Is he worried?

Actually not.

He was very powerful now, with an elemental body, strong defense, and almost endless magic power in his body, as well as the most important white frost - the help of Doomsday. When he was just resurrected, he was still a little unfamiliar, but now that unfamiliarity has been gradually overcome.

Against those two men, Voldemort felt he would win.

but……

Just winning isn't enough.

If Voldemort wanted to win beautifully, he had to act like a superior, like a being of higher status, and kill them both easily with a crushing attitude.

This is the clarion call that can announce one's official return.

He stared at his hands, lost in thought.

The finger thrown to Crouch has grown back. As an elemental construct, he no longer cares about the loss of his limbs.

He turned his head and looked at the three staff-making masters on the ground.

Outside Eredin's chamber.

Harry and the others stopped and sat down in an open space in front of the door.

Dumbledore looked at Harry and Geralt as the witchers prepared for battle.

A pocket that can cast a traceless extension spell is extremely important to witchers.

Before this thing existed.

Demon hunters need to consider the weight and the space on their bodies to decide how much they should carry.

But after having this thing.

There is no need to think too much. Just put anything useful in your pocket. It doesn't even feel like extra weight when you hang it on your body. You can even carry whetstones and tools for maintaining armor with you.

They took off their armor, smeared it with protective oil, and repaired the damage from the previous battle.

And sharpened the sword.

Harry took out the materials he had prepared in Novigrad.

With a snap of his fingers, a bonfire started, and a small pot flew out of his pocket and was placed on the flame.

Harry looked at Geralt. "You were there that day, too. What kind of sword oil should we use?"

“I don’t understand your magic.” Geralt spread his hands. “And I was too far away that day.”

Dumbledore pulled his beard and said, "He said that he was the Hoarfrost."

"Elemental creatures?" Harry nodded and muttered to himself, "That's the construct."

He took out dog oil and hairy ball mushrooms and threw them into the pot. A faint fragrance surged.

"It looks delicious?" Dumbledore sniffed and commented.

When the dog oil is just melted, it looks like fried mushrooms.

No one paid any attention to him.

He conjured himself a glass of honey water.

The most basic sword oil was easy to make and was quickly boiled. Harry cast a spell to let it cool, and it solidified into a light blue ointment in the small pot.

This most basic sword oil is not enough.

The benefits are not strong enough for master-level witchers like Harry and Geralt.

To make reinforced construct sword oil, bear fat, mole wormwood, hairy mushroom, allspice, honeysuckle and buckthorn are needed. It is still not difficult to boil. Harry has no idea how many times he has mixed it.

Its blue color is slightly purer than the basic construct sword oil.

Sword oil of this level is slightly more useful.

Harry did not continue to mix the advanced construct sword oil because the material was not enough. Advanced sword oil requires something called "essence of evil spirits", which is a material that can only be collected from spirits. Harry and Hermione had never encountered spirits when they traveled through the world of witchers.

But the pot was not put away.

Perhaps Voldemort can still be considered a human being now, so it would not be a bad idea to prepare an extra sword oil for humans.

Hanged Man's Poison. Harry had made it in first grade by using the stuff in Hagrid's hut.

However, it is only limited to the poison of the hanged man. To strengthen the potion, the eyes of the evil ghost are needed.

He continued to boil the sword oil.

After both types of sword oil were mixed, they were put aside to cool, but the pot was still not put away.

Harry took out the mutation-inducing substances collected from the little fog demon and prepared a decoction. Other ingredients, such as dwarven liquor, parsley, and dandelions were all things that could be bought in Novigrad.

“It’s not cloudy now.” Geralt laughed.

The effect of the decoction made by the little mist demon is very good. It can enhance the effect of the sign. After Geralt took it, his level can even reach Harry's level.

but……

Every effective medicine has somewhat stringent conditions for use.

The medicine boiled by Little Mist Demon will only be effective in cloudy weather.

Harry whispered, "I get whatever weather I want."

Geralt smiled enviously. He envied the ability to change the weather and terrain.

It takes more time to boil the medicine.

Geralt carefully greased their swords with Construct Oil and Hanged Man's Poison.

The little fog demon only prepared one batch of medicine, and Harry gave it to Geralt.

There were some other potions, those prepared by Snape, sedatives, soothing potions, and intelligence-enhancing potions. Harry also gave one to Yennefer.

Avallac'h watched eagerly, but Harry ignored him.

"Our potion is almost not toxic." Harry warned, "Yennefer, just don't drink it as water."

"As for Geralt..."

"You can drink it like water."

These words were specifically given to White Wolf as he was reminded that every witcher would carefully calculate the number of potions he took during battle - after all, they contained highly toxic substances, and a witcher who was inexperienced or not good at math could easily end up poisoning himself before killing the enemy.

Every witcher is smart enough - those who are not smart are dead.

Geralt hung them around his waist and nodded, "I see, Harry."

"Well, let's say hello to Voldemort now." Harry looked at Dumbledore, "Albus, do you need to make any preparations?"

Dumbledore shook his head.

Wizards are not like demon hunters who need to make so many tedious preparations before fighting.

Harry waved his wand, breaking the Disillusionment Charm.

Dumbledore also removed the magic that blocked out sounds and smells.

The lingering smell spread with the wind, immediately attracting the attention of nearby guards.

They came running with heavy steps.

Harry raised his wand, pointed it toward the sky, and waved it gently.

Weather spell!

The sky and the earth changed color, and a large dark cloud came in. The decoction in Geralt's hand flashed slightly. He swallowed the decoction without hesitation. Unlike the potions used by witchers, the decoction could usually last for a long time.

Snap——

Thunder flashed and heavy rain fell.

The wind blew violently and slammed into Eredin's chamber, blowing out windows and tearing off decorations.

This strange change was naturally noticed by Voldemort in the house.

He flew out of the gap and looked at the people on the ground.

"Dumbledore, Potter." Voldemort said in a surprised tone, "You actually came here on your own initiative and fell into our trap."

There was even a hint of joy in his words.

This is the world of the Ain and El elves. Here, he has more advantages than in the wizard world.

Dumbledore wand a little.

A gentle breeze blew.

The effect of the polyjuice decoction on his body was immediately washed away.