Hogwarts: Harry Potter's Return from the Witcher World-Chapter 471: You Can, Harry
Vesemir walked through Kaer Morhen with wide-eyed amazement, his hands brushing along smooth new walls, his eyes tracing the high lights and listening to the faint rustle in the courtyardโseeds Harry had scattered were rapidly growing, devouring the overgrowth.
It was a far cry from the Kaer Morhen of his youth. ๐ฏ๐ง๐๐๐ฌ๐๐๐ฃ๐ค๐๐ฎ๐ต.๐๐ค๐ข
But that was good.
A home should be like thisโclean, tidy, and full of light.
"Though itโs going to be a pain to maintain," Vesemir muttered, with a sigh of admiration.
Harry shook his head, raised his wand once more.
A row of statues emerged from the cornerโeach holding a cleaning implement.
"Donโt worry," Harry finally spoke. "You wonโt have to lift a finger. These will clean the castle every night."
"Magic can do that?" Vesemir was stunned.
Harry pocketed his wand. "Actually, there are more spells for daily life than combat."
"At Hogwarts, practical charms make up the majority."
Gardening, cooking, cleaning...
Over seventy percent of spells students learned were domestic.
Even Durmstrang, infamous for its dark arts curriculum, followed a similar ratio.
Vesemir could hardly believe it.
Could a world truly be so... peace-loving?
That evening, the witchers held backโno wild drinking, no rabbit costumes. Geralt finally changed out of his day-long humiliating outfit.
By morning, the courtyard was spotlessโexcept a single tumbleweed-like plant huddled in a corner, which Harry ignored.
He planted Devilโs Snare in the most vulnerable parts of the wall. With their Igni signs, the witchers would manage it easily.
When the final stone was setโ
The Wolf School had its home back.
Ciri, Geralt, and Yennefer left first, needing time to prepare for the wedding.
Harry and Hermione planned to make their way slowly.
Vesemir wouldnโt join themโToussaint, while beautiful, was too full of painful memories for him.
Lambert had wanted to travel with Harry, but Eskel dragged him awayโmothers always know what their sons need.
Harry and Hermioneโs first stop: Novigrad.
Down the Pontar River, past Oxenfurt.
This time, unlike before, they had time and energy.
No Apparition, no flying broomsโjust horses and the open road.
Hermione even got a front-row seat to the witcher lifestyle:
Find a village, accept a contract, haggle for gold, kill the monster.
Leave with the pay, amid grateful or begrudging villagers.
She understood now why Harry always warned her to be careful.
He worked too efficientlyโmade it look too easy. Villagers often thought the threat wasnโt so serious after all and hesitated to pay. Some even got physicalโnot with Harry, of course, but Hermione looked like an easy target.
They grabbed pitchforksโand lost teeth.
"Finally, Novigrad." Hermione stretched on horseback. Witcher life had lost its noveltyโafter several jobs, it was just tiring.
And worst of allโ
Hardly anyone ever said thank you.
Novigrad remained tightly guarded.
Temple guards and witch hunters roamed the streets, eager to brand anyone a heretic.
The Rosemary and Thymeโ
No, now it was the Chameleon Inn.
Business was poor under the curfew.
They pushed open the door.
Dandelionโs dramatic voice greeted them: "Welcome, traveler! Youโve arrived at the finest, most elegant inn in all of Novigrad!"
"Whatโll it be?"
Harry replied lightly, "A dozen of Geraltโs little secrets."
"Oh, Harry!" Dandelion beamed, arms wide. "My dearest friend!"
Harry gave him a suspicious look, avoiding the hug. "You seem... overly enthusiastic."
"Well, I do need your help," Dandelion admitted bluntly. "I think only you can do this."
"Mhm?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
Dandelion led them upstairs. "Donโt worryโit wonโt take much of your time."
"Geraltโs gone to look for Ciri. I figuredโ"
Harry cut him off: "Ciriโs already found. The Wild Hunt, all of itโtaken care of."
"Iโm here for something else."
Dandelion paused on the stairs, then continued. "Thatโs wonderful news."
"But what brings you here, then?"
"Geraltโs marrying Yennefer," Harry said quietly. "In Toussaint. In half a month. You and Zoltan are invited."
The news hit like a thunderclap.
Dandelion stumbled, nearly tumbling down the stairs. Harry snapped his fingersโLevitation Charm caught him in time.
"Theyโre getting married?" he gasped.
Harry nodded.
Dandelion shook his head. "I canโt believe it."
"Hard to imagine him walking into the grave of matrimony."
"Theyโre over a hundred," Harry pointed out.
"I always forget his age," Dandelion muttered. "Letโs talk to Zoltan about it later."
He stopped at a door, knocking gently.
"Hey, Priscilla. I brought an old friend to see youโcan we come in?"
No reply.
Only the soft clatter of pen against desk.
He pushed the door open.
Inside sat Priscillaโthe bard whose songs had once stunned crowds at the Kingfisher Innโwriting with a quill, papers scattered before her.
"After you left Novigrad," Dandelion began softly, "Geralt came by."
"Priscilla and I were struggling to reopen the inn. He helped us with funding."
"But then... Priscilla was attacked."
"Geralt was braveโhe slew the vampire, ended the threat."
"But her voice was damaged. She canโt sing like before."
"Harry," he said earnestly, looking at him.
Priscilla shook her head, smiled. Her voice, though raspy, was kind. "Dandelion, I may not sing again on stage, but that doesnโt stop me from writing lyrics. Your performances are still loved."
