Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

"Who is speaking?" Dandelion swallowed nervously, his voice trembling.

"you guess?"

Vague and unclear words responded to him, and with these words, the cell door opened with a creak.

Very close.

The prison door was clearly right in front of him, and he had been looking forward to something like this.

But my body felt like it had taken root after lying on the straw mat for a long time.

Can't move, don't dare to move.

And this sentence.

Guess?

Dandelion thought about it seriously and quickly. He and Geralt had gone through life and death, and had seen many monsters. What kind of monster could be invisible, speak human language, and possess considerable intelligence.

Either way, it represents a great danger.

He frowned in thought.

But what passed through my mind one after another were all kinds of women.

From Cowburg, to Toussaint, to Novigrad.

He was surprised. When did he provoke so many people?

"All women's names are on your mind?" The voice sounded again.

Dandelion was startled and raised his head in surprise.

He heard it!

This sentence was mostly ridiculed and not malicious. The tension and fear in his body faded away in an instant, and his IQ regained its high ground, allowing him to identify the owner of the voice.

"Harry?" he lowered his voice.

"I'm glad you remember me." Harry waved his wand and the invisibility cloak fell off, revealing him and Hermione.

"My old friend, it's so nice to see you." Dandelion climbed up from the grass pond reservedly, shaking off the weeds and bugs on his body, his voice stuck, and he kept his demeanor, "What kind of wind brings you here?" Novigrad?”

Harry whispered: "A wind named Dandelion Caught."

"Harry, I have already made an escape plan." Dandelion pinched his waist, "If you hadn't come suddenly..."

Harry snapped his fingers.

With a bang, the cell door was closed again: "Then, let me appreciate Master Dandelion's escape plan?"

There is some silence in the air.

Hermione looked at him curiously.

This kind of coming out of the mud, you have to maintain your elegance.

Moreover, the way he fought back and showed off his strength in a desperate situation reminded her of a certain person.

Really similar.

"Harry, you have changed." Dandelion, "I remember you were not so vicious before."

Harry whispered: "I am gentle to everyone else, but Dandelion, my dear friend, you are the most special one."

"Okay, let's have a good chat when we get back."

Dandelion sounded excited: "So how are we going to escape? From the dense guards on Temple Island."

"It's simple," Harry interrupted, "but not before."

He raised his wand and pointed it at him.

Cleaned up.

A circle of foam rolled out of his clothes, hair, and hat, and disappeared after a while, becoming neat and tidy.

"The Witcher's new sigil?" Dandelion held down his hat in surprise.

"Some tricks I learned for other reasons." Harry shook his head. "When you have time, talk slowly and be mentally prepared."

Dandelion was stunned.

What kind of mental preparation?

Do we really want to fight our way out of Temple Island?

Harry said the spell again.

Dandelion exclaimed, his body twisted, rolled up like a whirlpool, and turned into a palm-sized ferret, standing there chirping, somewhat at a loss.

A little wand.

Dandelion's stoat flew up and fell into his pocket.

"Next, you have to restrain your urge to speak." Harry raised his hand and nodded his head.

The ferret chirped twice and found himself speechless. He sighed, put his head on the cloth, and looked at the world.

It is very novel to observe the world from the perspective of a small animal.

They put on the cloak of invisibility again.

certainly

There was no rush to leave.

Dandelion's troubles have not been completely resolved, and he is still a prisoner of the Eternal Fire.

A prisoner suddenly disappears.

Then, he appeared in Novigrad safe and sound, even if he ran out of the city and went to other countries on the continent.

As long as the Eternal Fire knows that for the sake of what they call "justice" or to maintain their dignity, they will only hunt this "innocent" bard more ferociously.

Therefore, we need to solve the problem at its root.

Harry and the others found the Bishop's room.

Modify his memory.

In the bishop's memory, he had interrogated Dandelion in private and determined that he was an innocent man. The simple bard became the target of being framed by the gangsters in the city because of his adventures and stories.

However, this matter was not very glamorous to the Eternal Flame, so he secretly let Dandelion go.

Wait until all this is done.

Harry opened a window in the Bishop's room.

They left the castle just as they left the tavern.

Flying in the night.

The ferret screamed.

Harry even did a few tricks to scare the crap out of him.

They landed and returned to the Vanilla Tavern.

Zoltan had already come back and roared angrily in the house: "You guys are a bunch of idiots. I've only been away for less than two hours, and yet you got in again and pried open my new lock!"

"Get out of here!"

"This is not for you guys."

"If you guys come over again, I will break off your dog legs, stick them in through your butts, and come out in your throats!"

Harry lifted the Disillusionment Curse for himself and Hermione, opened the door and walked in.

In the hotel, a large group of refugees and gangsters were staring at Zoltan. Under him, there were several beggars screaming in pain.

Priscilla held up her lute and hid behind Zoltan.

"Uncle Zoltan," Harry called him softly.

"Harry, you're back so soon?" Zoltan was a little surprised.

Harry nodded and looked at the beggar: "Get out of here."

The demon hunter's vertical pupils looked even colder in the dark night.

"You freak," cursed one beggar.

But he couldn't finish his curse.

Hermione drew her wand.

"Expelliarmus!"

The red light flashed and hit the man, hitting the wall with a thud.

"The Upside Down Golden Bell!"

The wand flicked, another spell was cast, and a man floated upside down out of thin air.

"All petrified!"

A person froze, standing there motionless.

She took a long breath and stared at the group of people fiercely: "So, can you understand people now?"

Using a spell to whip these people was something she had wanted to do for a long time.

Maybe

Harry was used to this group of people cursing him like this, but Hermione was not used to it at all. From the first village she saw, she had been holding a breath in her heart.

"Warlock, she is a sorceress." A beggar said in a frightened voice.

Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Forget everything!" The milky-white spell was shot out and landed on the man's head.

After beating them up, I couldn't forget to modify their memories.