Vanishing spell.

A high-level transfiguration spell.

The ice ball that was about to destroy the earth in the Cretaceous period suddenly disappeared, and along with it the biting cold air that made people's skin hurt, leaving only the white snow still falling.

Caranthir's head shot up.

At the corner of the street, a flame that was totally out of place at this moment rolled out.

Emerging from an incredibly beautiful creature.

He has read this world's Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them book. This is the Phoenix.

After the flame.

Three tall figures.

Dumbledore is old, but he is in good health and does not have the hunchback that is common among the elderly.

Geralt and Harry are both witchers, so they are destined to be tall.

Harry raised his wand.

He was the one who used the Vanishing Spell.

"Harry the Snake Whisperer, and Geralt the White Wolf." Caranthir said softly, "Then the one next to him is the White Wizard Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore nodded and smiled: "Does the Wild Hunt know me?"

"Mr. Potter, thank God you are finally here." Scrimgeour breathed a sigh of relief.

Scamander also breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed that either his owl had arrived, or the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic had gotten there in time.

"Mr. Scamander, I have to apologize to you." Harry walked over, holding the wand tightly in his right hand and reaching into the Sorting Hat with his left hand. "It's a pity that your owl was knocked unconscious by my Hedwig."

Scamander was startled.

"It was a little too excited, and Hedwig thought it was a magical creature," Harry explained.

Scamander was nervous: "Is it, is it okay?"

"He should be fine. He was just too tired and fainted after being suddenly attacked." Harry comforted him.

Scamander breathed a sigh of relief.

"We'll talk about the owl later." Harry turned and looked over. "Caranthiar?"

"You know me?" Wild Hunter lowered his voice.

"The pilot, Iron Hill's golden boy, famous." Harry raised his wand. "A big fish."

Caranthir pulled the staff from the ground: "Do you think you are a fisherman?"

Harry didn't answer him, but flicked his wrist.

"Armor is flying!"

The image of Caranthir's armor appeared in his mind.

With a clang——

There was a sound of metal colliding, and the man under the armor could hardly control himself. The huge force wrapped him up and rushed towards Harry along with the armor.

Spell of the Dragon, content of the fourth year spells class at Hogwarts.

Able to summon objects with specific concepts in mind.

The speed of summoning flying is extremely fast. Professor Flitwick exaggerated in class that the speed of the flying spell can even catch up with light.

This is, of course, an exaggeration.

However, the students of Ravenclaw had done an experiment. When Cedric was still at Hogwarts, they borrowed Harry's Firebolt and asked Cedric to ride the Firebolt to see if he could catch up with the Spurring Hell within the distance across the Quidditch field.

The Firebolt couldn't catch up.

Even if the person who cast the flying spell gave the Firebolt one second, the Firebolt would not be able to catch up.

When the distance between the two people is less than thirty meters, the time passes even faster.

Harry held out his left hand.

He drew out his snake-bone sword and held it straight, waiting for the armor to fly, waiting for Caranthir to hit him hard, waiting for him to destroy himself.

The spell suddenly broke.

The target of the Flying Spell disappears.

At the critical moment, the battle-hardened Wild Hunt navigator reacted and teleported away.

Blink appeared behind Harry.

With a wave of the staff, the ice ball condensed in front of his chest and smashed forward fiercely.

The concrete road suddenly surged, creating a wave that hindered the ice ball - of course it couldn't stop it, the concrete was easily penetrated. This interruption was enough, Harry bent down, and the concrete surged back like a wave, with no obstacles between them.

Cut it off with one sword.

Sparks flew. Caranthir's armor was so exquisite that even the snake-bone sword failed to cut through it in the first place.

With a whoosh, he teleported away again.

Karanthir had just landed.

"Armor flying!" Harry chanted the spell again.

He was happy to do so.

The Slingshot is a very powerful spell, but it is rarely used in wizard duels, not because most wizards are not good at close combat.

No matter how bad one is at close combat, if one is suddenly brought into close range and is not mentally prepared, the other party will inevitably panic.

It's more because of the anti-interference spell, which is what Harry learned when he was receiving special training from Professor Flitwick in his second year. Most wizards can do it, so that the spells they cast will not be affected or will not be affected by some non-harmful spells.

but……

Only wizards can do this.

Although Caranthir captured the spell master Miranda Goshawk, he obviously had not yet learned and would find it difficult to learn the magic of this world - only children have the naive belief in the power of the heart, while adults often lose this ability, not to mention Caranthir who grew up in another world with a completely different magic system.

He was tortured by the curse.

Flying spells, levitation spells, and even some mischief spells.

These spells were mediocre in the hands of the Aurors, and even had little effect on the Wild Hunt, but in Harry's hands, one after another, they had a huge impact on Caranthir.

The armor was crumbling.

He also had several more scars on his body. The basilisk venom penetrated into his body, paralyzing his body and mind.

"As expected of a snake tonguer." Caranthir distanced himself once again.

He raised his wand.

Pull open the portal.

The white light splashed and surged.

He noticed the battlefield around him. In the battle with Harry, he was at a disadvantage. The witcher's strong physical fitness and the tricky and strange magic of this world made it difficult for him to resist. But no matter what... he could at least hold Harry back.

But on the other side.

The Wild Hunt could have overpowered the group of wizards.

Until Geralt and Dumbledore joined them, they were completely defeated.

He could sense an aura from the white-bearded old man that was even more powerful than Harry's. With a wave of magic, the Wild Hunt was caught by the transformed creature and then killed by another witcher.

If you don't leave now, you won't be able to leave.

Karanthir wants to escape.

Can't let him escape!

Harry waved his wand and the concrete behind him surged, pushing him forward quickly.

Karanthir stepped back, raised his hand and swung the puck.

Harry didn't dodge.

Even with the Quen Seal and armor protecting him, and carrying the ice hockey, he had to speed up and get closer to the portal faster than him.

Caranthir had almost stepped in.

Seal of Arden!

Harry raised his hand, and purple runes took root and emerged from the ground. With a hissing sound, the magic was disrupted and the portal dissipated.

He used the force and kicked forward.

Karanthir fell heavily to the ground.

"Want to escape? It's too late, my dear Caranthir." Harry raised his foot, stepped on his chest, pressed down his body, curled up a smile, and said softly.