Chapter 1, so Penny, you are not a witch

Wake up quickly, the Wild Hunt has arrived

"You are her sister, are you not a witch?" Harry pressed on.

In the kitchen, with a loud clang, Penny dropped the pot from her hands, dashed out in a single leap, and lunged at Harry to snatch the letter from his hands

Alder! Harry raised his hand and cast the spell.

Distant memories surge forth from the mind

This does not prevent him from becoming a demon hunter

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

Harry casually dodged the question: "It seems you are familiar with Hogwarts, care to tell me about it?"

Geralt's half-dead voice echoed in my ears

He did not wear glasses as usual, and his eyes ... ...

He walked back to the kitchen holding the letter, placed the remaining two on the table, and prepared to open this letter

and ... ...

How could it be ... ...

Oh, well, since they have already written, you also do not know why they have mastered magic. After a long while, Penny sighed, pulled over a chair, and sat down, saying, "If you want to know, I will tell you."

Bring it here, let me have a look

He knows what Aunt Penny is talking about

"You little rascal, hand over the letter and the book to me!" Uncle Fei Nong stood up, strode over, and rolled up his sleeves, "You wouldn't want to suffer too much, would you?"

The thickest letter is addressed to himself - "Mr. Harry Potter, under the stairs, 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey."

He finds it difficult not to harbor such doubts—regardless of the reasons that brought him back from that world, his body has also returned to the age of ten or eleven

The girl who possesses ancient blood can manipulate time and space. Although it seems incredible, it is not impossible for her to send herself back to this age.

He sat up quietly, pushed open the cabinet door, and peeked out—gradually, the scene in the room began to correspond with those long-sealed memories

Your parents, they are actually wizards

Uncle Fei Nong's eyes widened in shock, his face filled with terror, and his complexion suddenly turned pale

Peggy exclaimed, sharp and piercing

Harry remained unmoved

He raised his head

Thanks to his aunt's family, he is an unlikable person without friends, whether in society or at school

When he was found by Vesemir—the oldest witcher of the Wolf School—there lay a group of corpses of wretches beside him. This resembled the magical outburst of a sorcerer in danger, and he was naturally regarded as a sorcerer.

The memories of his childhood are already quite distant, yet pain does not fade with time; it only becomes more vividly etched.

No, how could you!" Penny exclaimed in astonishment as she looked at Harry, "You haven't even enrolled yet, how can you use magic?

It is somewhat different now

Penny nodded: "Yes"

Harry rubbed his head

Harry suddenly opened his eyes, struggling to rise from the bed, and with a thud, his head struck the steps hard

Penny's expression stiffened

It now appears that the facts seem to differ somewhat from what he had envisioned

Harry never felt that the magic was a power he inherently possessed—he merely regarded it as a gift for arriving inexplicably in a strange world

Who would send a letter to themselves

There are only three letters on the doormat

My aunt's house on Earth

This power, which can enhance the strength of one's own seals through simple exploration, inherently belongs to oneself

Witchers are a group of mutated beings that don the guise of humans, with their eyes being the most significant distinction between them and ordinary humans.

This is truly not good news

Fei Nong collapsed helplessly onto the shattered and chaotic dining table

Penny stood there in a daze, her expression vacant, and her demeanor was complex

Penny's tongue twisted in her mouth: "Are you already up? Good, you finally look somewhat presentable today. Go, freshen up, get the letter, it's time to eat."

Harry shrank back, rolling off the stool, squinting as he looked at Uncle Vernon, who had extended his hand.

But he can be certain that that experience was not a dream

Are you back

This is not important, now we should have a serious talk about Hogwarts. Harry waved his hand at them, pulled over a chair, and sat down, I can see that you have a lot of things you are hiding from me

Harry, Harry!

This reminded her of the letters she sent out in her youth, where the gentle prose contained cold rejections and words that shattered her fantasies

Today’s Harry

The narrow and cramped space is dim and devoid of light, with stairs above, each step distinct, and one can still hear the faint sound of spiders crawling.

"Young man, what is it that you are holding in your hand!" Seeing that the item was not brought over, the man, whose physique was comparable to that of a giant troll, slammed the table heavily and questioned with a grimace.

Sharper senses, a hungrier body

Penny stared at Harry's back, frowning in confusion

"Ignis." Harry spoke, reciting the runes of the spell, and with a flick of his fingers, a small burst of flame suddenly appeared, only to extinguish in the blink of an eye. He still wielded the power of the spell.

There has been a surprise attack

A knife was thrust deeply into the heart.

The most critical aspect is this frail and small body of mine, which could be blown away by a single flap of a griffon's wings

"Get up!" A sharp female voice was about to call the household burden to wake up as usual, but upon seeing Harry sitting on the stairs, her voice abruptly stopped

He appeared somewhat bewildered, covering his forehead, and cautiously surveying the surrounding environment

"Letter." Harry replied succinctly, "My letter."

A soft sound was heard

But where exactly is it

steps

An incredibly astonishing thing

Harry shook the letter in his hand: "Now we should be able to have a proper conversation."

It is a dream, an exceptionally real dream

Harry ignored him, opened the letter, unfolded the parchment, glanced at it, and raised an eyebrow: "It is a magical school called Hogwarts, and they are inviting me to attend."

Perhaps it will enable him to become the first to master powerful magic, rather than just a demon-hunting master with a few magical seals

He can feel the magic within him—magic that is entirely different from that of sorcerers and demon hunters—and he can also sense the effects of the mutations on the essence of his body.

Your eyes! Penny finally realized where the sense of unfamiliarity with her nephew came from, "How did your eyes change like this?"

Is it Siri

This is ... ...

Harry nodded, and as he remembered, after washing up, he walked to the door

Da da da -

The sound of hurried footsteps approached from a distance, not very heavy, reflecting an anxious mindset

The telekinetic shock sent Fei Nong flying out violently, crashing heavily onto the dining table, leaving him in a disheveled state

"Witch..." Harry raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but interject, "My mother is also a witch?"

Amber-colored, with vertical pupils—like a cat, yet also like a snake

However, Yenaifa examined him and found that although there was a force within him, it was different from the magical power used by sorcerers

If there is an opportunity to meet Mentor Bai Lang in the future, I hope he can give me a chance to sit down and explain the reasons properly

Uncle Fei Nong scoffed, "Who would write to you?"