Hogwarts: Harry Potter's Return from the Witcher World

Ciri took a deep breath and raised her hands.

World-hopping was something she had long since mastered, but opening a gate between worlds—even a small one—was still a considerable challenge.

Before, she had relied solely on instinct.

Now she needed to grasp that instinct and turn it into controllable power.

She closed her eyes.

Magic pulsed in her palms.

Dumbledore’s fingers twitched in response to the force. It was deep, powerful—enough to shatter a world in an instant.

Golden light flickered. Storms and lightning erupted, tossing the entire office into chaos.

Portraits shouted in alarm. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Even Godric Gryffindor began cursing.

Dumbledore and Harry raised their wands together and pressed downward, condensing the storm into a small circle.

After several minutes, the golden light stabilized. The storm and thunder gradually subsided.

A frameless vortex gate opened.

"Oh! Done," Ciri opened her eyes, marveling at her hands.

Even she was surprised at how smoothly it had gone.

Yennefer stepped over. "Ciri, how do you feel?"

Avallac’h answered for her, "This is her innate power. She just didn’t expect she could do it—but for her, it’s effortless and won’t strain her body."

Yennefer shot him a glare.

"I feel great," Ciri answered softly.

"Harry, shall we go?" Dumbledore asked.

"Let’s." Harry stepped through the gate first.

Geralt followed, groaning as he covered his face. "Ugh, I hate portals!"

Gritting his teeth like a man heading to his execution, he walked through.

The others followed in turn.

Dumbledore was the last. He looked to Godric and the motorcycle in the office. "Didn’t think I’d still get to visit another world after over a hundred years."

"If anything happens at school, let Minerva handle it."

Godric nodded. "She’s far more suited to be headmistress than you."

Dumbledore waved and stepped into the gate.

The golden vortex swirled, whipped up a faint breeze, and disappeared.

They emerged beneath a pavilion.

Lush greenery, clear streams.

Sunlight poured down on both sides, but the unique architecture of the pavilion blocked most of it, leaving just the right amount to filter gently inside.

"Two suns?" Dumbledore looked up, catching it immediately.

It defied his understanding.

Hermione calmly explained, "Technically, they’re stars—suns are just nearby stars. Two suns just means this world orbits two stars."

Dumbledore nodded, using his deep knowledge of astronomy to grasp it. "Muggle science?"

Hermione nodded. "Their scientific exploration of the world far exceeds what wizards know—outside of magic, at least."

Dumbledore was impressed.

"Where are we?" Geralt peeked around. He could hear footsteps in the distance—guards, but not very tightly spaced.

"The Awakening Palace," Avallac’h said. "Where Ge’els lives now."

"At this hour, he should be in his study."

Harry and Dumbledore raised their wands.

But they cast different spells.

Harry used a Disillusionment Charm, wrapping the group in invisibility.

Dumbledore simply flicked his wand, projecting a quieting dome around them—thin, translucent, but enough to mute all sound within it. "Speak freely. As long as no one walks inside, they won’t hear a thing."

"Smart move. Company’s here," Geralt said, turning his head. "Three of them, armored."

"Our target isn’t them." Harry shook his head and waved his wand, stepping forward.

The others followed.

A tiny enchanted broom hovered behind, brushing away their footprints.

Shortly after they left, three patrolling soldiers arrived—but found nothing. They assumed it was just the wind and continued on their way.

The Aen Elle elves had extraordinary aesthetic sensibilities.

Hermione was impressed—their artistry nearly rivaled that of that recently fragmented old country. But instead of grandeur, the elves favored grace. Perhaps it was the twin suns. They seemed to build and carve beauty into every detail, within strict, refined limits.

Like the omnipresent beauty, so too were guards everywhere.

They were sharp.

Suspicious, alert, they even sent a mage—but found nothing.

The group moved carefully until they reached a closed door.

"This is it—Ge’els’ study," Avallac’h stopped.

Harry and Geralt exchanged a glance.

Geralt kicked the door open, rolled in, and threw up a golden Quen shield.

Harry followed with a spell to mute the room.

The others poured in.

Snape entered last, sealing the door with a spell.

Inside, a single elf sat behind a desk.

Only when Snape finished casting and turned did the elf slowly look up. His white hair was perfectly groomed, his demeanor calm—not at all like someone who’d just had ten intruders break in.

"Someone just told me there might be intruders in the palace, but they never found anything," Ge’els said calmly, hands folded on the desk. "So that was you?"

He stood and greeted them politely, reciting the full names of Ciri and Avallac’h.

"And Geralt of Rivia, Yennefer of Vengerberg, Parselmouth Harry, and a few unfamiliar faces."

"Your visit truly surprises me."

"Would you like something to drink?"

Harry replied, "Do you think we came all this way just for tea?"

Dumbledore chuckled, "Though I wouldn’t mind trying some. I could even provide some snacks. Hermione, can you make macarons?"

Ge’els’ eyes twitched in surprise.

He glanced from Avallac’h to Geralt.

He’d assumed the leader here would be Geralt, or maybe Yennefer. He hadn’t expected it to be this younger witcher—or this ancient, unknown wizard.

Hermione nodded.

Harry waved his wand, conjuring a table. "Then let’s sit. We have much to discuss."

Ge’els silently watched the conjured furniture.

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