, slipping out the newly opened window.

"Harry can fly now?" Zoltan seemed excited. "That's great news! He can turn invisible, he can fly... Get Dandelion back quickly, and come back safely too."

Harry nodded to them, casting a Disillusionment Charm on both himself and his broomstick.

Another gust of wind, and Priscilla and Zoltan knew Harry had flown out.

The window Harry had magically created began to seal itself up, returning to its original form as if it had never been altered.

"Can sorcerers do that?" Priscilla stared in shock.

She had been fortunate enough to avoid the trials of being sold to a sorceress academy like Yennefer and had grown up relatively comfortably.

But in Novigrad, encountering sorcerers was rare.

Even if she did, none had ever displayed magic quite like that.

"Maybe," Zoltan said thoughtfully. "But not with that kind of smoothness."

They talked about this strange kind of magic while Harry and Hermione soared through the sky.

"Harry?" Hermione called out quietly after taking off.

She wasn't exactly scared, just a bit uneasy about not being able to see him.

"I'm right behind you," Harry's voice came promptly.

"Where's Temple Isle? How do we get there?" Hermione asked.

"Head north," Harry replied. "You see that big red building? That's the place."

Temple Isle was a section of Novigrad, the main stronghold of the Eternal Fire sect.

It was also the most luxurious and well-guarded area in the city.

They reached it swiftly.

"What do we do next?" Hermione hovered above the red structure, gazing down at the area below.

A massive brazier burned brightly, its flames flickering with intense light.

Faithful believers knelt around it, murmuring prayers.

Guards dressed in red-and-white armor patrolled with heavy steps, as devout as the worshippers.

Not easy to approach.

Especially when they were invisible.

"Just follow my lead," Harry said softly.

Hermione flinched as she suddenly felt a cool, faint sensation wrap around her wrist.

It was an invisible rope, tying her gently.

But she quickly steadied herself.

It was Harry's magic.

She followed the invisible pull, descending to a ledge below the castle walls.

Harry stowed away both broomsticks.

He pulled out the Invisibility Cloak, draping it over both of them, and lifted the Disillusionment Charm.

With a soft swoosh, Hermione's cheeks flushed.

Her face was almost pressed against Harry's chin.

Back in their first year, the Invisibility Cloak had comfortably covered three of them.

Now, it barely fit the two of them.

"Follow me," Harry whispered, bending low and wrapping Hermione tightly against him.

They moved silently.

The temple guards remained oblivious, still diligently patrolling.

The stone buildings, despite being branded with the "Eternal Fire" emblem, were damp and musty inside.

A chill crept through the air.

Compared to the heavy guard presence outside, the inside seemed almost lax.

Only solitary patrols moved through the halls.

That was just the opportunity Harry needed.

They found a lone guard.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

Harry flicked his wand swiftly, casting the spell nonverbally.

Next came the Levitation Charm.

They floated the petrified guard into an empty room.

Harry pulled off the Invisibility Cloak.

Hermione enchanted the room—sealing the door and casting a silencing charm.

Harry took out a vial of Veritaserum, his other hand flicking to release the guard from the spell.

"A sorcerer!" the guard shouted, eyes wide with fear. "A sorcerer has invaded the temple!"

"Don't shout," Harry grabbed the guard's jaw. "I need your help with something."

"Pah! Witcher, I'll never—" The guard spat at him, but Harry casually leaned to the side.

The filthy spit splattered against the wall, deflected by a small, invisible shield charm.

"It's not up to you," Harry murmured, forcing the Veritaserum into the guard's mouth.

A few moments later...

"Where is Dandelion being held?" Harry asked.

"In the prison on the second basement floor," the guard responded obediently, eyes clouded. "Third cell on the left corridor."

"Excellent. Thank you for your cooperation," Harry grinned.

The guard's face twisted in terror.

"Obliviate."

Harry erased the last few minutes of his memory.

"Stupefy!"

A flash of red light struck the guard. He crumpled to the ground, unconscious and unaware.

Harry and Hermione donned the Invisibility Cloak again, lifting the enchantments on the room.

"No one's outside," Harry said as he opened the door.

They moved stealthily towards the prison.

The guards outside the prison were far more numerous.

Six of them patrolled back and forth, moving in pairs.

"You take the left; I'll take the right," Harry whispered into Hermione's ear.

She nodded.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

They cast their spells simultaneously.

All six guards fell, paralyzed where they stood.

In a situation like this, the Body-Bind Curse worked much better than a Stunning Spell.

No risk of them crashing loudly to the floor.

However...

Without the guards' chatter, the prison grew eerily silent.

Dandelion couldn't sleep.

The living conditions were horrendous: a damp straw mat, crawling with bedbugs, cockroaches, and fleas—vermin that thrived in such squalor.

He hadn't bathed in days, and it made his skin itch.

"This is truly awful," he muttered to himself.

His self-pity was usually met with silence.

But this time, there was a response.

"Yes, it is truly awful," replied a deep voice.

Dandelion froze, spine stiffening as chills crept up his back.

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