Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

The homeless man looked at Hermione longingly.

He moved his steps involuntarily and crowded towards her.

Dusk fell.

They didn't see clearly what Harry and Hermione looked like.

But the vague smell almost penetrated the night.

A young, clean little girl who seems to have almost no life experience.

There was also a young boy beside him.

That boy looks hard to mess with.

But... not important.

They are obviously the kind of aristocratic children who go out alone to play and see the world. Even if the boy is difficult to deal with, as long as one of the men and women in love shows even a trace of weakness, they will be weak as a community. And weak young people are best handled.

As long as you hold her thigh, you can pass this level.

The refugees are like hyenas.

Hermione looked at them and took out her wand.

Before coming to this world, she had naively thought that these people were honest, responsible, and at least kind-hearted.

But not now.

Harry said that people in this world should not be trusted easily.

It is not uncommon for someone to negotiate a commission with them and then be suddenly stabbed in the back when delivering the task. In the long journey of a demon hunter, it is easy to encounter such a thing, whether it is him or Gerald. Te, or Vesemir, have experienced it all, and more than once.

Quite a few of these seemingly non-threatening people are cunning and even vicious.

Especially this group of people who are eager to escape from Willen and go to a safer place.

There is nothing that cannot be done in order to survive.

The people who came running had bright looks in their eyes.

Hermione saw it clearly.

It's greed, excitement, the look you get when you see prey - or the kind of prey that is injured and seems destined to be unable to escape.

The "prey" they thought was themselves.

"Back off," she shouted.

But the refugees didn't listen to her and didn't take it seriously. What threat could a young woman holding a small stick pose?

Hermione didn't hesitate.

With a slight wave, he chanted the spell.

"There are many obstacles!"

An invisible barrier blocked their way.

Then his wrist flicked.

"The flames are blazing!"

A circle of orange flames jumped out, drawing a dividing line of flames in front of the group of refugees.

Hermione said no more.

Standing next to the horse through the short wall of fire, he stared directly at the group.

"She, she is a sorceress." A voice sounded frightened.

Harry looked back.

The flames turned his amber eyes into dazzling gold.

"There are also demon hunters." The group of people became even more frightened.

Damn it

He looks so easy to bully, how could he be such a second-rate person?

They were frightened and moved their steps. Some people could not control their expressions and began to poke their heads and look further ahead.

"Put away the news in your head, Remy." Harry spoke slowly and named the person who probed.

When his name was called out, he became even more frightened: "You, you know me?"

Harry shook his head: "No, but you can't hide what's going on in your head from me."

He snapped his fingers lightly.

The horse turned into stone and fell back into his hand, and the flames squirmed and took the shape of a petrified cockatrice, entrenched at his feet.

"Remy, there is a witch hunter ahead. Do you want to report our tracks to him in exchange for the right to enter Novigrad?" Harry continued, "There are also Apu, Jutka, and Mike."

He glanced over.

He looked at each person one after another, accurately pronouncing their names and their inner thoughts.

They were even more frightened.

"Don't do anything unwise and ask for trouble, okay?" Harry whispered, "Just the few Redanian soldiers guarding the bridge and the few witch hunters can't stop us. "

"or."

"Do you think you can run away after snitching?"

He waved his hand, and the flame shrank into a small ball and fell into his palm.

"Dear witchers, we swear not to tell anyone about this sorceress." One person raised his hand, his voice trembling.

Others followed suit.

Harry looked at each person one by one, and his eyes stopped on one person: "What about you, Stone?"

The person named looked at Harry in horror.

"You seem unwilling to make this promise." Harry whispered, flames flying in his hands, "I guess I can't let you keep this secret forever?"

The man with a cunning face shook his head in fear: "No, no, no, respected Lord Demon Hunter, I swear, I will not reveal it."

At the beginning, they still had the idea of ​​​​acting against the odds.

But now, I dare not do it again.

This witcher is so scary and can peek into their inner thoughts.

Harry waved his hand.

The crowds of birds and beasts quickly disappeared and retreated into their carriage canopy.

"It seems you are starting to adapt to this world." Harry said softly.

Hermione shook her head, curled her lips, and said in a somewhat self-reproaching tone: "I'm still inexperienced, shouldn't I have cast a spell just now?"

Harry led her forward: "No, shocking them is the best way."

"It's just that the next place we're going to is Novigrad."

"That is the place most affected by the Eternal Fire. That sect is extremely hostile to warlocks and non-human races. Finding Ciri is the most important thing. If there is a conflict with them before that, it will be a waste of time."

"Then I'll go back and refill the Oblivion Curse?" Hermione thought thoughtfully.

Harry shook his head: "No."

"I used Legilimency to determine their thoughts just now. Those people don't have the guts."

"Magic can also be used liberally."

"I put a month's supply of Polyjuice Potion in the Sorting Hat. You can choose from Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout, Skeeter, and even Professor Trelawney."

They walk on the bridge.

Several witch hunters sitting on the bridge spat unceremoniously when they saw Harry.

There were also soldiers who cursed and made rude remarks.

Hermione frowned.

Harry was unmoved. This familiar feeling even made him feel a little warm.

Wait until the end of the bridge.

"Stop." A Redanian soldier stood up, "It is forbidden to pass here."

Harry took out two passes from his robes and handed them over.

"Demon hunter?" The Redanian soldier was suspicious. He took the two passes and checked them carefully. "They don't look fake."

He glanced at Hermione again.

The voice couldn't help but become a little gentler: "It seems that you have accepted a good commission, Demon Hunter."

"Okay, you're cleared."

He waved his hand and the door behind the bridge opened.

Harry took Hermione through the outpost, and after walking out, he changed his horse again and headed towards Novigrad.

"They don't like you, just because of your identity as a witcher?" Hermione sat behind Harry, hugging his waist, and looked back at the outpost, confused.