Chapter 1 So Penny, you are not a witch?

"Harry, Harry!"

"Wake up, the Wild Hunt is coming!"

Geralt's half-dead voice echoed in his ears.

Harry opened his eyes suddenly, struggled up from the bed, and hit his head hard on the steps with a thud.

Stairs?

He was a little dazed, covering his forehead and carefully looking at his surroundings.

It was a narrow, cramped space with no light, and there were stairs above my head. Step by step, you could still hear the tiny sounds of spiders crawling and crawling.

The most important thing is that he has a body that is so weak and small that a gryphon can fly away with just a flap of its wings.

Long-lasting memories flooded out of my mind.

This is…

"Boy, what are you holding in your hand?" Seeing that the object was not brought over, the man who was as big as a troll slammed the table and asked with a grin.

"Wizard..." Harry raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but interrupt, "My mother is also a wizard?"

as well as…

"No, how could you!" Petunia looked at Harry in shock, "You haven't entered school yet, how can you use magic?"

In the kitchen, there was a clang, and Petunia shook off the pot in her hand, rushed out, and rushed towards Harry to snatch the letter from his hand.

came back?

But how could...

The sound of shuffling footsteps came quickly from not far away. It was not very heavy and sounded anxious.

If I have the opportunity to meet the White Wolf instructor in the future, I hope he can give me a chance to sit down and explain his reasons.

Harry ducked away casually: "It seems you guys know about Hogwarts, tell me?"

With the impact of telekinesis, Fenon flew backwards and hit the dining table hard, leaving a mess all over his body.

"Oh, well, now that they have written the letter, you don't know why you have mastered magic." After a long time, Petunia sighed, pulled up the chair, and sat down, "If you want to know, I'll tell you."

Harry today...

"Letter." Harry replied simply and concisely. "My letter."

Sharper senses, hungrier body.

"Is it Ciri?"

He quietly sat up, pushed open the cupboard door, and stuck his head out - the scene in the room gradually matched those long-dusted memories.

Even... maybe he will become the first master demon hunter who can master powerful magic instead of just a few seals.

This power that can strengthen one's seal through simple exploration belongs to oneself.

Although it is incredible that the girl with ancient blood can control time and space, it is not impossible for her to send herself back to this age.

Harry nodded, washed up, and walked to the door as he remembered.

"It's not important. Now you should talk to me about Hogwarts." Harry waved his hands towards them, pulled out a chair and sat down, "I can see that you are hiding a lot of things.

I."

Harry never thought that magic was his original power - he only regarded it as a gift from coming to a strange world for no reason.

What an incredible thing.

He walked back to the kitchen with the letter, put the remaining two letters on the table, and prepared to open this letter.

Penny nodded: "Yes."

Harry was unmoved.

Petunia stared at Harry's back, frowning in confusion.

Someone is attacking!

"Wake up--" The female voice was sharp, and she was about to call the family to get up as usual, but when she saw Harry sitting on the stairs, her voice stopped abruptly.

Who would send a letter to themselves?

The memory of his childhood was already a long time ago for him, but the pain would not go away with time, it would only be engraved more clearly.

He raised his head.

"Alder!" Harry raised his hand and cast his seal.

Penny stood blankly, looking in a trance, with a complicated look on her face.

Harry rubbed his head.

Harry ignored him, opened the letter, shook off the paper, glanced at it, and raised his eyebrows: "It's a magical school called Hogwarts. They invited me to go to school."

When he was picked up by Vesemir, the oldest wolf sect demon hunter master, there were corpses of a group of demons lying next to him. This was very similar to the explosion of magic power when a magician encountered danger. He took it for granted.

Considered a source warlock.

He didn't wear glasses as usual, and his eyes...

Fenon collapsed weakly on the broken and messy dining table.

"Magic." Harry repeated the word, "It seems this letter is real?"

"You are her sister, aren't you a witch?" Harry asked.

But Yennefer checked for him and found that although there was a power in his body, it was different from the magic power used by the sorcerers.

Uncle Vernon sneered: "Who will write to you?"

This is really not good news.

He knew what Aunt Petunia was talking about.

This does not prevent him from becoming a witcher.

He can feel the magic power in his body - the magic power that is completely different from that of warlocks and demon hunters. He can also feel the impact on his body after undergoing mutations.

"You bastard, give me the letter!" Uncle Vernon stood up, strode over, and rubbed his sleeves, "You don't want to suffer any more!"

The thickest one was addressed to myself - "Mr. Harry Potter, in the cupboard under the stairs, 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey."

Now it seems that the reality... seems to be different from what he imagined.

Da da da--

But where exactly?

"Your eyes!" Penny finally discovered the source of the strangeness in her nephew, "Why did your eyes become like this?"

Uncle Vernon's eyes widened, his face full of horror, and his face instantly turned pale.

There were only three letters on the doormat.

Harry shrank his head, rolled off the stool, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Uncle Vernon who stretched out his hand.

Something is different.

But he was certain that that experience was not a dream.

My aunt's home when I was on Earth.

"Igni." Harry spoke, recited the seal rune, rubbed his fingers, and a small flame burst out, then extinguished in the blink of an eye. He still had the power of the seal.

Is it a dream, an extremely real dream?

It was difficult for him not to have such doubts - no matter what the reason was, he came back from that world, but his body returned to ten or eleven years old.

"Your parents, they are actually wizards."

"Bring it over and let me see!"

Penny's tongue was tied in her mouth: "Are you up already? Very good, you finally look like a human being today. Go, wash up, take the letter, and it's time to eat."

Amber color, vertical pupils - like a cat, also like a snake.

Thanks to his aunt's family, he is an unlovable person with no friends, whether in society or in school.

Peggy exclaimed, shrill and shrill!

Harry shook the letter in his hand: "We should be able to talk about it now."

Demon hunters are a group of mutant monsters wearing human skins. Their eyes are the biggest difference between them and normal humans.

Penny's face froze.

This reminded her of the letters she sent when she was young, the gentle writing style, the cold rejection, the words that broke her fantasy.

Puff.

His heart was stabbed hard.
Chapter completed!